"I see a guard at the corner of the jail and another near the fence."
"Exactly, and both armed with Mauser rifles, eh?"
"They are certainly armed."
"Then what chance would we stand to escape, even if we pulled those bars from the window?"
"A good chance—at night, when they couldn't see us."
"By Jove, Oliver, that's an idea worth remembering. But we must be careful, or"
Dan did not finish, for he had noticed that a fellow prisoner was listening intently to all which was said.
"He may not be a prisoner at all," he said later on. "He may be another Spanish spy. My idea is that the woods are full of them."
"I've no doubt but that you are right," I returned.
The day passed slowly and so did that which followed. We had expected an immediate hearing, but it did not come.
"I don't like this," growled my companion. "Every prisoner is entitled to appear before the court. I shall demand a hearing at once, or appeal to the American consul for aid."
Accordingly he notified the jailer that we wanted to see somebody in authority without delay.
