CHAPTER XXVII.
WHEN THE SPANISH FLAG LEFT PORTO RICO FOREVER.
Another short run would take them to the water's edge where a boat awaited, and sturdy English muscles were eager to row them to safety.
Captain Beven had taken the precaution to make Spaniards out of his men and himself, in the expectation that such a conceit might avail to save Cleo future trouble; for such an event as this could easily be made the foundation of an international dispute, and the Spanish government find just cause to demand damages from John Bull.
Down the calle they went, in the midst of shouts and execrations from a myriad of heads that protruded from the windows on either side.
That the owners neither knew what was in the wind nor cared a peseta was a foregone conclusion; but they could not resist giving tongue after the manner of their kind and according to the stripe of their belief.
It was a hot finish.
Roderic did not breathe easily until they reached the boat.
Then he began to believe there was a strong chance for boarding the yacht.