“And now, sir,” spoke up the general sullenly, “perhaps you will detain us no longer. This is a family affair, and——”
“You have been beaten at your own game,” put in Midshipman Stark.
The general glowered, but said nothing. Senorita Isabelle turned to the Americans.
“You will not keep him longer? I am certain that he will do us no more harm to-night.”
“Nor in the future,” spoke up Ned recklessly. “I’ll get the will for you to-morrow.”
A smile flitted across the general’s face.
“To-morrow things will have changed in Boca del Sierras,” he exclaimed. “I shall be in possession there.”
The Americans looked their astonishment, but thought it best to say nothing to betray their ignorance. The next moment the general renewed his request to be allowed to depart.
“What shall we do?” asked Stark, gazing at the others.