“And where is he?” I went on, my heart rising to my throat, as I saw a look of anxiety cross the gentleman’s bronzed features.
“Your father was made a prisoner by the Spanish authorities two days ago,” replied the señor, and the answer all but prostrated me.
[CHAPTER XXI.]
THE ATTACK ON THE OLD CONVENT.
“My father a prisoner!” I gasped out, when I could speak.
“Yes, Mark.”
“And how was he captured? and why?”