"For goodness' sake be careful!" gasped Ruggles. "She may capsize us."
"Thirty-five," said Will.
On flew the hydroplane.
"Are we near the canoe, Azito?" asked Will.
"She goes back, señor: better get out of the way."
"Very sensible. Duck, Ruggles: they may send a shot at us."
Next moment four bullets whizzed overhead.
"A thousand pesos if you stop!" cried the General, terrified alike by the speed of the hydroplane and the risk of being shot by his own men.
"Not for a million," said Will. "Are we near the narrows, Azito?"
"Not yet, señor."