It was afterward learned that de Guzman, after seeking shelter with a relative on the other side of the island for a time, finally escaped to Paris, where he now lives—an outcast and almost a beggar. As for Hank, he was ultimately given up to justice, but, on the pleas of the consul, escaped being shot. He was deported from the country, and was speedily lost sight of. And Jim Prentice? He was found missing one day, and doubtless deserted the service he disgraced.
Little more remains to be told. The next day the boys were astonished by the arrival of several big battleships in the harbor, the squadron being in command of their old commander, Captain Dunham. It appeared that the squadron had been cruising in West Indian waters, but had been ordered by cable to proceed to Costaveza, when the government became convinced of the seriousness of the situation. In some mysterious way Captain Dunham soon learned the eventful history of the boys in Costaveza, and they were sent for by him to relate the whole story. Their former commander roared with laughter and astonishment by turns as they related their experiences, but finally his face grew grave.
“You boys acted for the best,” he said, “and I admire you for what you did. But the pity of it is your pluck and bravery can never become known. However, if you care to be appointed by me to some special work, I think I have some ahead for you in the near future.”
With kindling eyes the boys thanked him.
The next day they had leave ashore, and spent it in walking about the city, recalling the eventful things that had happened to them in its vicinity. Suddenly Ned was almost suffocated by an arm being thrown about his neck, and a bristly face being pressed to his.
“Ah, my brave, I salute you!” exclaimed a voice in his ear.
It was little Captain Gomez. Drawing the boys into a sheltered eating-place, he ordered cooling refreshments, and then related to them all over again how they had captured the insurgent navy, ending with the information that he was to be made Minister of Marine for his services in the revolution.
“But I owe it all to you!” he exclaimed warmly. “To you and your brave comrades.”
“But don’t ever tell any one so,” laughed Ned.