That evening, Pedro was taken ashore and lodged in the house of Ysabel’s relatives. The next day he took passage to Cuba, and forever cut himself adrift from revolutions and the filibusters who foster them.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
A SUBMARINE BATTLE.
About a week later, the boys received sailing orders and promptly made everything ready aboard the Grampus. Then, having learned every detail of their commission, they collected the men and departed on the new cruise.
They had been at sea several days, and were proceeding leisurely southward, when Bob took one of the daily observations.
“Look at the chart, Dick. Unless I’m off in my reckoning, those blue things in the distance, that look like clouds, are the mountains of Trinidad.”
“Right-o, mate! The Gulf of Paria is to the south, and right ahead of us is the Boca Drago, or Dragon’s Mouth, the entrance to the gulf. What’s our first port of call?”
“Georgetown. That’s where we’re to pick up the midshipman.”
“But we’re two days ahead of time, and he won’t be expecting us. Why not put in at Port of Spain for a little social call? I was there once, on the old Billy Ruffin, and it’s a fine place for getting on your go ashores and seeing the sights.”
“This is a business trip, old chap, and not a sight seeing excursion. Our schedule has been made out for us, and we’ve got to follow it through. It’s a big responsibility we’re under, and if anything should happen to the Grampus, there’d——”