“What am I to do now, Bob?” shouted Clackett.
“Go up the bank and a little way into the woods,” answered Bob. “Hide yourself and watch for soldiers. If you hear or see any, rush this way and give the alarm to Dick. He’ll cut the cable, and then the two of you dodge below as quick as the nation will let you, the last one down closing the hatch after him. Understand?”
“That’s plain enough,” said Clackett, climbing the bank and vanishing in the timber.
Bob went down into the periscope room and found Ysabel sitting on one of the stools and keeping watch of the prisoners.
Fingal, his great arms twisting fiercely against the ropes and his eyes glaring, lay on the floor. Near him was the other prisoner. The latter had recovered from the blow that had stunned him, and, to judge from his humble appearance, his warlike disposition was entirely gone.
“What shall we do with Pedro, Bob?” asked Ysabel anxiously.
“Does he want to go back with us to Belize? Ask him.”
“If he did that, they would probably arrest him for what he has done,” said the girl.
She put the question, however, and Pedro shook his, head.
“Ask him if he wants us to put him ashore here.”