“And that is?”
“That Don Ramon Ortega is not the villain I know you to be.”
“Your opinion counts for as little as does that of the people of Belize,” returned the don easily. “You have not answered my question as to whether you and your men would accept our proposal.”
“I didn’t think it was necessary to answer it,” said Bob. “I would blow up the Grampus before I would allow her to fall into the hands of General Pitou.”
“Better think well before you make a foolish answer like that,” struck in Fingal.
“That’s my answer, just the same.”
“How about the rest of you?” The don turned to Dick and Speake.
“What Bob Steele says matches my sentiments to a dot,” replied Dick.
“Mine, too,” added Speake. “If me and my mates had obeyed Bob Steele like we’d ought to have done, we’d never have got into this fix in the first place. It may be a little late in the day, but here’s where I begin carryin’ out his orders jest as he gives ’em.”
“Do you know what this decision means?” queried the don gravely.