The crowd gave a parting jeer as they lost sight of them. Once inside the sailors were gruffly ordered to sit down, and their feet were tied securely.
A sergeant and three men were detailed to mount guard over them, and then everything was ready for the start.
Clif watched anxiously for one thing; he had an idea that his deadly enemy might not succeed in following them the rest of the journey.
But in that he soon saw that he was mistaken. Ignacio had no idea of being foiled in his vengeance. Just before the door of the car was shut his small, crouching figure entered.
He stopped just long enough to clinch his fist and shake it at Clif; and then he retired into a corner to snarl angrily to himself.
A few moments later there was a creaking of wheels and the "train" had started. The roar of the crowd died away and was succeeded by the sound of the rapid motion.
The prisoners were on their way to Havana.
"And I wish there'd be a wreck and end us before we got there," mused Clif.