He returned to the bridge, and the sailors released Von Blusen. The latter walked over to where the Willing party were gathered.
“Well, here I am again,” he said with a smile.
“I see you are,” replied Mabel, and deliberately turned her back on him.
The young man’s face became red. He turned on his heel and walked off without another word.
CHAPTER XIII.—ASHORE IN COSTA RICA.
The steamship Yucatan was swinging slowly into a little harbor. Land, visible for the first time since leaving the Panama Canal, was now close at hand.
“What place is this?” asked Shirley of Dick, who stood forward gazing over the rail by her side.
Dick consulted his guide book, remarking: “I can’t remember the name of these outlandish places.”
“It’s Punta Arenas,” he said at last, looking up. “Costa Rica, you know,” he added in explanation.