“Well, perhaps not,” answered Captain Anderson, “but it was no time for half way measures.” He turned to Captain Von Blusen. “And what am I to do with you?” he asked.
“I should be glad if you would take me to San Francisco,” was the reply.
Captain Anderson turned this over in his mind.
“You have made much trouble for me,” he said finally, “and besides, the United States authorities may be looking for you, for all I know. However, I have no such information, and as you seem to have turned over a new leaf, I shall do so.”
“Thank you, captain.”
“I would advise you, however,” continued the captain, “to go ashore at the first American port instead of going to Frisco. The authorities may be on the lookout for you, and I don’t know what they would do with you. Your theft of the Yucatan was nothing short of piracy.”
“I suppose you are right,” returned Captain Von Blusen, “and I shall act upon your advice. What is the first United States port at which you shall touch?”
“San Diego.”
“Then I shall go ashore there.”
“Very well, unless, of course, in the meantime I should receive word to hold you.”