Ramirez guided him from the wharf and led him down a dark street, halting every few steps to make sure that they were not being followed.
Of a sudden, the Cuban, every instant alert, dragged our hero into a doorway.
“Here comes the patrol,” whispered Juan.
Hal listened, yet it was some moments before he could hear the tramp of soldiers.
“Your hearing is wonderful,” he whispered.
“It is said,” replied Ramirez, “that starvation quickens all the senses.”
“And you are starving?” uttered Hal, feeling as if he were choking.
“Far from it,” was the answer. “I ate a quarter of a loaf of bread the day before yesterday.”
“And since——”
“I have had several drinks of water, but it was warm and therefore not palatable.”