“True; but had they been captured and court-martialed, they would have been shot, anyway,” replied the inventor.
“Sure enough,” assented Barney.
“Zamora!” called the inventor.
“Well?” the Mexican answered from his post at the wheel.
“Run her away to the eastward.”
“Ain’t you going down to interview the marines?”
“No. What’s the use? It would do no good. We have seen what happened. The scene explains itself.”
“Faith, thim sogers moight be loikin’ to know who we are,” said Barney.
“We will mystify them by giving no information.”
That settled the matter.