"We're in this thing now, and we're going to hang to it," was the dogged response.
Gaines turned away and the two chums could hear him moving off. Matt went over to his cot and sat down.
"Great spark plugs!" he exclaimed. "Who'd ever have thought Speake, Gaines and Clackett would take the bit in their teeth like this?"
"They mean well, matey," said Dick, with a grim laugh. "They are trying to take the responsibility off your shoulders, Matt. They could see that you were hungry to go with the don, but that you didn't think you had the right. They've shouldered that part of it themselves."
"And they've got the lot of us into trouble," said Matt. "There's something off color about Don Ramon Ortega or he wouldn't have hired Speake, Gaines and Clackett to do this directly against my orders."
"Don Ramon is a pretty high jigger in Belize."
"He's not what I thought he was."
"Well, we're in for it," laughed Dick.
"In more ways than one," said Matt moodily.
"We're bound for the Izaral again, and will probably save that devoted outfit of 'breeds commanded by General Mendez."