are we going to tell when Captain Dynamite is safe, and in the
second place the affair has gone so far now that I do not think Serano
would be satisfied with simply that information. He is pretty well
convinced that in some way we are connected with the Cuban cause."

"Oh, gee, I wish I had never gone sailing."

"That's going back a long way to make a connection between cause and
effect, Bert," said Harry, who could not help smiling at his companion's
hopeless view of the situation.

They were silent again for a time. Not a sound broke the stillness of
the night save the regular steps of the sentinel below them. Some light
clouds scurried across the moon, shutting off for a time the flood of
silver light and throwing a gray shadow over the street.

"Look," said Harry, suddenly. "Didn't you see a man creeping along
there?"

"Where?" asked Bert, eagerly.

"In the deep shadow close in by the wall of that house."

"I can see no one," said Bert, after straining his eyes in an effort to
penetrate the darkness.

"Watch," whispered Harry. "I know I saw some one creeping along as if
he did not want to be seen."

"Even if you did, what does it signify?"

"Captain Dynamite would come that way," answered Harry, confidently.

Suddenly the clouds swept on and again the street was flooded with a
radiance that made the shadows cast by the walls of the houses as black
as the darkest night in contrast.

"Then did you see?" asked Harry, excitedly.

Bert nodded quickly in the affirmative.

As the moon flashed out they had both seen a man dart closer into the
protection of the deep shadow of the wall.

"There's another," whispered Bert, pointing out through the bars in his
eagerness, to a point about ten feet beyond where the first man had
appeared. "What if the guard should see them too?"

"The sentinels are on the same level and cannot see as well as we can up
here. I wonder who they are. See, there is another."

"Who can they be?"

"I'll bet you a dinner when we get home that Captain Dynamite is in
town."

"O, Hal, do you think we will ever get home?"

"I'm beginning to feel very sure of it. See, there are other men in the
distance and all are coming toward the jail."

The prison stood in a narrow plaza or square facing the main street.
Toward the dark shadow of a building that formed a corner of the square
the indistinct forms of the men seemed to be making their way. The boys
counted nearly a dozen, closely h