Thousands of Cubans had fled before them, for the landing had been unexpected, and the people of the island were not prepared to offer resistance.
When the rest came Oscar found himself at the mouth of a small river flowing into the Atlantic Ocean.
He was secured to a tree with ropes while his captors proceeded to take it easy, lying in the grass, smoking cigarettes and drinking Japan tea.
The young inventor felt that he was in a serious situation, for he knew that in this world-wide war the Japanese would not hesitate to kill him whenever it pleased them.
He tugged at his bonds, but if there is anybody who knows how to tie knots it is a Japanese, and those which bound Oscar could neither be strained or broken.
An hour went by, when suddenly the young inventor saw something which both amazed and delighted him.
Far off in the ocean he beheld something come up to the surface. It was like the back of a turtle, about four feet in diameter.
It was only a few inches above the waves, but it shone like a plate of bluish steel—and such it was—the top-center plate of the Holland XI!
"Thank fortune, she escaped!" he muttered to himself.
Then he waited for several minutes, when the trap-door in the plate was slid aside and a form appeared—head and shoulders—the form of Andy Greggs.