“I didn’t say it because I am hot-headed,” declared Dick. “I said it because I mean it.”
Hernandez gazed at the others with an air of wounded dignity.
“If I am to be insulted, I shall not continue the interview longer,” he said.
“The boy meant no harm, señor,” said the consul. “He is just angry, that’s all.”
“Then, I shall speak more with you if he is excused,” was the reply.
The consul looked at Dick.
“You had better go outside,” he said. “You have already made trouble enough.”
Dick was on the point of making an angry retort, but checked himself.
“Very well,” he said. “I shall wait for you without.”
He left the room, and went out on to the street, where he stood gazing first this way and then that while he waited for the appearance of the others.