“Great guns!” he exclaimed. “Who’d ever have thought Speake, Gaines, and Clackett would take the bit in their teeth like this?”
“They mean well, perhaps,” said Dick, with a grim laugh. “They are trying to take the responsibility off your shoulders, Bob. They could see that you were hungry to go with the don, but that you didn’t think you had the right. They’ve shouldered that part of it themselves.”
“And they’ve got us into trouble,” said Bob. “There’s something off color about Don Ramon Ortega or he wouldn’t have hired Speake, Gaines, and Clackett to do this directly against my orders.”
“Don Ramon is pretty high in Belize.”
“He’s not what I thought he was.”
“Well, we’re in for it,” laughed Dick.
“In more ways than one,” said Bob moodily.
“We’re bound for the Izaral again, and will probably save that devoted outfit of ’breeds commanded by General Mendez.”
“If I can get out of here they’ll never put this boat into the River Izaral.”
“That’s all right!” exclaimed Dick. “But what could you do? There are four against us, counting the don—two to one.”