"Two men!" cried the captain, excitedly. "It must be they. Where! Where!"
"They came out of the wood about two hundred yards below, and seeing me standing at the door they darted back again into the trees."
"Ask him what they were like," whispered the sergeant. "That will test his story."
The officer, pleased with the suggestion, put the question.
"Like! well, now, it wasn't as if I had many minutes to examine them, and, besides it was too far off for me to tell the color of their hair or eyes."
"Fool!" exclaimed the captain, savagely. "Their dress! that's the point."
"One of them seemed to be a civilian, a Cuban I should say, capitan. The other, was certainly a sailor, a navy man, the——"
The captain waited for no more.
"Our men," he cried enthusiastically. "They cannot escape us now."
Young Glory threw away his cigarette and smiled as he looked after them.