“Then take the consequences!”
“I shall have to, since I can’t run away from them.”
“Very well. Then this is the disposition of your case: At ten to-night you shall be rowed across the harbor to Morro Castle. Once in a dungeon there you will be out of my jurisdiction, and thenceforth under the eye of General Blanco.”
All the while Senor Vasquez had stood by looking silently on with his eager, burning eyes.
“One moment,” he now interposed. “May I have a word with the prisoner.”
“To one of such known loyalty as Senor Vasquez,” replied the police official, politely, “no favor can be refused.”
Vasquez led our hero to the other end of the room.
“You are to go to Morro Castle,” whispered the Spaniard, warningly. “Do you know what that means?”
“Yes,” retorted Hal. “Solitary confinement until——”
“Until——” followed Vasquez, eagerly.