“Great Scott! What does that mean?” demanded Burnham, leaping up from his seat near the rail.
“It’s an order to heave to,” answered Captain Brownley grimly. “We are not yet out of the woods, it would seem.”
“Then that means for us to get out of sight again,” said my father, and, as the captain nodded, the four of us ran for the companion-way, descended to the cabin, and secreted ourselves in the cabin pantry.
Five minutes later the Spanish revenue cutter steamed alongside, and we heard the tramp of half a dozen strange pairs of feet on the deck above.
[CHAPTER XXXVI.]
CAST INTO A SANTIAGO DUNGEON.
“Those fellows evidently mean business,” whispered Mr. Raymond, as an angry discussion drifted down to us. “Is it possible they got wind that we are on board?”
“Let us hope not,” shuddered my father. “Hist! they are coming down into the cabin!”