“What’s the matter?” he demanded.
Shirley explained.
“And hurry,” she added tearfully, “they will lock them up in a dirty old jail.”
The consul was forced to smile.
“Oh, well, I guess it won’t hurt them any,” he replied.
The girls looked at him in astonishment, and Shirley opened her mouth to speak. The consul silenced her with a gesture.
“I’ll get them out, all right,” he assured them.
He looked at his watch and continued.
“It is now ten o’clock. I think I can safely promise to have them back aboard the Yucatan by five o’clock.”