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Great changes in public affairs may produce changes in the plans of individuals, and it was not remarkable if General Zuroaga's intended week of absence should be somewhat shortened. It may have ended at the moment when the garrison of the citadel "pronounced" in favor of the tyrant in exile and against the tyrant in nominal power. Ned, however, had a small surprise waiting for him.
Señor Zuroaga's luggage all went on shore yesterday. I think some other men will have to be looking out for themselves before long. If the Goshhawk should drag her anchors and go ashore, I hope there won't be too much sea running for good boats to live in."
Whether he did or not, he could answer questions quite bravely, and he could tell a great many things which had not been set forth in the brief report of the engineers. Probably they had not felt ready to say or assert too much until they had done and learned more, but Ned was under no such restriction, and he thoroughly believed in what he still regarded as General Zuroaga's road.
"That's just about what I'd like to do," said Ned to himself, as he hurried out of the consulate, but the next moment his courage began to come back to him, for here was Señor Zuroaga's ferocious-looking follower, and with him were four others, who might have been his cousins or his brothers, from their looks, for they all were Oaxaca Indians, of unmixed descent.
Ned had managed to get himself tangled up with this climbing force, if only to see what use was to be made of his and Zuroaga's new road. The morning came, and even before the sun was up some of the troops were moving. "I guess it'll be an all-day's job," thought Ned, as he and one of the engineer officers reached the first steep declivity. "Hullo! they are unhitching those artillery horses.
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