"Then we'll—what will we do then, Bert?"
"Then it will be a case of measuring our wits against these fellows', and trying to make our escape. We may be able to get word to Captain Dynamite. Anyway Mason and Washington will probably discover that we have been captured and will go on to the captain."
"Yes, but he has troubles of his own now to attend to."
"Still I do not think he is the man to desert us entirely. He might get his friend Gomez to do something for us."
"Well, a great deal depends on whether we have fallen into the hands of a small or large detachment of Spaniards. If it is only a skirmishing party, Gomez or Morgan might rescue us."
"Let us hope it is a small outfit. I don't like the spirit these chaps show, nor the contempt in which their fat commander seems to hold the United States."
They were now getting near the foot of the mountain. Suddenly Harry clutched Bert's arm.
"What is it?" asked Bert, startled by Harry's movement.
"Don't look to right or left. I just saw the Midget's white face peeking out at us as we passed that last clump of bushes. It's all right now. They know we are prisoners and you can trust Mason for getting a move on." The boys tramped along with lighter hearts now that they were confident that their companion knew of their predicament.
"I hope they will not get pinched too," said Bert.