“I would like to go,” said Shirley, with a sidelong look at her father.
“You won’t go unless I do,” was Mr. Willing’s ultimatum. “You have been in trouble enough. I’m going to keep you in sight.” He turned to Colonel Ashton. “Would you care to go ashore, Ashton?”
“Why, yes,” was the reply.
“Good. Then we shall all go,” said Mr. Willing.
“You can go with me,” said Captain Anderson. “I am going to pay my respects to the American consul.”
An hour later a small boat put off from the ship and headed shoreward. In it, besides Captain Anderson and the crew, were Mr. Willing, Colonel Ashton, Dick, Shirley and Mabel.
“We’ll keep out of trouble this time,” commented Mr. Willing.
They accompanied Captain Anderson to the United States consulate, where they were introduced to the consul. An hour later they all started back toward the boat.
As they walked down one of the dirty streets Captain Anderson espied a figure slinking along.
“Hey!” he cried. “There goes that scoundrel Von Blusen, who broke his parole and ran away at Corinto. I’ll get him!”