The ensign pointed to a pile of timbers close to the wharf.
"Just the place," assented Dick, and, in a few moments, they were screened from sight and watching the approaching boat.
The launch hove alongside the wharf and five figures could be seen climbing up on the old timbers. Just who the persons were the darkness made it impossible for Dick and Glennie to discover. Their ears, however, soon gave them the knowledge that their eyes could not yield.
"I claim the right to be taken to the American consul!" said a voice.
Dick was so startled he almost dropped.
"It's Matt!" he whispered hoarsely. "By glory, they've brought my old raggie ashore!"
"Listen!" urged Glennie.
"You will not go to the American consul's to-night," an authoritative voice answered the young motorist.
"There will be trouble over this, Captain Sandoval," went on Matt, "if you don't take me to my country's representative."
"It is impossible."