“And so you shall be, if it is within my power to put you there,” declared the President of Nicaragua warmly.
At this moment two of the general’s troopers approached, dragging a third man between them. Shirley and Mabel fell back a few feet.
“Hello! Who have we here?” demanded President Garcia.
“Prisoner, sir,” replied one of the men.
“Release him,” said the President. “I shall talk to him myself. Who are you, and what are you doing here?” he demanded sharply.
Shirley and Mabel both started at the sound of the prisoner’s voice. He was none other than Captain von Blusen.
“I’m Captain von Blusen, of the German navy,” was the reply. “I have been held prisoner aboard an American ship, and have but recently escaped. I am seeking Colonel Hernandez.”
“Hernandez!” exclaimed President Garcia, stepping back in surprise. “The leader of the revolutionists!”
“And may I ask your name, sir?” said Captain von Blusen.
“I,” said the general, “am the President of Nicaragua.”