“Hard luck that you should have run into the rebels when you were looking for the soldiers of General Mendez.”
“Rebels?” cried Gaines. “Why, Bob, those fellows weren’t rebels. They were the loyalist soldiers!”
“The troops of General Mendez?”
“Yes.”
“Then,” queried Bob angrily, “why were they chasing you, and shooting at you?”
“I give it up. They must have taken me for one of the rebels—possibly they thought I was General Pitou.”
“They couldn’t have thought that,” answered Bob. “The general is only about half your size.”
“Clackett told you why I got out through the torpedo tube?”
“Yes. But how did you ever do it without being seen by Fingal and his men?”