“Oh, Dimmy, it’s a long story!” said Mike. “Come along in - look who’s here!”
“Your father and mother!” said Dimmy, in amazement. “So the second aeroplane is theirs, I suppose. Captain Arnold, I am glad to see you! I couldn’t seem to find out where you were in Ireland. What a meeting this is - Paul’s father and friends, and you too, and the children!”
The little front room was too small to hold them all, so they went into the garden. George brought out seats for everybody, and it was a very gay, noisy party that sat out there and talked and talked.
“If only I could get my hands on Diaz and Luiz, the traitors!” said Paul’s father angrily, as Paul told him how he had been kept prisoner.
“Well, you can if you want to,” said Mike, with a grin. “We’ve made them prisoners now! You can catch them as soon as you please!”
“Where are they then?” cried Dimmy.
“On our secret island without a boat!” laughed Mike. “And there they’ll stay till somebody goes over and catches them!”
Everybody laughed in delight. It was very funny to think of the two bad men being caught like that.
“To-morrow morning I and the policemen will go over in a boat,” said the king grimly. “Diaz and Luiz will be most surprised to see us! They meant to prevent my son Paul from being king after me if I died - and now that I am very much alive, they will be sorry they ever thought of such a plan!”
“Will you take Paul back with you?” said Mike, feeling sorry that they were to lose a boy he liked very much.