Then the character of the land changed from rugged mountains rising at the shore line to low, gray, misty ranges rearing their serrated ridges far inland. Finally from out the sea a lone peak reared its crest; growing ever higher and higher--the well-known Monte Granero, so called by the great discoverer when he first saw it, and from the summit of which can be seen the site where now are the ruins of New Isabella on the northern shore of San Domingo. On the low-lying plain a few miles southwestward from the base of the mountain was the straggling town of Monte Cristi, sweltering in the morning sunshine. Since before dawn the spluttering snap of the wireless filled the air on board the _Denver_ as the message sped through the intervening miles of space to the flagship lying in the open bay off Cabras Island. Captain Bentley on the bridge read the aerograms with interest, and particularly the last one. "Large force rebels reported operating vicinity Samana Bay. Proceed to Sanchez, investigate conditions, protect American and foreign lives and property. Guard customs. Report conditions." "We will continue on our present bearing, Mr. Ogden," said the Captain; "read this, and send word to the Navigating Officer to report to me at once in my cabin." Captain Bentley then went below, and soon was poring over the chart of Samana Bay, one of the finest harbors and most desirable bases in the whole of the West Indies. CHAPTER XII SEÑOR PEREZ ASKS FOR AID Before the mud caused by the dropping anchor rose to the surface of the water, a shore boat containing two oarsmen and one passenger put out from the wharf and pulled for the _Denver_. That the passenger was in a hurry was evidenced by his gesticulating hands, and by the black cotton umbrella held by its bulging center which he waved in an attempt to make the clumsy boatmen pull together. From under the white cork helmet his dark face worked spasmodically as with a mixture of Spanish, English and German words he urged on his laggard crew. Interested sailors and marines lined the ship’s rail, watching the approach of the stout, excited little foreigner. His rapid speech was now quite audible though not intelligible. "He is giving those peons what my mother would call ’gowdy,’" said Dick to Henry, "and that is her worst swear word." "Meaning our excitable friend is rather strong in his choice of expletives?" inquired Henry. "You’ve got it, Hank! His language is hot enough to make a bottle of Tobasco sauce weep tears of envy." By this time the boat was within a few yards of the ship. "Boat ahoy! What do you want?" hailed the Officer of the Deck. "I want to see the Captain. I am the consul. I am Señor Perez. There is much trouble." "Come alongside," ordered the Officer of the Deck, and walked to the gangway to meet the consul who, with surprising agility, sprang from his boat and waddled hurriedly on deck.