“Not much,” was the smiling reply. “Fisher was formerly a newspaperman and has had considerable experience along that line.”
And the consul was right. A short time later Fisher appeared.
“Have you found their refuge?” was Colonel Ashton’s first question after the introductions had been made.
“I followed a man, two women and two girls to a native house in the eastern extremity of the city,” was the reply. “I have no doubt they are the right ones.”
“Good,” returned the consul. “Now the first thing to do is to enlist the support of General Seauterey, the commandant of the city. Without him we can do practically nothing. But he will be glad to capture Hernandez.”
The consul took his departure, announcing that he would return as soon as possible.
Dick left the room announcing that he would take a little stroll outside. Mr. Willing enjoined him to be back by the time the consul returned.
Dick, thinking deeply, was unconscious of the passing of time and the distance which he had walked. At last he roused himself from his reverie and looked at his watch.
“Great Scott!” he exclaimed. “I have been gone more than an hour. I had better hurry back.”
He gazed about him, and saw that he was in an evil-looking part of the town. He swung about on his heel and set out in the direction from which he had come.