"Down Yucatan way--not far from Guatemala." "Oh, I know; looks on to Campeche Bay." "No; on the other side of the neck. Washed by the Carribean Sea." "I must get you to show it to me on the map," said Philip, finding his geographical knowledge at fault. "I have an idea of its whereabouts, but not of its precise locality. Meanwhile let us continue your adventures." "When I heard of this prospect at Tlatonac," continued Jack, without further preamble, "I left Zacatecas for Mexico, stayed a few days in the capital, to make inquiries about the Republic. These proving satisfactory, I went on to Vera Cruz, and, fortunately, found a coasting-vessel which took me on to Cholacaca. Considering the ship, I got to my destination pretty sharp. I didn't know a soul in the town when I arrived; but, after a few days, began to pick up a few acquaintances. Among these was Don Miguel Maraquando, a wealthy old Estanciero. He has great influence in Cholacaca, being a member of the Junta, and is regarded by many people as the future president of the Republic." "That is if Don Hypolito stands out," said Tim, softly. "Have you heard----" began Jack, when the journalist cut him short. "I've heard many things, my boy. Later on I'll tell you all I know." "You seem to be pretty well acquainted with what's going on in Cholacaca," said Jack, after a few moments' reflection; "but I'll tell my story first, and you can tell yours afterwards. Don Miguel became a great friend of mine, and I saw a good deal of him while I stayed at Tlatonac. He is greatly in favour of this railway, which is to be made from the capital to Acauhtzin, a distance of some three hundred and fifty miles. Don Hypolito Xuarez, the leader of the Oposidores, objected to the scheme on the ground that it was utterly unnecessary to run a railway to Acauhtzin when ships could take goods there by water." "And isn't the man right?" said Tim, indignantly; "what's the use of running a railway along the seacoast?" "We'll argue that question later on," replied Jack, dryly; "I have my own ideas on the subject, and, as an engineer, I know what I'm talking about. Don Hypolito's objection sounds all right, I have no doubt; but if you look into the matter you will see he hasn't a leg to stand on. Besides, he's only objecting to the railway out of sheer cussedness, because Maraquando won't let him marry Doña Dolores." "Ah, ah!" observed Philip, who had been listening to the story with great attention, "I was waiting for the inevitable woman to appear on the scene. And who is Doña Dolores?" "She is Maraquando's ward," replied Jack, colouring a little. "With whom you are in love?" "I didn't say that Philip." "No; but you looked it." Peter chuckled, whereat Duval turned on him crossly. "I wish you would stop making such a row, Peter; I can't hear myself speak." "Well, what about Doña Dolores?" persisted Philip, maliciously. "Doña Dolores," repeated Jack, calmly, "is the woman whom I hope to make my wife."