"Father!" he cried. "It's really you!"
The American official clapped the boy on the shoulder with praise and a look of pride.
"Reckon that high-powered air rifle came in handy, eh?" he answered.
"Was it you, Father, who did the shooting?"
"No, not me. Wish I could shoot like that! We brought along the crack sharp-shooter of the camp."
One of the Marines looked up and grinned.
"This chap," the official continued, "could hit the hind leg of a fly that's scratching himself on a post fifty yards away!"
Then, to Stuart's enormous surprise, he turned to the prisoners with an air of authority.
"In the name of the United States," he said, "you are arrested. You, Cesar Leborge, for having plotted against American authority in Haiti, while holding rank in the Haitian Army; also for having accepted a bribe from other Haitian officials for betraying your fellow-conspirator; also for having given money and issued orders to a band of Cacos to post themselves in ambush with the purpose and intent of murdering Haitian and American citizens.
"You, Manuel Polliovo," he continued, turning to the second prisoner, "are arrested on a Cuban warrant for the murder of one Gonzales Elivo, a guard at the prison from which you escaped two years ago; also upon a charge of assault and attempted murder against this negro minister, for which there are several witnesses present; also on a charge of attempted murder of Stuart Garfield, son of an American citizen; also on a Haitian warrant for conspiring against the peace of the Republic."