She seemed to be much excited about something, and the moment she saw Dick she gave an exclamation of surprise and beckoned him to follow her up the stairs. Dick stood for a moment undecided. “This is awkward,” he thought. “Next wife I have shall speak English, sure; then I’ll know what I’m about.” But the lady continued to beckon, and there was nothing Dick could do but follow. He followed her to the door of her room; and there in the room, placidly smoking cigarettes, sat the lieutenant, Señor don Manuel de Comacho. “O Comacho, this is very reckless!” Dick exclaimed, stepping in and hastily closing the door. “Oh, no,” Comacho replied with a look of the most intense cunning in his face; “I fooled them nicely. I came in the back way.” Dick hardly knew whether to laugh or be angry. After all his trouble in the morning, all his well-laid plans, the Mexican had deliberately walked into the hotel and flattered himself for his shrewdness because he came in by the backdoor. “You are too brave,” Dick said, certain that the lieutenant could not appreciate the sarcasm; “you Mexicans do not seem to know what fear is. If your whole navy is officered by men like you, Comacho, it is invincible.” “A Mexican knows no fear, Sumner,” the lieutenant answered proudly; and as Dick made a mental picture of this particular Mexican sitting on the grating shedding seas of tears because he was in fear of being arrested, he found it necessary to step to the window to admire the scenery. Brave as he was, the lieutenant would not run the risk of going down the public room to dinner; he meekly held the baby, while Dick and the señora dined, and food was afterward sent up to him. By a quarter before nine in the evening Dick and his companions were in the railway station, Comacho still disguised in the big ulster and the steamer cap. The railroad is operated on the English plan, with compartment cars, each compartment large enough to hold eight persons, with a door on each side. The train stood beside a platform, with the station lights burning brightly on one side and nothing but intense darkness on the other. The party seated themselves in their compartment, and in three minutes more the train would have been under way and Comacho out of present danger, when they heard the tramp, tramp, tramp! of a squad of men marching down the platform. “I’m gone!” Comacho exclaimed; and instantly buried his face in his hands and began to weep. Before Dick could reply, the squad of six men, with an officer at their head, halted near the compartment door, and the officer stepped up to the door, and seeing a lady inside, removed his hat. He pressed a paper, an official-looking document, into Comacho’s hands, said something in Spanish, and politely stepped aside to give his prisoner an opportunity to speak to his wife. “Oh, I’m arrested! I’m arrested!” Comacho wailed; and he frantically wrung his hands, while great tears coursed down his cheeks.