- edly toward the law-and-order deserted city. "You are
going with us, are you not?" he asks.
"No; I shall remain here."
"Your safety lies with yonder yacht."
"Safety? Ah, senor, somewhere on this isle is one dearer to me than personal security." And the young man turns away to hide his emotion.
"But you can gain nothing by remaining here now. The survivors of the late scrimmage have recognized you and in half an hour the whole town will be at your heels. Aboard my yacht you will be safe and I will gladly land you at any point on the island you may designate. Besides, the papers"
"Say no more, senor," exclaims El Terredo, extending his hand. "I accept your generous offer."
Dismissing his faithful followers, with the assurance that he will be with them again ere many days, the revolutionary leader steps into one of the waiting boats.
As they are about to push off a soldier whose horse is flecked with foam comes dashing down the beach, and as he leaps from his well-nigh broken steed, he calls out cheerily:
"Got room for one more?"
"Ah! My friend of the cafe," cries Van Zandt. "You are very welcome, senor."
"And just in time," remarks John Barker, detective, as with a hearty thwack he sends his horse riderless down the beach and clambers into the boat.
CHAPTER LVI.
THE FATE OF THE SEMIRAMIS.
"And now, what?"
The boats have reached the Semiramis. Louise Hathaway has been tenderly assisted to the deck by Van Zandt, followed by Navarro and Barker, and the dead
