"You strock me wit' the water of the 'ose-carriage," repeated the
other. "You 'ave assault the dignity of my country."

"I didn't know who you were. I was helping to stop that fire when
you butted in. Now, are you going to let me out, or do you want my
people to pull this jail down around your ears?"

At this threat Senor Alfarez restrained his rage with an obvious
effort. "You will reply to those outrage, senor."

"Sure, I'll reply. But in the mean time I want to telephone to the
American consul. Look at this!" The young man held out his
shaking, swollen wrists, upon which the blood was scarcely dry.
"Look at it! Those runts of yours got handcuffs on me and then
beat me up. I'm sick. So's that boy. We need a doctor."

Alfarez shook his head. "You resis' the police. Even in your
country one mus' not do that. 'Ave I been there, I would keel you
both, but I am 'aving a cheel at the moment from those stream of
col' water."

"Will you take me to a telephone?"

"It is not permit."

"Will you notify Mr. Weeks?"

Receiving no reply to this request, Kirk broke out: "Well, then,
what ARE you going to do? Let us stay here all night?"