But it was not until the next morning, the second of his
imprisonment, that the cell door opened once more, this time to
admit the portly figure of John Weeks and the spruce person of
Senor Ramon Alfarez.
"What's all this trouble about?" inquired the former in none too
amiable a tone.
Kirk told his story as briefly and convincingly as he could. But
when he had finished, the consul shook his head.
"I don't see what I can do for you," he said. "According to your
own declaration you resisted a police officer. You'll have to take
your medicine."
Alfarez nodded agreement. "Quite right!" said he. "He did terrible
'avoc with my men, t'ree of which is now on the 'ospital."
"But why don't they try me or let me get bail? I want to get out."
"You'll be tried as soon as they get around to it."
"Look here!" Kirk showed the marks his assailants had left upon
him. "Will you stand for that? I've been here two nights now
without medical attention." "How about that, Alfarez?"
The commandant shrugged his shoulders. "If he require a doctor,
one shall be secure', but he is not severely injure.' I 'ave
explain the frightful indignity to the honor of my person, yes? As
for me, pooh! It is forget." He waved his hand gracefully and
smiled sweetly upon his fat visitor.
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