Part 27 (1/2)

”Not sunk, though,” he added quickly, ”for that would lose the box for us altogether. I'd just like to have one of our quick-firers disable them. But we're going away from the _Georgetown_, instead of toward it.”

This was only too evident.

Of course Ned and Frank might have fired on the escaping men in the boat ahead of them, as they were within rifle shot, but neither of the boys dreamed of shooting at the rascals. It was too cold-blooded.

The boat of the fruit dealer was making good time. It was smaller and lighter than the larger craft containing Bernardo and the others, and was not so heavily laden.

”Ned, I believe we're going to catch them!” Frank cried, a little later.

”I can see them ever so much more plainly.”

”So can I,” said Mr. Kennedy. ”Now, boys, you had better let me do the talking, if we really overhaul them and force them to stop. I can speak their language and I know what to say to them to bring them to terms I think. And you want to look out. Bernardo is an ugly customer, and he is probably very bitter over the defeat of his forces and the collapse of the revolution. He'll be especially vindictive against you sailors, for if it had not been for Uncle Sam's men the revolutionists would undoubtedly have won.”

”Well, we have our rifles and automatics,” replied Frank, as he looked to see that his gun was loaded, and the pistol in readiness. ”If they try any monkey business-”

”Look! Look!” suddenly interrupted Ned. ”They're having another dispute!

And it's about the box!”

Several of the rascals were now standing up in the boat. One of them had the box in his arms, and Bernardo was trying to take it from him. High words could be heard.

”We're going to close in on them, and they know it,” exulted Frank.

”Maybe some of them want to offer us the box to stop the pursuit.”

”I wouldn't agree to that,” said Mr. Kennedy. ”You might need more evidence than is in the box-personal testimony. Don't let them get away if you possibly can stop them.”

”I really believe we are going to get them,” cried Ned.

It seemed very probable, and the revolutionists evidently thought the same thing. The dispute over the box was renewed.

”I wonder what really is in it,” ventured Ned.

No one could tell him.

Suddenly one of the men stood up, dealt the revolutionist who held the box a blow that sent him overboard, and as he fell, the man dealing the blow caught the box in his own hands. Then he yelled out something in his own tongue.

”What is he saying?” asked Ned, eagerly.

”Quiet, just a moment,” cautioned Mr. Kennedy, who was listening intently.

The man screamed something at those in the pursuing boat, and shook one fist at them. Then, with a sudden motion, he tossed the box into the water. It sank instantly, and groans of disappointment came from Ned and Frank. The evidence that possibly would clear their uncle, and restore their fortunes, seemed lost forever.

”What did he say?” asked Frank.

”He said that all the doc.u.ments referring to the revolution would rest on the bottom of the bay,” translated Mr. Kennedy. ”He defied us, saying that though the revolution was checked it was not over, and that no punishment could be given Bernardo and his friends, because the necessary papers would never fall into our hands.”

”Did he say anything about Uncle Phil?” asked Ned.

”I don't believe he knows him, though Bernardo does, and he may suspect you are his nephews,” answered the coffee merchant.