"Don't you understand," persisted Harry, "that we are friends of Captain Dynamite and the cause?"
"Friends of the cause will give the countersign," said the voice in the same even tone.
"Washington, you ought to know the countersign," whispered Harry to the negro, who had listened to the conversation with open mouth. He shook his head as if he did not comprehend.
"You know—the word that tells people that you are a friend of Cuba."
"O, dats de password—suah." Washington grinned with joy.
"Well, the password then; what is it?"
"Ah guess it is 'Independencia.'"
"I hope you have guessed right this time."
"Not such a mucher," murmured Washington, deprecatingly.
"Independencia," repeated Harry, loud enough for the man on shore to hear.