“Help! Help!” screamed the young woman, as the man advanced upon her.
“Scream all you wish to, my dear niece. There is nobody to hear you!” exclaimed de Guzman, with an evil leer.
The moment for revealing themselves had arrived. With a yell the Americans leaped the low sill of the open window and dashed into the room. A blow of Ned’s fist sent the general sprawling in a most undignified position into a corner of the room. Herc disposed of their old friend, Hank Harkins, while the impact of Stanley’s mighty fist sounded on the jaw of Chawedbones, as the sailor insisted on calling him. As for the girl, she seemed about to faint, but somehow Midshipman Stark’s arms happened to be convenient as she staggered back.
With a yell the Americans leaped the low sill of the open window and dashed into the room.
The naval men’s borrowed revolvers came in handy at that moment, for all the tormentors of the two women were armed. Under the menacing muzzles of the Americans’ pistols, however, they were speedily disarmed. In fact, their amazement at the sudden appearance of the quartette in that place, and in such an hour, had almost bereft the others of their senses. By de Guzman and by the others, who had witnessed the sinking of the boat in which the Americans were escaping, it had been confidently assumed that they were all dead. Of the part they had played against the insurgents in the last few hours de Guzman was, of course, unaware.
As for Senorita Isabelle and her mother, they were as dumfounded as the general and his worthy accomplices. After the first few minutes of silence, they began to stammer their thanks, but the midshipman and his companions hastily, yet politely, waved them aside.
“We are only too happy to have been in time,” said the middy, with a gallant bow, “but how did you happen to be placed in such a position?”
The girl looked embarrassed. The Americans understood that, brute as he was, de Guzman was still her relative, and she wished to say nothing against him. Her mother, however, broke into a storm of Spanish, aimed at her brother-in-law. She explained that, while they had been seated alone in the house that evening, their tormentors had made their appearance through the window. General de Guzman had heard from the soldiers who had guarded the prison at Miraflores of his niece’s visit to the dungeon. One of them who understood English had played eavesdropper, and, as soon as he had an opportunity, he had informed the general of what he had heard. He was unable to tell him of the location of the will, however, and for this the revolutionary leader had visited the hacienda, with a stern determination to find out its whereabouts. His threat to imprison the girl and her mother had been the climax to a stormy interview.