The train sped on through the darkness.
CHAPTER XXV.—ON THE TRAIL.
It will now be necessary to go back a little ways.
When Colonel Ashton, Mr. Willing, and U. S. Consul Edwards left the home of Hernandez, alias Martinez, following their brief interview, they looked about for Dick who had said he would wait for them on the outside; but having set forth on the trail of Captain Blusen, Dick, of course, was not in sight.
“Guess the young man has gone back to the consulate in a huff,” said the consul with a slight smile.
“He shouldn’t have spoken as he did,” declared Mr. Willing.
“Is there any chance that he was right in his conjectures?” asked Colonel Ashton slowly.
“Hardly,” replied the consul dryly. “Hernandez is a queer man, but he would hardly do a thing like that.”
“Well, I don’t know,” replied the colonel. “I have found that you never go far wrong when you listen to what a newspaper reporter says. They seem to smell out these things.”