"Who are you?" demanded the gruff captain.
"An officer in the United States Navy," said Clif, promptly. "From the gunboat Uncas."
"And what are you doing here?"
"We were wrecked on the coast last night. We surrender, and we expect to be decently treated."
"You are prisoners of war," was the officer's stern response, "and you will be treated as such. Forward, march!"
CHAPTER XII.
THE FIRST PRISONERS OF WAR.
The command had hardly been obeyed when out from the brush at the further side of the savanna came the pursuing Spaniards and with them Ignacio.