“Hadn’t you better listen in case there’s any more coming?” asked Ned. “No; they’re through for to-night. They exchanged the good-bye signal. Now to find Tom and get him to translate this jumble of figures.” But Tom, after expending a lot of fruitless labor on the papers, declared he could make nothing of them. “Maybe they’ve changed the code, or maybe——” “They’ve been using Spanish this time,” exclaimed Jack, struck by a happy inspiration. “Cracky! I’ll bet that’s just what they have been doing,” cried Ned. “Say, fellows, you just copy out those messages while I get Captain Andrews below in two shakes of a duck’s tail.” He bounded off up the companion way, while Tom busily transcribed. So fast did he work that he had a lot of words written out when the skipper appeared. “So you’ve been catching something out of the air, have you?” he asked as he entered the cabin. “Yes; and I guess it’s important, too,” declared Jack, “but you’ll have to translate Tom’s notes. Captain, because it’s all in Spanish.” “That will be simple enough,” said Captain Andrews, sitting down and drawing toward him the scattered sheets which Tom had already rendered from the figures of the code. The veteran seaman began stolidly to con over the Spanish words, not all of which, owing to Tom’s unfamiliarity with the language, were written in correct form. But before long his composed attitude gave way to excitement. “Jove, lads!” he exclaimed, “this wireless is a wonderful thing. It’s tipped off that greaser’s hand to us in great shape. He——” “Wait till you get the whole message and then you can read it out to us,” suggested Jack. Both the sailor and Tom worked like beavers at their task, and ere long Captain Andrews leaned back in his chair and announced that he was ready to read the messages as he had translated them. As he had hinted, they caused a sensation. Herrera had wirelessed his plantation, and after a short interval had received a reply. He,—or, rather, his operator,—then proceeded to relate all that had occurred; and told,—the boys had to smile at this,—how the accursed gringos had tricked them by some sort of hypnotism! However, so the message ran on, the capable Senor Herrera had managed to rally his men on their recovery from the spell of witchcraft, and had speedily organized a force to repair the damaged machinery and wireless apparatus. This done, all speed had been made at once for the coast whither, as they guessed, the gringos had preceded them.