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Updated: June 11, 2025
The Atlamalcan Republic had its own methods and red tape ruled there as elsewhere. "I am sure that President Bambos could ask nothing more, and I shall take pleasure in repeating your gracious words to him." President Yozarro bowed, smiled, muttered "Gracias," and lit another cigarette.
I had no way of telling him different." "Why did you not tell me?" Looking straight in the eyes of the American, the Captain said: "I am an Atlamalcan!" "And the best of the lot! But, Captain, did you not fear I would carry out my threat of shooting you when you ran the boat aground?" "I expected you to try to do so, but I, too, should have done some shooting also."
When he came back, he held the door open and nodded to the visitor. Major Starland, hat in hand, passed within with brisk, military step, saluted and awaited the pleasure of the President of the Atlamalcan Republic. The latter was seated behind a large desk at the farther side of the room, smoking a cigarette and facing the visitor.
It was a striking proof of the shortness of the tropical twilight that although the flickering figure steadily drew nearer, it as steadily grew more indistinct. When his head and shoulders rose over the edge of the plateau, it was almost impossible to see his countenance, though no doubt remained that he was an Atlamalcan soldier.
"General Yozarro and his officers have returned!" called Martella; "the firemen are cramming the furnace with wood; they mean to pursue us!" Jack Starland and his sister looked behind them. The Atlamalcan had spoken the truth. The time seemed much too short for the party to have made the journey to the Castle and back.
Three of the crew had fought against Spain and would welcome a scrap with the Atlamalcan navy. But the American was restless. That night as he slept in the hammock which he had brought from his boat and swung in front of the native hut, he heard as in a dream, the puffing of the tug on its return to Atlamalco.
"I think you are right," replied the Captain; "the General and I have never loved each other, and even General Bambos would not object strongly if it is proposed to shoot me for aiding an Atlamalcan to desert from his navy." Martella said nothing, but no one understood the situation better than he. "I will head the boat for the southern shore, where you two can look out for yourselves."
"They are likely to be graver than you seem to think; it is your duty, first of all, to apologize " "Apologize to that scoundrel of a Yozarro! I'll see him hanged first!" "You will not deny that it is your honorable duty to restore the Atlamalcan navy to my excellent compatriot, General Yozarro."
"And all are heavily armed, some with pistols and some with swords; if they should come alongside, they could give us a pretty fight." Captain Guzman took it upon himself to say: "General Yozarro and Captain Sepulveda if he is there are the biggest cowards in the Atlamalcan army, but the others are fighters. I know three of them who are worse than tiger cats.
Through the hot pulsing of the tropical midnight, with its myriad throbbings of animal life, came the sound of husky coughing, steadily growing more distinct, until the two men seated on the outside of the native hut, on a fallen tree, smoking and listening, identified it as the voice of the Atlamalcan tugboat, named for its owner, General Yozarro.
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