"Yes; I want to get out, too. What does this treatment mean?"

The new-comer stepped toward the other occupant of the cell, at
which Allan broke out in terror: "Don't you touch me. I'm a
British object."

But it was evidently not the man's intention to offer any further
indignity to his prisoners at that time. After scanning the
Jamaican carefully, he issued an order to one of his men, who left
the room.

"And I'm an American," Anthony declared. "You'll have to answer
for this."

"Per'aps you don' know who I am. I am Ramon Alfarez, Comandante of
Police, an' you dare' to t'row the water of the 'ose-wagon upon my
person. Your gover'ment will settle for those insolt." His white
teeth showed in a furious snarl.

"I don't give a damn who you are. I'll get bail or do whatever
your law requires, but I want to get out and I want to get out
now."

The commandant's eyes flashed as he asked, shortly. "W'at is your
name?"

"Anthony. Your men tried to kill that boy, and when I wouldn't
stand for it they beat me up."