“And I, senor, was fortunate enough to be near by.”
Hal blinked stupidly, having by no means recovered his wits as yet.
“Rest easily, and breathe freely,” counseled the Cuban. “Do not try to move yet. Do not even try to think.”
Hal obeyed, lying there for two or three minutes before he tried again to speak.
“Where are we now?” he asked, finally.
“Senor, I would caution you not to speak above a whisper. We are both in danger, if some unfriendly prowler should overhear us. Let me raise you—so. Now, do you see the building over yonder that rests upon the water’s edge?”
“Yes.”
“It was from one of those windows that you were dropped.”
“And you——”
“I was prowling near, senor. No sooner did the scoundrels hear the splash than they closed the window. It was then that I dove into the harbor, swam to you, and found you some ten feet below the surface. It was a simple matter to cut the ropes that bound the weights to you. Then I brought you here. That is all, senor.”