The Spaniard said a few words in an undertone to his companion. The other's eyes gleamed and he nodded his head vigorously.
"We will take you on board and tow your machine," announced the owner of the yacht.
"To Cadiz or Huelva?" asked the count.
"Accept ten thousand regrets, count," replied the Spaniard. "We must take you to Gibraltar."
"But I have no wish to be taken to Gibraltar," declared von Sinzig. "I will give a thousand pesetas to be landed at Cadiz."
The Don again shrugged his shoulders.
"No doubt my crew would be glad of your offer of a thousand pesetas, count," he replied, "but since they know that the English have offered a reward equal to five thousand pesetas----"
"You would sell me?" demanded von Sinzig, furiously.
"I sell you, señor? Not I--a caballero of Spain! You insult me by the suggestion. I recollect, however, that I once had a brother. He was lost at sea, while travelling on an English vessel from New York to Cadiz. Like you, he wanted to land at Cadiz, but he was not able to do so. For why? Because the ship was torpedoed by one of your ever-accursed U-boats. Therefore I have a small measure of revenge when I hand you over to the English authorities at Gibraltar. Be pleased, señor, to step aboard."
Covered by an automatic pistol, Count Karl von Sinzig had no option but to obey. In the race round the world he was down and out.