’Tut, tut, tut, tut,’ our Captain said, jumping out of his chair and screwing in his eyeglass. ’Tut, tut, that’s serious. Come this way,’ and he took us in to the British Minister—a big tall chap with a nose like a hawk and great bushy eyebrows, dressed in white duck clothes. We had to tell our story again, clutching each other; he made us so frightened, looking at us so fiercely. You couldn’t tell from his face what he thought of it, but he told the Captain that he’d change into uniform and take us to the President right away. ’It’s serious,’ he said. ’Gerald Wilson is too openly mixed up in politics to claim our protection, and things may go badly with his brother.’ We felt so jolly relieved that something was at last going to be done that we did have some tea then, the ladies crowding round the Angel and helping him, though they weren’t so keen on me—they never are, which is a jolly good thing. ’If I’d a face like a girl’s they’d fuss round me too,’ I told the Angel, and he was beastly rude and called me ’Old Pimple Face,’ and made them all laugh at me. I could have kicked him. The Minister was back again before we’d finished stuffing, and then hurried us away—he and the Captain in one carriage, and Mr. Perkins and we two in another. We drove as fast as ever we could back to the town, and the soldiers we passed looked as if they’d like to shoot us. They scowled so much that I was jolly glad that the Minister was in his gorgeous gold braid uniform and the Captain and Mr. Perkins were in theirs. We had to pass close to San Sebastian, and we told Mr. Perkins that that was probably where Billums had been taken. ’Mr. Macdonald told us they take all the revolutionary people there.’ Just as we’d told him this, we heard a scrappy kind of a volley from inside the walls. ’Good God!’ Mr. Perkins nearly jumped off his seat, his red face turning quite yellow; ’they’re shooting people already. Why can’t we go faster?’ I almost blubbed. We were back again in the city now, the streets simply filled with soldiers, leaning up against the walls, trying to find a little shade and some of them shouting rudely at us as we passed. At last we stopped opposite some big iron gates through which soldiers were coming and going in hundreds. The sentries there wouldn’t let the Minister pass through at first, till an officer came along. Then we all got out and walked in, following the Minister, who stalked along, head and shoulders taller than any of the officers standing about, and pushed his way into a big room crowded with very excited people, most of them officers, half of them niggers and the other half not much lighter. They left off chattering as we appeared, and bowed and clicked their heels when they saw the Minister, but didn’t look at all pleased. ’They hate us English,’ I heard the Minister tell the Captain. ’Most of us favour the Vice-President’s party, though only Gerald Wilson has been fool enough to do so openly.’