“He is ready,” voiced Vasquez, glaring at last at his helpless foe. “Pedro, open the shutters over there.”
Out he was thrust, face down, his startled eyes gazing down at the muddy water of Havana harbor but a few feet below him.
“Ready, my good fellows?” quivered Vasquez.
“Ready, senor!”
“Then drop him!”
Through the darkness of the night shot a human form.
Plash!
Hal Maynard’s bound and weighted form sank below the foul waters.
He had gone to share, in a different way, the fate of the Maine heroes!