After two unsuccessful attempts, Mr. Willing was successful in his quest.
Half an hour later they were in the presence of the American Consul, Mr. Edwards, to whom they explained the matter.
“What are they, a band of robbers?” asked Dick.
“I should say they are probably revolutionists,” replied the consul. “The situation here is peculiar. All factions are at war with each other. The latest so-called patriots are followers of Carranza, and I happen to know are without funds. If they can’t pay their men they will lose them. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were the ones who had captured your daughters.”
“Well, what are we going to do about it?” demanded Mr. Willing.
“To tell the truth, there isn’t much we can do. Officially, I am powerless. The United States hasn’t recognized the Carranza faction, and for that reason I cannot call on its agents officially. However, I can pay a personal call upon Señor Jorge Hernandez. He may know something.”
“Then let’s get busy at once,” cried Dick.
“I don’t suppose you care to pay this ransom, Mr. Willing?” asked the consul.
“I’ll pay it if I can’t get my daughter back any other way. If she is in danger I shall pay it anyhow.”
“I am sure that she is in no danger of violence,” returned the consul. “They would not harm an American at this crisis. All they will do is to hold her in the hope that eventually you will pay. I would advise against paying the ransom at once.”