"Prisoners!"
Such was the single word which burst from Oscar's lips as he tried to sit up on his couch.
He almost thought he was dreaming, but when he tried to raise his arm and found it tied fast to his resting place, he fully realized the direful situation.
"And who are you?" he went on slowly.
"Captain Roquez, but not at your service," returned the Spaniard, with a baneful glance. "The Americanos defeated my country in Cuba, years ago, but they shall never defeat me again. On the contrary, I shall have a splendid revenge upon all the Yankee navy—now I am master of the new Holland.
"Oscar, this is an outrage," put in Andy, after finding himself also bound. He turned to Roquez. "What have you done with the engineer and the others?"
"All prisoners, excepting one man, who slept at the door of the ammunition room."
"That was Marney, the air man. What of him?"
"He tried to resist, and he is now at the bottom of the sea."
"You killed him?"