At the same moment, as though this gesture had been a signal, from the low bushes a hundred yards away burst a squad of a dozen men, rifles at the "ready," in the uniform of American marines. Manuel and Leborge cast wild glances around, seeking some place to flee, but there was none. They were cut off. "Quick, Cecil!" they cried, together. And Leborge added, "Your boat! She is fast!" "Not as fast as a rifle bullet," was the quiet answer. At the double the Marines came over the scrubby ground, and, running beside the officer in command was a figure that Stuart recognized--his father! The officer of the Marines came up. "Seize them!" he said briefly. The boys in blue disarmed and bound the four, one of the Marines freeing Stuart's arms the while. The second he was free, Stuart sprang forward and grasped his father's hand with a squeeze that made the older man wince. "Father!" he cried. "It's really you!" The American official clapped the boy on the shoulder with praise and a look of pride. "Reckon that high-powered air rifle came in handy, eh?" he answered. "Was it you, Father, who did the shooting?" "No, not me. Wish I could shoot like that! We brought along the crack sharp-shooter of the camp." One of the Marines looked up and grinned. "This chap," the official continued, "could hit the hind leg of a fly that's scratching himself on a post fifty yards away!" Then, to Stuart's enormous surprise, he turned to the prisoners with an air of authority. "In the name of the United States," he said, "you are arrested. You, Cesar Leborge, for having plotted against American authority in Haiti, while holding rank in the Haitian Army; also for having accepted a bribe from other Haitian officials for betraying your fellow-conspirator; also for having given money and issued orders to a band of Cacos to post themselves in ambush with the purpose and intent of murdering Haitian and American citizens. "You, Manuel Polliovo," he continued, turning to the second prisoner, "are arrested on a Cuban warrant for the murder of one Gonzales Elivo, a guard at the prison from which you escaped two years ago; also upon a charge of assault and attempted murder against this negro minister, for which there are several witnesses present; also on a charge of attempted murder of Stuart Garfield, son of an American citizen; also on a Haitian warrant for conspiring against the peace of the Republic." Stuart stood with wide-open eyes, watching the denouement. He stepped back, and waited to see what would be said to Cecil, who, so far, had remained motionless. The Marines, at a word from their officer, turned to go, taking the prisoners with them. "And Cecil, Father?" the boy asked, in a low voice. "Mr. Guy Cecil, my son," replied the American official, "is my very good friend, as well as yours, and the very good friend of the United States. No man knows more of the inner workings of affairs in the West Indies, and he has the confidence of his Government.