"
He ran his hand all over his automatic and found it in good
shape. Then he leaned back against the wall opposite the door and
waited. Ten minutes later the door was suddenly yanked open,
another figure was bundled into the closet and the door slammed
shut, almost before Donald could think.
CHAPTER XXVI.
A PLOT AGAINST FUNSTON.
A muttered imprecation was the only intimation that the figure
which had been so unceremoniously bundled into the closet was
alive.
"Who are you?" asked Donald in Spanish.
"Let me out of this," was the unsatisfactory response in English.
"Oh!" from Donald. "You are an American. Well, keep still and
I'll help you to get rid of the blanket."
He grabbed hold of the covering and the newcomer was soon
uncovered.
"Now, then, who are you?" asked Donald again.
"I'll show you who I am if I get hold of you," was the uncivil
answer, and an arm shot out.
"Now look here," said Donald, "if you don't stop that I'll let
daylight through you. We are in a bad box and the only thing to
do is to make the best of it."
"We?" exclaimed the newcomer. "Why do you say we?"
"Because I am a prisoner the same as you are. Now, who are you?"
"I'm Lieutenant Grimes of the general's staff.
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