streets of Vera Cruz!"

It was a prediction full of ghastly possibilities for Ensign
Dave Darrin!




CHAPTER XIII

"AFTER THE RASCAL!"


Seaman Rogers led the way briskly to the American consulate.

"The consul is engaged, sir, with the Jefe Politico," explained
a clerk at a desk in an outer office. "Will you wait, or have you
papers that can be left with me?"

"Thank you; I shall he obliged to wait," Dave decided, "since
I was instructed to hand the papers to the consul himself."

He took a chair at a vacant desk, picking up a late issue of a
New Orleans daily paper and scanning the front page.

Seaman Rogers strolled to the entrance, watching the passing crowds
of Mexicans.

"Is there any very late news from Tampico?" Darrin inquired, presently.