"Don't hooray yet," said Bert, wagging his head disconsolately. "Remember there are more Spaniards in the shadow there."
"Yes, if they are Spaniards."
"And see how closely the interpreter walks. Can Captain Dynamite be a prisoner?"
"Not of that little man," sniffed Harry. "Look at the size of him beside O'Connor."
The two men whom the boys had seen in the distance were indeed O'Connor and Villamonte. They came on through the bright moonlight apparently as unconcerned as if there were not a price on the head of one. And they walked as close together as bosom friends, but a pistol in the coat pocket of Captain Dynamite pressed closely against the side of his companion.
"Now you are sure you know your part, Monte?" said O'Connor, as they neared the prison.
"Sure, your excellency."
"And you know what it means to play any tricks, do you?" As he spoke O'Connor emphasized his remark by jabbing the muzzle of the pistol into Villamonte's ribs.
"Surely your excellency can trust me," quaked the interpreter.
"Yes, under the circumstances. You also want to recollect that I understand Spanish, so you cannot fool me in that way—- and my finger is always on the trigger. At the first word or sign of warning off it goes. Now take that scared expression off and look pleasant; we are nearly there."