Hernandez led the way, and Mrs. Sebastian motioned for the girls to follow him. The two women brought up the rear.
Outside all climbed into the cab and were soon being driven away.
Neither girl uttered a word as the cab bumped along the uneven street, but each was badly frightened. For half an hour the cab continued its way and then it came to a stop.
“Not a word!” ordered Hernandez of the two girls, as he prepared to alight.
The girls had sense enough to obey this injunction and went into the little station, dimly lighted, and boarded the waiting train without so much as speaking to each other.
As Shirley glanced back over her shoulder while climbing up the steps, she caught sight of a familiar figure lurking in the shadows. She could not be certain, but she felt positive that the man was Captain Von Blusen.
Captors and captives took seats at the rear end of the last car, where they sat in silence until the train began to move. Then, for the first time, did Hernandez breath in relief.
“Safe enough now,” he declared.
“But they may telegraph ahead and have us detained,” said his wife.
“No one knows we have come this way save Captain Von Blusen,” was the reply, “and it will not be to his interests to interfere with us.”