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"What does this mean?" demanded Dan, who understood what was said, even though I did not.

"What is up, Dan?" I queried.

"They want to arrest us as rebel sympathizers."

"Great Caesar's ghost! Why, we"

"We talked too much on the street. Don't you remember?"

By this time the four soldiers had advanced upon us until we were penned in one corner of the office.

In vain Harry Longley expostulated. The Spanish spy who had followed us would not listen and demanded our immediate arrest.

I must confess that the sudden turn of affairs confused me. I had yet to learn the real blessings of "free speech," as we understand it in the United States.

"You are in a pickle, truly," said the clerk. "I hope they can't prove anything against you."