EL COMANDANTE TAKES A HAND "Where are we?" queried Anthony, as he took in the surroundings. "This is the prison, sar." "Gee! I'm sick." Kirk lay back upon the platform and closed his eyes. "Did they hurt you much?" "Oh yes. Very considerably." "Sorry I got you into it, Allan, I never thought they'd be so cranky." Again he groaned. "I want a drink." "Let me get it. Those Spiggoties will not give it to you." Allan went to the door and called to the guard. An instant later he returned with a tin cup. "I guess they knocked me out," Kirk said, dazedly. "I never was hit like that before--and jailed! Say! We must get out of her. Call the chief or the man in charge, will you? I can't speak the language." "Please, sar, if you h'anger them they will beat us again." "Beat! Not here?" "Oh yes. They might kill us." "They wouldn't do that!" "A white man they killed lahst h'autumn, and several of my people have passed away in this prison. Nobody can 'ear nothing. Nobody knows what 'appens 'ere." "Oh, well, they wouldn't dare touch us--I'm an American citizen. I'll notify the consul." Roused at the mere suggestion. Kirk staggered to the door and shouted lustily. When no one answered, he shook the iron grating, whereupon a guard leisurely approached, and, after listening stolidly to his request, went back to his post at the other end of the hall. This time the American sent forth such an uproar that a man evidently corresponding in authority to a sergeant appeared with the command to be quiet. "Let me out of here!" loudly demanded the prisoner. "I want the chief, or the alcalde, or somebody in charge. I want to know what I'm booked for, I want to telephone--TELEPHONE, don't you understand?--and arrange bail. Quick, now!" But the officer merely frowned at him, obviously threatening a resort to force if this outburst did not cease at once. "I tell you I want to get out," insisted Kirk. "I want to know what I'm charged with and have my friends get bail." The man nodded his understanding and went away, but an hour passed and he did not return. Then another hour followed, and Anthony, who had now begun to feel the effect of his drubbing more keenly, renewed his clamor, with the result that a half-dozen policemen appeared, causing Allan to retreat to a corner and mumble prayers. From their demeanor it looked as though they were really bent upon mischief, but Kirk soon saw that an official had come in answer to his call. He felt less reassured when he perceived that the person in uniform who now stepped forward was the same upon whom he had turned the hose earlier in the evening.