“Our presence has been discovered, sir,” he gasped. “The enemy is approaching.”
Shirley and Mabel now perceived that the President of the Republic of Nicaragua, in spite of his advanced years, was a man of action.
He turned rapidly from one to another of his officers, and these dashed quickly away. A moment later the few troops began to move, and the girls realized that President Garcia had taken some steps to offset the advance of the revolutionists.
They found themselves going along with the troops.
“My goodness! I wish we were back on the ship,” exclaimed Shirley.
“You don’t wish it any more than I do,” declared Mabel. “I am more frightened than you are. Suppose there should be a battle. What would happen to us?”
Shirley shrugged her shoulders.
“You know as much about it as I do,” she made answer.
Mabel looked at her in amazement.
“Why, Shirley Willing!” she exclaimed. “Aren’t you afraid? I am scared half to death.”