“Well,” said Shirley, “you are always getting in trouble. I reckon Mabel and I will have to keep closer watch on you.”
“I am sure of it,” declared Mabel.
Dick smiled, but there was no amusement on the faces of Mr. Willing nor Colonel Ashton. They scowled at their daughters.
“Now, Dad,” continued Shirley, “did Captain Von Blusen—”
“Will you be quiet?” demanded Mr. Willing. “Haven’t we had enough trouble for one day without all this chatter. Come, Ashton, we’ll go to our cabin.”
Shirley, Mabel and Dick broke into a loud laugh as the two stalked away arm in arm, looking neither to the right nor left.
CHAPTER XX.—UP THE MEXICAN COAST.
The passengers aboard the Yucatan gazed curiously at the approaching battle cruiser.
It was the morning following the departure from Champerico, and the Yucatan had been halted by a shot fired across her bow. Officers and passengers alike were curious as to the identity of the cruiser.
So far she had shown no colors.