"What!" yelled Tim, throwing up his arms in surprise. "Why they can't be spared. There's but seven hundred men here!" "Seven hundred!" cried Jack, seized with a sudden qualm of fear. "But the reinforcements--the thousand men?" "No reinforcements have arrived, Jack." "And Philip?" "Philip!" said Tim, in alarm. "Was he with the reinforcements? God be gracious to me. Not a man has arrived. When did they leave Tlatonac?" "Four days ago." "Four days! One hundred miles!" The three friends, amid the tumult around them, with the enemy thundering at the gate, looked at one another in silent dread. Then Jack took off his sombrero. "Poor Philip!" he said, solemnly. "I was afraid of those Indians. Oh, my poor friend!" END OF VOL. II. End of Project Gutenberg's The Harlequin Opal, Vol. 2 (of 3), by Fergus Hume