The girls clapped their hands in delight. Both had feared that the disaster might put an untimely end to their summer vacation.
“What do you suppose the Germans intend doing with the Yucatan?” asked Dick.
“Well, you heard the captain speak of a naval base on the coast of Cuba. They probably will run in there, put some big guns aboard and start out on a privateering cruise. There have been a couple of such German raiders, and they did considerable damage to British merchant ships before they were chased to the safety of internment in Newport News.”
“I guess that is about what they plan to do,” agreed Dick. “I’ll surely have one experience of which to write when I get back to work.”
An hour later the party was gathered on deck, when the captain of the Yucatan approached.
“The first thing I shall do is to report this to General Fullaway, at Colon,” he declared.
“General Fullaway!” exclaimed Mr. Willing. “You don’t mean General Hugh Fullaway?”
“The same,” replied the captain. “Do you know him?”
“Well, rather,” replied Mr. Willing. “We were schoolmates years ago, and have been close friends since. He comes from my home town. I shall look him up. But I didn’t know he was in command in Colon.”
“He has only been recently put in command,” was the reply. “I too know him well.”