Mexico.  There should have been American warships to act as deterrents; but through some inexplicable excess of delicacy, or strategy, or heaven knows what, the United States, when it gave its orders to take Vera Cruz, had very carefully withdrawn its warships from Tampico to the open Gulf a dozen miles away.  This order had come to Admiral Mayo by wireless from Washington, and thrice he had demanded the order to be repeated, ere, with tears in his eyes, he had turned his back on his countrymen and countrywomen and steamed to sea.

* * * * *

“Of all asinine things, to leave us in the lurch this way!” Habert was denouncing the powers that be of his country.  “Mayo’d never have done it.  Mark my words, he had to take program from Washington.  And here we are, and our dear ones scattered for fifty miles back up country....  Say, if I lose Billy Boy I’ll never dare go home to face the wife.—­Come on.  Let the three of us make a start.  We can throw the fear of God into any gang on the streets.”

“Come on over and take a squint,” Davies invited from where he stood, somewhat back from the window, looking down into the street.

It was gorged with rioters, all haranguing, cursing, crying out death, and urging one another to smash the doors, but each hanging back from the death he knew waited behind those doors for the first of the rush.

“We can’t break through a bunch like that, Habert,” was Davies’ comment.

“And if we die under their feet we’ll be of little use to Billy Boy or anybody else up the Panuco,” Wemple added.  “And if——­”

A new movement of the mob caused him to break off.  It was splitting before a slow and silent advance of a file of white-clad men.

“Bluejackets—­Mayo’s come back for us after all,” Habert muttered.

“Then we can get a navy launch,” Davies said.

The bedlam of the mob died away, and, in silence, the sailors reached the street door and knocked for admittance.  All three went down to open it, and to discover that the callers were not Americans but two German lieutenants and half a dozen German marines.  At sight of the Americans, the rage of the mob rose again, and was quelled by the grounding of the rifle butts of the marines.

“No, thank you,” the senior lieutenant, in passable English, declined the invitation to enter.  He unconcernedly kept his cigar alive at such times that the mob drowned his voice.  “We are on the way back to our ship.  Our commander conferred with the English and Dutch commanders; but they declined to cooperate, so our commander has undertaken the entire responsibility.  We have been the round of the hotels.  They are to hold their own until daybreak, when we’ll take them off.  We have given them rockets such as these.—­Take them.  If your house is entered, hold your own and send up a rocket from the roof.  We can be here in force, in forty-five minutes.  Steam is up in all our launches, launch crews and marines for shore duty are in the launches, and at the first rocket we shall start.”