"
"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."
"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.
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