"The launch was a big one--General Quesada was frightened when he saw it--he thought it was from the American government, sent to catch him. They would not listen to me. The _Juan Lopez_ slipped her cable and ran to sea as hard as she could." Grasping him by the shoulders, Devlin hoarsely demanded: "Could you tell if Goodwin was on board?" "I called to him in English. I told him his friends would find him. I thought I heard him try to holler something, but there was much noise, the engines, and the men giving orders. They yelled to me to keep away or they would shoot." "I guess we had better get busy and plan our campaign," said Devlin. "What will you do? Wake up the American minister in Panama? It is now a diplomatic matter. It is an international outrage. It is a Panama steamer that has stolen Goodwin, and General Quesada belongs to the republic." "Oh, shucks!" drawled the steam-shovel man. "Do you know what that means? Cabling to Washington and enough red tape in the State Department to choke a cow. And delay to drive you crazy. And what becomes of Goodwin in the meantime?" Rather chagrined to hear diplomacy dismissed so scornfully, Alfaro timidly ventured: "The civil administration of the Canal Zone?" Devlin hauled the young man into the street and hustled him in the direction of Ancon, as he confidently declared: "Your theories are too complicated, my son. Diplomacy has killed your speed. There is only one boss on the Isthmus, one man who can do things right on the jump without consulting anybody in the world. I'm going to put this up to the colonel." "To Colonel Gunther?" Alfaro was dum-founded. "Will he let you talk to him? Will he bother himself with this affair of ours?" "You bet he will. And let me tell you, a steam-shovel man with the high record for excavating in the Cut can go straight to the colonel on business a whole lot less important than this." "Can we see him to-night?" "No. There is no train to Culebra. But, lucky for us, to-morrow is Sunday, and he holds open court in his office, early in the morning. It is then that any man on the job with a kick, growl, or grievance can talk it over with the colonel. I will go to your hotel with you, Alfaro, and we will hop aboard the first train out. It will be only a few hours lost and that condemned old junk-heap of a _Juan Lopez_ will not be many miles on her way to San Salvador." Greatly comforted, the Colombian exclaimed with much feeling: "Next to the colonel, I think you are the biggest man on the Isthmus, Señor Devlin." "I can handle a steam-shovel with any of them, and I aim to stand by my friends," was the self-satisfied reply.