His eyes gleamed. 'What! Captain Pelayo! That's Captain don Martin de
Pelayo--our man--a de Costa man--he's managed to get hold of her after
all,' and he sang out some gibberish to the natives standing round. In
a moment they had leapt in the air, shouting and waving their hats, and
hugging each other, bolting away towards the town screaming shrilly,
'_La Buena Presidente! La Buena Presidente! Viva Capitaine Pelayo!_'