CHAPTER XXVI.
A PLOT AGAINST FUNSTON.
A muttered imprecation was the only intimation that the figure which had been so unceremoniously bundled into the closet was alive.
"Who are you?" asked Donald in Spanish.
"Let me out of this," was the unsatisfactory response in English.
"Oh!" from Donald. "You are an American. Well, keep still and I'll help you to get rid of the blanket."
He grabbed hold of the covering and the newcomer was soon uncovered.
"Now, then, who are you?" asked Donald again.
"I'll show you who I am if I get hold of you," was the uncivil answer, and an arm shot out.
"Now look here," said Donald, "if you don't stop that I'll let daylight through you. We are in a bad box and the only thing to do is to make the best of it."