for a look around. There was an Englishman, his wife, and three children on the deck.
"Who are those?" asked the leading revenue officer.
"They are to be passengers," answered Captain Montgomery. "Unless you say they can't go."
"Who are they?"
The officer was told and the Englishman was brought up for inspection. Apparently it was all right, and after a tour of the steamer, the Spaniards left.
Dan and I had meanwhile waited in the cabin in much anxiety. We remained below for the balance of the day, and when we came up late in the evening, the lights of Corregidor Island shone far behind and we were standing out boldly into the China Sea.
"Good-by to Luzon!" I cried. "My stay on that island was short and bitter."
"I wonder if we will ever see the Philippines again?" mused Dan.
"Perhaps so, Dan. I don't much care. But I would like to get my things from the Dart."
"So would I, Oliver. But even such a loss is preferable to a long term spent in a Spanish prison."
"True, but" I drew a long breath. "I
