"That is the very crime of which I suspect him, sir," Dave answered, bluntly.
"Are you sure that your personal animosity has no part in that suspicion?"
"No dislike for a brother officer could induce me to charge him falsely," Dave answered simply.
"I beg your pardon, Darrin!" exclaimed Trent in sincere regret.
"I shouldn't have asked you that."
"Here is the door, sir," Dave reported, in a whisper, halting and pointing.
"I heard some one talking in there in low tones," reported Riley.
"I couldn't make it out, for he was talking in Spanish."
"I suspect that the voices were those of Lieutenant Cantor and
Cosetta," Dave whispered.
"If they don't get away, we'll soon know," Trent whispered. "Stone and Root, I want you two to head the party that rushes the door. As soon as you get inside don't stop for anything else, but rush to the rear windows and shoot any one who attempts to escape by the rear fence. Now, men, rush that door!"
So hard and sudden was the assault that the door gave way at the first rush.
Revolver in hand, Dave Darrin was directly behind the two seamen who had been ordered to rush to the rear windows.