At last, convinced that they were not proceeding in the right direction, they stopped and tried again to figure out the position of the camp. It was useless. They were now hopelessly lost. Harry looked up at the sun anxiously. It was getting low.
"It looks as if you and I were in another scrape, Bert," he said, trying to smile.
"We might wander for days without getting out of this labyrinth."
"It's not so bad as that. We can get into the open all right by simply following the mountain down. But I do not know what good that would do us, for we could never find the pass through which we came."
"No, and then there are the Spaniards."
"Well, I suppose the Spaniards are a pretty serious proposition to Washington, who is their natural enemy, but I do not think they would do us much harm. We're American citizens, you know."
"They are not looking for American citizens out here, and we should have a hard time explaining. We couldn't say we came on the Mariella."
"No, that would hardly do. Still, we have not done anything to injure Spain, and we were certainly unwilling passengers on the Mariella. I do not see how they can do anything very disagreeable."
"Judging from what Captain Dynamite says, they are inclined to consider every one except a Spaniard as an enemy and a Cuban sympathizer."
"Well, we've got to take some sort of a chance, so we might as well shout."