“Cruiser Prairie, sir.”
There was a muttered ejaculation from the captain. Shirley, standing near, caught the words:
“Wonder what she’s doing in these waters? She was in Bluefields the last I heard of her. Must be trouble of some kind or she wouldn’t be here.”
The two ships exchanged messages, the nature of which were unknown to the passengers, however. Both continued on their course.
Morning showed to the passengers the cruiser proceeding ahead of them. All day the two ships retained their relative positions and when night came on they were unchanged.
When Shirley awoke the following morning the Yucatan was stationary. Shirley and Mabel dressed quickly and went on deck. There they found that they were in a little harbor. Shirley asked a question of one of the other passengers.
“Where are we?”
“Port of Corinto, Nicaragua,” was the reply.
At this moment a small boat was just about to be lowered. Shirley and Mabel rushed up to the first officer, who was in command of it.