"The order was fabricated, Excellency," said Will at once. "It was part of General Carabaño's plan, managed with the connivance of one of your telegraph staff. His name is--let me think: Perugia--no, Pereira."
"Do you say so, señor?" cried the Jefe, springing up in agitation. "How do you know it?"
"I overheard a conversation between General Carabaño and my Company's telegraphist, who has joined the rebels."
"Caramba! could anything be more unfortunate--or more atrocious! Captain Guzman, be so good as to have this Pereira instantly arrested. Would that I could recall the troops! But by this time they are twelve miles down-stream."
An idea struck Will.
"I have my hydroplane at the quay, Excellency," he said, "and if the steamer left only an hour ago I can easily overtake it if you will give me an order recalling the troops. In less than three hours they will be at your Excellency's disposal."
The Jefe grasped both his hands and shook them warmly.
"I cannot sufficiently thank you, señor. You will do the State a great service. If the troops return within that time they will be here almost as soon as General Carabaño; it may be our salvation. Do not delay, I beg you."
"I must have a written order, Excellency."
"Assuredly. Señor Crespo" (addressing the assistant secretary), "kindly make out the order for my signature at once."