Just at this point the door opened and the swarthy face of Pedro was thrust in.
“Mujercita!” he called softly.
The girl, with one last, quick look at Bob, hastened from the room. The door was closed and locked, and the prisoners could hear the hoarse voice of Fingal rumbling through the periscope room. Bob glided to the door and listened. A moment later he drew a long breath of relief and turned away.
“I was afraid he might discover her,” said he, “but he only came down to borrow some tobacco of Pedro.”
“About all we can do is to wait,” murmured Speake.
“That’s all,” said Dick; “wait for something to happen and hope for the best.”
“And let’s not forget, while we’re waiting,” added Bob, “that we’ve got one loyal friend among our captors—and she’s as brave as she is loyal.”
CHAPTER XXVI.
A FAVORABLE OPPORTUNITY.
The three prisoners were hungry and they lost no time in making an attack on the basket. While they ate they discussed the situation in whispers.