During the hours which followed—hours that seemed like ages—the imprisoned trio were aware of a great commotion on deck, and Jack assured his companions that the Libertador had come to anchor.
"We are in some port near Maracaibo," he said. "I feel very sure of that."
"If we were only free," said Harrie, "there might be a possibility that we could get away. It begins to look as if we are not going to regain our freedom."
"I wish we had resisted them," exclaimed the more impulsive Ronie. "I know we could have overpowered them."
"It would have done no good in the end," replied Jack. "In fact, it would have worked against us in almost any turn affairs may take. In case we do escape, we shall be able to show that we have not given cause for this treatment. The United States Government will see that we are recompensed for this."
"If we live to get out of it," said Ronie.
"That is an important consideration, I allow," declared Jack. "But I never permit myself to worry over my misfortunes. So long as there is life there is hope."
"I wonder if Francisco knows of this," said Ronie.
"If he does, and he must learn of it sooner or later, he will come to us if it is in his power," replied Harrie, whose faith in the outlawed Venezuelan was greater than his companions'.
Some time later, just how long they had no way of knowing, it became evident to them that the Libertador was again upon the move. Whither were they bound? No one had come near them, and so long had they been without food and drink that they began to feel the effects. Had they been forgotten by their captors, or was it a premeditated plan to kill them by starvation and thirst? Such questions as these filled their minds and occupied most of their conversation.