"I couldn't keep still no longer, nohow!" burst out the old tar. "A plagued rat came right up and wanted to nibble my leg, hang him. Who's them air fellows out thar?"
But the Spaniards had already followed Larry, and were now gazing at Luke in wonder. "Wounded, not so?" said one. "You were in the fight, then."
"No, we escaped from the prison," answered Larry, simply. "We were captured during last night. I wish I was sure we'd be safe here until our soldiers come along." He turned to the old sailor again. "How do you feel now?"
"Better, Larry, a heap better. But I ain't ready fer no more foot races jest yet."
"Then we'll have to remain here. Or perhaps you had better remain here while I go scouting around and see if I can find some of our soldiers, or the ambulance corps."
"An' what o' these gentlemen?"
"We shall go, too," said one of the Spaniards. "Your friend will be safe here—if he keeps hidden under the sacks," he added.
Waiting for the strangers to move first, Larry came behind them, still holding the gun as though
