“Run!” cried Shirley in the same breath.
Dashing after them as fast as his stout body would permit, was Hernandez.
Shirley and Mabel wasted no time in deciding what was best to be done.
Keeping as close to each other as possible, they took to their heels and dashed madly along the street.
CHAPTER XXVII.—DICK IN PERIL.
The special train bearing Mr. Willing, Colonel Ashton, Dick and Captain Von Blusen arrived in Mazatlan only two hours after that on which Shirley and Mabel had reached the city. The four went at once to the American consulate.
Consul Edwards had been unable to accompany them, but after sending the telegram requesting that the fugitives be shadowed, he had written a note to Consul Harrington at Mazatlan and this he had given to Mr. Willing as a means of introduction.
Mr. Willing sent in the letter to the consul, and the latter received them immediately.
“I have a man shadowing the fugitives,” said the consul. “I told him to report here the minute he was sure he had run his quarry to earth.”
“Is there no danger they will elude him?” asked Dick anxiously.