Zorrillo counselled prudent conduct; Navarrete impetuously advised bold action.
They, the insurgents, he cried, were stronger than any other military force in the Netherlands, and need fear no one.

If they begged and entreated they would be dismissed with copper coins; but if they enforced their demands they would become rich and prosperous.
With flashing eyes he extolled what the troops, and he himself had done; he enlarged upon the hardships they had borne, the victories won for the king.

He asked nothing but good pay for blood and toil, good pay, not coppers and worthless promises.
Loud shouts of approval followed his speech, and a gunner, who now held the rank of captain, exclaimed enthusiastically: "Navarrete, the hero of Lepanto and Haarlem, is right! I know whom I will choose." "Victor, victor Navarrete!" echoed from many a bearded lilt.
But Zorrillo interrupted these declarations, exclaiming, not without dignity, while raising his baton still higher.

"The election will take place to-morrow, gentlemen; we are holding a council to-day.

It is very warm in here; I feel it as much as you do.