Shirley shook her head negatively.
“I’m sure I don’t,” said Mabel.
“Then I must introduce myself,” was the reply. “I am General Pedro Garcia, President of the republic of Nicaragua.”
Both girls looked at him in the utmost surprise.
“You may well be surprised,” said the general, a touch of bitterness in his tone, it seemed to Shirley, “and no doubt you are to see the President of the country in such a predicament?”
Shirley didn’t know much about Nicaragua, but she decided she might as well agree with him, as he seemed to expect it.
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“And I am surprised to find myself in such a position,” said the President. “I shall explain. With my men I am fleeing from the revolutionists.”
“Revolutionists?” echoed Shirley.
“Exactly. I was in Corinto with some of my army for diplomatic purposes. While absent from Managua there was an uprising. It seems to have been well planned, for it broke out in all parts of the republic at once, even here in Corinto.”