As the _Colombia_ steamed into the harbor of Puerto Cabero the following day, the Camera Chap caught sight of a turreted, forbidding-looking gray edifice on the east shore, and he did not have to make inquiries in order to know what this building was. Although he had never seen it before, he knew that he was gazing on the fortress of El Torro, which, in addition to being the main defense of Baracoa’s chief seaport, was also internationally famous as the living tomb of several ill-starred wretches whose political activities had earned for them the grim decoration of the ball and chain. According to the rumor which had brought Hawley to South America, it was within this building that Portiforo had the unhappy Felix locked up; therefore the Camera Chap viewed it with more than idle interest. As he noted the sentries marching to and fro in front of the gray walls it impressed him as being “a pretty formidable sort of a joint,” and he didn’t imagine that it was going to be exactly a picnic to get inside of it. “I observe that the señor is interested in El Torro,” exclaimed a voice close behind him. “It is a place much easier to enter than it is to leave.” Coming as though in response to his unspoken thought, the words startled Hawley. He wheeled swiftly, and found himself gazing into the swarthy countenance of Señor José Lopez. “What do you mean by that remark?” he demanded sharply. Then, suddenly on his guard, he added more mildly: “What makes you think that I am particularly interested in El Torro?” The other bared his large teeth in a wolflike grin. “I judged that such was the case from the manner in which the señor was staring at it,” he replied quietly. The Camera Chap laughed. “It is a picturesque pile,” he declared. “From an artistic standpoint it appeals to me greatly. I certainly will have to make a picture of it before I return to the United States. That is, of course, if it isn’t against the rules.” Lopez shrugged his shoulders. “I dare say there will be no objection to Señor Hawley making as many pictures as he desires--of the outside of El Torro,” he remarked. “Now, I wonder what the deuce he meant by that!” Hawley reflected, as the other walked away. “I’d give a lot to know whether that confounded spy suspects anything.”