A Prisoner of Morro
by Upton Sinclair
CHAPTER II. A
CHAPTER III. AN
CHAPTER IV. IN
COMMAND OF THE
CHAPTER V. A
HAIL FROM THE
CHAPTER VII. A
CHAPTER VIII. A
DASH FOR THE
CHAPTER IX. THE
CHAPTER X. A
CHAPTER XI. A
CHAPTER XII. THE
CHAPTER XV. IN
CHAPTER XVI. IN
OUT OF THE
CHAPTER XIX. A
CHAPTER XX. AN
CUTTING A CABLE.
CHAPTER XXIII. A
CHAPTER XXV. “IN
THE NAME OF
HUMANITY AND THE
SAILORS OF THE
CHAPTER XXVI. A
GAME OF BLUFF.
IN WHICH CLIF
MEETS WITH A
CHAPTER XXX. THE
BATTLE IN THE
THE MYSTERY OF
CHAPTER I. SIGHTING A PRIZE.
About noon of a day in May during the recent year the converted tug
Uncas left Key West to join the blockading squadron off the northern
coast of Cuba.
Her commander was Lieutenant Raymond, and her junior officer Naval
Cadet Clifford Faraday. The regular junior officer was absent on sick
leave, and Cadet Faraday had been assigned to his place in recognition
of gallant conduct.
The ropes were cast off, and slowly the tug glided away from the
dock and out toward the open sea.
It was not very long before the harbor of Key West was left behind,
and then began the long trip to Havana. It was over a hundred miles,
and that meant seven or eight hours' journey for the Uncas.
But the Uncas was a good, stout vessel, unusually swift for a tug,
and she made the water fairly fly when once she got clear of the land.
Clif leaned against one of the rapid-firing guns in the bow and
gazed longingly ahead; he was anxious to reach his destination.
There were wild rumors concerning Spanish fleets, Cadiz squadrons
and Cape Verde squadrons and Mediterranean squadrons, which were
continually being sighted or heard of nearby; and for all Clif knew the
decisive battle of the war might be fought at any time.
And he felt that if it took place while he was absent he would never
cease to regret it as long as he lived. The Uncas could not do much in
such a battle; but she was anxious to do her share.
It was possible, also, that Morro might succeed in provoking an
attack. The guns of the Havana defenses kept blazing away at anything
that came near, and the American sailors were fairly boiling over with
impatience to get a whack at them.
And at any time Admiral Sampson might give the word.
So Clif was restless and impatient as he stood in the bow of the
swift tug and gazed southward.
It was a rather damp place of observation the cadet had chosen, for
it had been blowing quite a gale that day, and the Uncas was plowing
her way through a heavy sea.
The spray was flying over the decks; but who would have thought of
going below at such a time as that?
It was not Clif's turn on duty. Lieutenant Raymond seemed to think
that after his struggle on board the Spanish monitor the young cadet
deserved a rest. But he was too eager and wide awake just then to wish
to take it.
When the tug was well under way the lieutenant came out of the pilot
house and joined Clif again.
Thinking of the weather, Mr. Faraday? inquired Lieutenant Raymond.
No, sir, replied the cadet, I was thinking of Ignacio. I don't
know how he happened to get into my thoughts, but he did.
Who is Ignacio?
He's a Spaniard I've had some trouble with, answered Clif. You
may have heard about one of his exploits.
Which one is that?
He made an attempt to assassinate Rear Admiral Sampson.
Oh, yes, I heard about that, said the officer. The admiral told
me about it himself. I believe you were the person who interfered.
I had the good luck to be standing near, said Clif, modestly. And
of course, I sprang between them.
And the spy stabbed you?
Yes. In the shoulder, but he did not hurt me very much.
He must be a desperate man.
He is. That stabbing business seems to be a favorite trick of his.
I hope I shan't have to face him again.
Whether Ignacio was a Spaniard or a traitor Cuban, no one could say.
Clif had first met him trying to lead astray an American officer who
had been sent with dispatches for Gomez.
And Clif had foiled the plot, and had been Ignacio's deadly enemy
ever since. Clif had been keeping a careful watch for him. He knew that
the vindictive fellow would follow his every move; Ignacio was acting
as a spy for the Spaniards, and so must have found it easy to keep
track of the cadet's whereabouts. But so far Clif had not met him.
We are likely to have a wild night of it, said Lieutenant Raymond.
The clouds seem to get darker every minute.
It'll be a night for the blockade-runners, was Clif's answer. We
may have some excitement.
We'll have it anyway, said the other. I don't know of anything I
less rather do than weather a storm while in among the vessels of the
fleet. It will be necessary to stay on deck every instant of the time
keeping watch for our very lives.
I know how it is, the cadet added. I was on the Porter dining one
such night. And we captured a prize coming out of Havana after almost
running her down in the darkness.
I heard about it, said Lieutenant Raymond. You may repeat the
performance to-night if you have a chance. We aren't likely to meet
with anything till we get there.
As the lieutenant said that he turned and gazed ahead; the broad sea
stretched out on every side of them, without a sign of smoke or sail to
vary the monotony of its tossing waves.
But it always lends zest to a trip like this, the officer added,
to know that it's possible you may run across a stray Spaniard at any
moment. It pays to keep one's eyes open.
And then you have the pleasure of chasing two or three and finding
they're some other nation's ships, said Clif, with a laugh.
That's about all we've done so far, said the lieutenant. But
we're still hoping perhaps you'll bring us good luck.
I'll do my best, the cadet declared with a smile.
Better get ready for it by resting a bit. Your dinner's ready
Clif took the hint and went below. The boat was pitching so
violently that he found eating a very difficult operation, and it was
generally so unpleasant in the little cabin that he was glad to go on
And then later in the afternoon, at four o'clock, it came time for
him to go on duty. After that he had to remain outside whether he
wanted to or not.
The gale grew considerably stronger, and as the darkness came on it
got much chillier, but Clif still paced up and down the deck with the
glass in his hand watching for a sign of a passing vessel, or of the
approaching Cuban coast.
He was left almost alone on deck as the weather got rougher; for the
crew made themselves comfortable below, knowing what hard work lay
before them through the stormy night.
It was not the custom on the vessel to keep the whole watch on duty
except at night; and Clif had only the two sailors at the wheel and the
lookout in the bow for company.
But if he felt any jealousy of those who were below out of the cold,
he had the grim satisfaction of being able to disturb their comfort
before very long.
It was about half past four in the afternoon, and suddenly the
lookout turned and called to Clif.
The eager cadet knew what it meant. He seized the glass and hurried
He followed the direction of the man's finger.
I think I see smoke, sir, was what the sailor said.
And Clif took a long look and then turned, his face betraying his
An instant later his voice rang through the ship.
Steamer ahoyoff the starboard bow!
CHAPTER II. A LONG CHASE.
There was excitement on board of the Uncas the instant Clif's cry
was heard. The sailors came tumbling up on deck, Lieutenant Raymond
among the first.
He took the glass eagerly from the lad's hand and anxiously studied
the sky in the direction indicated.
It's too far west to be near Havana! he exclaimed.
And he stepped into the pilot house to direct the vessel in a new
direction. At the same time the smoke began to pour from the funnel,
showing that those down in the engine-room had heard Clif's hail.
And so in a few moments the Uncas was speeding away in the direction
of the stranger. And after that there was a long weary wait while the
two vessels gradually drew nearer.
All that could be made out then was the long line of smoke which
always indicates a distant steamer. But it took a sharp eye to make
even that out.
This will be a long chase, said the lieutenant. If she takes it
into her head to run we'll have a hard time to catch up to her before
Clif glanced significantly at the bow gun.
If we can only get within range, he thought to himself, we won't
have to wait to catch up to her.
The lieutenant was standing by the pilot house with the glass in his
hand, and every once in a while he would make an attempt to catch sight
of the stranger's smokestack.
It may be one of our own warships, he said, and if it is we don't
want to waste any coal chasing her.
But such was not the case, and it was only half an hour or so before
the lieutenant found it out. The Uncas rose as a high wave swept by;
and the officer, who had the glass to his eye, gave an eager
She's got one funnel, he exclaimed, and it's black, with a red
top; and so it's not an American warship.
And after that there was nothing now to be done except wait until
the two approached nearer.
It was evident from the gradual change of course the Uncas was
obliged to make that the vessel she was following was headed in a
That would take her toward the western end of Cuba, Clif thought
to himself. Perhaps she's sighted us and is running away.
She must have been a very shy vessel to have taken alarm at so great
a distance; but from the slowness with which she came into view that
seemed to be the case. And Clif paced the deck impatiently.
It was not very much longer before he went off duty again; but he
did not go below. For perhaps an hour he remained on deck watching the
It seemed an age, but Clif had his reward. The chase loomed
gradually nearer. The black and red smoke pipe came into view, and
then, when the Uncas rose, the top of the black hull as well.
And suddenly the lieutenant handed the glass to Clif.
You may see now, he said. She is a merchant steamer, and she
flies the Spanish flag.
Clif nearly dropped the glass at those startling words. The
lieutenant said them as calmly as if he were telling the time of day.
You don't seem very much excited, the cadet thought.
And yet the lieutenant's statement proved to be true. It was several
minutes before Clif got a favorable view; but he kept his eyes fixed on
the smoke and he finally caught a glimpse of the hull.
And sure enough there was the hated red and yellow ensign waving
defiantly from the stern; it was blown off to one side by the breeze,
and could be plainly seen.
Clif was fairly boiling over with excitement at that discovery.
We've got our prize! he chuckled. I brought the luck after all.
Lieutenant Raymond was not nearly so little moved as he chose to
pretend; he had announced his discovery in that careless way half in a
spirit of fun.
The news got round among the crew, and however the officer may have
felt, there was no indifference there.
The engines of the Uncas began to work even more rapidly, and
cartridges were hastily brought up for the rapid-firing guns. Nobody
meant to let that steamer get away.
She must have suspected her danger by that time, for the smoke grew
blacker. But the crew of the Uncas knew that there were few merchant
ships could beat that tug, and they rubbed their hands gleefully.
There is something very aggravating about a race like that. In a
rowing race you may break your back if you choose, trying to catch the
boat in front; and even in a sailing race you may do something. But
when it comes to steam you can only grit your teeth and walk up and
down and watch and try not to let anybody see how anxious you are.
In that way half an hour passed away, and mile after mile of the
By that time the hull of the vessel was plainly visible on the
horizon; and the Spanish flag was still waving from her stern.
Clif had been gazing every once in a while at the lieutenant with an
inquiring look upon his face, but the officer had only shaken his head.
Not yet, he said. Wait a little.
And Clif would then take another stroll across the deck.
But at last his inquiring look brought another answer.
Go ahead, said the lieutenant.
And the cadet made a leap at the gun.
It was already loaded, and he sighted it himself. He was no longer
nervous and hurried; it was at least a minute before he rose.
And then at his signal the sailor pulled the firing trigger.
There was a flash and a loud report, and every one looked anxiously
to see the effect.
Lieutenant Raymond, who had the glass, was the only one who could
tell; for the sea was so wild that the slight splash could not be
The shot of course fell short, for the vessel was still out of
range; but it hit right in line, and the officer nodded approvingly.
Now we'll wait, he said. She may give up.
But she didn't; so far as those on the Uncas could tell the shot had
no effect whatever. The vessel kept straight on in her course.
She's counting on the darkness coming, said the lieutenant.
But that was not the only reason why the Spaniard did not give up;
those upon the Uncas discovered another shortly afterward.
The Cuban coast, exclaimed the officer.
Yes, the long, faint line of the shore was at last visible just on
the horizon's edge. It lay to the southward, directly ahead.
What good will that do her? asked Clif.
If she finds she can't get away, answered the other, she may make
a run for one of the ports or try to get under the shelter of the
For a while after that nothing more was said, and the tug plowed its
way through the tossing water. When the lieutenant spoke again it was
to point to the gun.
Try it again, he said.
And Clif did try it. The two ships were then not over three or four
miles apart, and when the cadet fired again he heard the lieutenant
give a pleased exclamation.
They're within range!
And then Clif got to work with all his might.
Had he had a calm sea he could have raked that vessel without
missing a shot. He had only to experiment and get the aim just right
and then leave the gun to stay in that one position while he blazed
But the Uncas in climbing over the waves was now up and now down, so
that sometimes the shots fell short and sometimes they went high.
But every once in a while he had the satisfaction of hearing that he
had landed one.
After that the chase was a lively one, for the Uncas kept blazing
away merrily. The people on board that fleeing vessel must have had a
very large time of it that afternoon.
It was just what Clif Faraday liked; he was beginning to be quite an
expert in target practice, and he was willing to experiment with that
ship just as long as the ammunition held out.
But his opportunity did not last very long, for the land in front
was neared very rapidly, and after that there was less fun and more
The stranger headed round gradually to the west. She evidently had
no idea of being driven toward Havana.
The Uncas swerved more sharply, in order to head her off. Lieutenant
Raymond was in the pilot house, and Clif soon saw by the way he managed
things that he was an expert in all the tricks of dodging.
And those who were handling the merchant ship saw it, too; they
would have been soon headed off. So they turned in another direction
quite sharply, making straight in toward shore again.
Under ordinary circumstances with the short range that he had by
that time, Clif could have riddled the vessel in short order; but
aiming in that sea was so far a matter of luck that comparatively
little damage could be done.
No one knew what the enemy's last move could mean.
But we can go in any water that's deep enough for them, thought
Clif, grimly, as he blazed away.
And so thought the lieutenant, too, for he was soon racing in. For
perhaps ten minutes pursuer and pursued kept straight on, the firing
never ceasing for a moment.
Perhaps she may run on shore on purpose, said the lieutenant,
coming out of the pilot house for a moment.
On purpose? echoed Clif.
Yes; so that we can't get the cargo.
But she'll be beaten to pieces on the rocks, Clif objected.
They may chance it anyhow; you see they aren't more than a mile or
two from the shore now, and they're running in still.
If that's the trick they try, Clif thought to himself, we can
stay out and pepper her to our heart's contentand help the waves to
But the Spaniard had a far better plan than that, as her pursuers
learned some time later.
Clif studied the coast in front of them, as well as he could see
without a glass; there was simply a long line of sandy shore without a
bay or an inlet of any kind. And there were no towns or batteries
I don't see what she can be hoping for there, he muttered.
But he had no time to speculate in the matter, for it was his
business to keep firing. By that time the range was short and he was
beginning to do damage.
It took an expert to fire at the instant when the tossing ship was
level, but Clif had time to practice, and he soon got the knack of it.
And then it must have been exceedingly unpleasant living on that
ship. One after another the heavy six-pound shots crashed through her
stern; and even at that distance it began to exhibit a ragged
The cadet expected at any moment to reach the engines or the rudder
of the fleeing ship, and so render her helpless. But probably her cargo
served to protect the former, and the rudder was very hard to hit.
She must have something important in view to stand all this, Clif
thought to himself. But I can't see what it is.
The chase at that time was a very exciting one. The Spanish
merchantman was dashing in shore at the top of his speed. And a mile or
two beyond it was the Uncas tearing up the water, plunging along at her
fastest pace and banging away half a dozen times a minute with her bow
Lieutenant Raymond's eyes were dancing then; he had taken the wheel
himself and was hard at work. And as for Clif, he was so busily engaged
that he seemed to see nothing except the high stern of that runaway.
But she's a fool, he growled to himself. She'll be so torn to
pieces she won't be worth capturing. I wish I could kill the captain.
But the captain of that vessel knew his business, as those on the
Uncas found later on. He was a Spaniard, and simply gifted with Spanish
He had no idea of running his ship aground; but he knew that coast
perfectly, and he used his knowledge.
When he neared the land the tug was still some distance astern. As
that did not suit the Spaniard's purposes, he very calmly slowed up.
And that in spite of the fact that the tug was so close that the
rapid-firing gun was hitting him every other shot!
That the vessel had slowed up, Lieutenant Raymond of course could
not tell. But he wouldn't have cared anyhow, for he had made up his
mind to go in there no matter what was there, torpedoes or the very Old
And he went; for perhaps five minutes more the Uncas dashed in at
full speed, and the merchantman still never swerved.
They're within a quarter of a mile of the shore! gasped Clif.
He turned to his third box of cartridges with a grim smile on his
face. For he knew that something must happen soon.
It did, toovery soon.
It began when the merchantman suddenly swung round to starboard.
Aha! chuckled the cadet. They're as close in as they dare. And
now I suppose they'll run down shore awhile.
Lieutenant Raymond was much puzzled to think why the vessel had
risked going so close in that storm; but he wasted no time in
speculating, but drove the wheel around with all his might.
The Uncas swerved and sped over to shut the merchantman off; at that
same instant the reason of the whole thing was seen.
The Uncas was not a mile from shore, and as she turned her broadside
to the land a masked battery in the sand let drive with a dozen guns at
The whole thing was so sudden that for a moment it quite frightened
the Americans. Clif even stopped firing long enough to stare.
But the sudden alarm did not last very long; it left the men on the
Uncas laughing. For they had quite forgotten the character of the
Spanish gunners' aim.
A shot tore through the tug's funnel, another chipped a piece from
her bow, half a dozen shells whistled over her. And that was all.
Clif turned calmly to his gun again.
If that's the best they can do, he thought, they're welcome.
But that was not the best.
It wasn't that the batteries were aimed better next time. They were
aimed far worse in their eager haste. They did not even touch the
But an instant later something happened that showed that the captain
of the Spanish merchantman had one more string to his bow.
He not only knew the location of the batteries, but he knew the
location of the sand bars. While his own vessel sped on in safety, on
board the Uncas there suddenly came a grinding thud, and an instant
later the tug stopped short, so short it almost sent Clif flying over
the top of the gun he was working.
And at the same time a shout was heard from Lieutenant Raymond, one
that made the sailors' hearts leap up into their throats: We're
aground! We're aground!
And in front of a Spanish battery!
CHAPTER III. AN OLD ENEMY.
It would be hard to imagine a vessel in a much greater predicament
than the Uncas was at that moment. Everything was in confusion in an
That is everything except one thing. Lieutenant Raymond was too busy
to notice the coolness of one person on board; but he remembered it
afterward, and with satisfaction.
It was Clif Faraday; he picked himself up from the deck where he had
been flung and took one glance about him. Then he turned to the guns.
Whatever the position of the tug his duty just then remained the
same. He could not free her, and so he did not waste any time rushing
about. There was that Spanish merchantman calmly walking off to safety.
And there was a gleam of vengeance in the cadet's eye as he went to
the gun again.
Those on board of the fleeing vessel had seen the success of their
clever plan and they gave a wild cheer. It was answered from the shore
The steamer turned at once and headed out to sea; that put her
broadside to the Uncas, and instantly the six-pounder blazed away.
That was the time to do the work, too. The vessel was quite near,
and a fair mark. The Uncas was now steady, too, Clif thought grimly to
One of the sailors saw what he was doing, and sprang to aid him.
They banged away as fast as they could load.
At the same time the Spanish batteries opened. They had a fair mark,
likewise, and plenty of time to aim. It was a race to see who could
smash up their prey the quickest.
Clif would certainly have disabled the fleeing vessel if it had not
been for an unfortunate accident. What the accident was may be told in
a few words. It spoiled his chance.
He turned away to get more cartridges. And at that instant a shell
struck the six-pounder gun.
It was a miracle that Clif was not hit; his uniform was torn in
three places and his cap knocked off. The sailor next to him got a
nasty wound in the arm, made by a flying fragment.
And that of course made the merchantman safeshe steamed off in
It was bad for the tug, too, for it showed the batteries were
getting the range.
The plight of the Uncas was a desperate one. She was being tossed
about by a raging sea and cut up by the fire from the guns. Whether she
had struck on rocks or sand or mud no one had any means of telling.
But her engines were reversed the instant the accident occurred. And
a hasty examination of the hold showed that whatever the danger was
there was no leak.
But that seemed cold comfort, for at the rate the heavy batteries
were blazing away there was likely to be a number of leaks in a very
short while. And even a steel tug will not hold together long with a
sea pounding over her like this one was.
Yet as it actually happened, that sea was the only thing that got
the vessel out of her unfortunate predicament.
They were a great deal luckier than they would have dared to hope to
be. For when they realized they were aground there was not a man on
board who did not think his last hour was at hand.
But as it actually happened, the sand bar upon which the tug had
driven lay some distance beneath the surface. And it had caught the
vessel by the keel.
The engines throbbed wildly, doing their noblest to pull the vessel
off; and then one after another came the great waves, tossing her this
way and that, wrenching and twisting, lifting and lifting again, while
every one on deck clung for his life.
There was a minute or two of agonizing suspense, while the shore
batteries kept up a galling fire and the merchantman steamed out to
sea, proud of her triumph.
And then suddenly came a wild cheer from the imperiled Americans.
Then men fairly shrieked in a transport of delight.
She's moving! She's started! She's safe!
And the men fairly hugged each other for joy. Slowly, then faster,
then faster still, and finally at full speed backward. The gallant tug
had torn herself loose from the grip of the sandand was free!
The baffled Spanish batteries redoubled their fire at that. One
could almost imagine the gunners grinding their teeth with rage as they
saw their prey escaping.
But grinding their teeth did not seem to sharpen their eyes. Their
aim was as bad as ever, and the Uncas seemed like the proverbial man in
the rainstorm who keeps dry by dodging the drops.
The confusion on board of the escaped vessel may be imagined. How
that triumphant captain must have sworn Spanish oaths.
It was a ticklish task that Lieutenant Raymond had before him then.
He knew there were sand bars about. But he did not know where they
were. And the task was to avoid them.
He did it by creeping along very slowly, in absolute indifference to
the galling fire from the shore guns. He knew that there must be a
channel, for he and the Spaniard had come in by it.
He had only a vague idea where it was. But the Uncas stopped and
then crept slowly forward, heading north.
And after five minutes of torment they knew that they were safe.
They were far enough from shore to start up again and get away from
those Spanish guns. The gallant tug was quite battered by that time,
but nobody cared for that in the wild rejoicing that prevailed.
The vessel swung around to port.
And now for that prize! muttered the lieutenant.
And he went for her, too, full speed ahead. He was mad now.
The vessel had gotten a start of about two miles. She had apparently
exhausted her resources in the neighborhood of Cuba, for she was
heading north, out to sea again.
And so it's only a question of time, chuckled Clif. We've got
And so they had. The Spaniards must have realized it, too.
Mr. Faraday, said the lieutenant, try a shot from the starboard
The shot was fired; and it did the work.
The merchantman had evidently had enough, and saw that there was no
For in full view of the shore batteries she swung round and came
slowly to a halt, a signal that she surrendered. It made the Americans
give another cheer, and it must have made the Spaniards on shore fairly
For they began banging away, even at that distance, though they
couldn't come anywhere near the tug.
As for the Americans, they sighed with relief. They had worked hard
for that victory. And they felt that they had earned it. The race was
over then, and they were happy.
Clif was so wearied by his heroic labor at that gun (he must have
lifted and rammed some two hundred six-pounder cartridges) that he sat
down on the wreck of the machine to wait until the two vessels drew
And the lieutenant gave up the wheel to one of the men and came out
to look his capture over at leisure.
She was a fairly large vessel and seemed to have a big carrying
capacity. What she was loaded with no one could guess, but at any rate
she was a big prize for a small crew like that of the Uncas.
I think I'll retire from business after to-day, Clif heard the old
That personage had had one arm badly damaged in the struggle that
had taken place in the morning with the Spanish gunboat; but he seemed
to have forgotten his wounds in the general excitement.
The little tug steamed up boldly toward her big prize, which lay
idly tossing on the waves. One could see her officers and crew standing
on deck watching the approach.
I'll bet they feel happy! Clif muttered to himself.
The lieutenant loaned him the glass. Then he could see the faces of
There was one of them he might have recognized had he been careful;
but he did not recognize it, and so he failed to save himself some
mighty unpleasant adventures indeed.
They were all typical Spanish faces, dark and sullen; but there was
one there even darker and more sullen than the rest.
And the owner of that countenance had a glass in his hand and was
staring at those on the tug. Though the cadet did not know it, that man
was at that instant watching him.
And there was an expression of furious hate on his face as he
Lieutenant Raymond expected no further trouble; but he took no
chances. Men were stationed at the three remaining six-pounders, and
the rest of the crew was armed.
In silence the Uncas steamed up to within a hundred yards of her
prize. And then came the signal to stop engines.
It was the time for a boarding party. Clif, as junior officer, knew
that that was his duty, and without a word he proceeded to get the
small boat off.
It was quite a task in that heavy sea, but the eager sailors worked
with a will, and though nearly swamped twice, managed to get clear of
And Clif was seated in the stern, heading for the big merchantman.
Keep your eyes open, he heard the lieutenant shout. They may make
And Clif nodded and the boat shot away. They wouldn't catch him
napping on board that Spanish vesselnot much!
But they come perilously near it all the same.
It was a rough trip in that tossing rowboat. It seemed to sink and
then fairly bound up on the next wave, its bow went down and its stern
shot up. It did everything except turn over, while the spray fairly
flew over it.
But the sturdy sailors worked with a will, and the distance was not
very great. In a short time the little craft shot round in the lee of
A ladder there! shouted Clif.
And in a few moments the rope ladder came tumbling down. It seemed
to come with bad grace though, as if it knew its owners didn't want to
The rowboat was backed near and Clif, with a sudden spring, caught
the ladder and leaped clear of the waves.
Before he went up he turned to the sailors.
Two of you follow me, he commanded.
He climbed quickly up the ladder and stepped out on the deck, gazing
about him eagerly.
He saw about a dozen dark-faced Spaniards gathered together and
glaring at him; one of them, wearing the uniform of the captain,
stepped forward toward him.
He was a surly, ill-looking man, with a heavy dark mustache. He
bowed stiffly to the cadet.
The senor takes possession, he said, in a low voice.
Clif was so busy watching this man that he did not look around the
vessel. But we must do so.
We must glance for one instant at the capstan, which was just behind
where the jaunty young cadet was standing. There was an interesting
person near the capstan.
Clif did not see him; and neither did the sailors, nor even the
Spaniards on the vessel. For he was crouching behind the capstan, out
He was a small man, dark and swarthy. He was the same one we noticed
glaring at Clif; he had recognized him, and realized in a flash that
the issue between them was deathdeath for one or else death for the
For Clif knew the man, and would secure him the instant he saw him;
his crimes were manytreason and attempted assassination the worst.
For the man was Ignacio!
And his dark, beady eyes were glittering with hatred as he crouched
in his momentary hiding-place. He was quivering all over with rage; the
muscles of his sinewy arms were clinched and tense.
And in his right hand he clutched a sharp, gleaming knife, half
hidden under his coat.
His glance was fixed on the figure just in front of him; the
unsuspecting cadet was not twenty yards away, his back turned to his
And Ignacio bent forward to listen and wait his chance.
The cadet, the object of his hatred, was talking to the captain.
The senor takes possession, the latter repeated again.
The senor does, with your permission, said Clif, quietly.
You gave us quite a run, he added, after a moment's thought.
A Spaniard would not surrender to Yankee pigs without a fight,
snarled the other.
You had best be a bit careful, was Clif's stern response, or you
may find yourself in irons.
The Spaniard relapsed into a sullen silence.
What ship is this? demanded the cadet.
Indeed! And bound where?
Clif gave a low whistle.
We caught you about in time, he said, with a smile. You were
nearly there. But I suppose the story is made up for the occasion. What
is your cargo?
The captain went over quite a list of articles; the sailors who were
with Clif chuckled with delight as they heard him.
We get a share in all this, Clif heard one of them whisper under
Clif smiled; and as soon as the captain finished he raised his arm
and pointed to the stern of the vessel.
You and your men will go aft, he commanded, for the present; I
will see you shortly.
The Spaniard was on the point of obeying; he had half turned, when
suddenly with a single bound the treacherous Ignacio sprang forward.
His keen knife glanced in the air as he raised it in his
outstretched arm and leaped upon the unsuspecting cadet.
Ignacio was clever at that sort of thing. He had tried it before;
his spring had been silent as a cat's. Neither the sailors nor the
officer heard him. And the blow might have fallen; Clif's only warning
of his deadly peril.
But unfortunately for the desperate assassin, he had failed to let
the captain of that vessel know what he meant to do. And the captain,
as he saw him leap, realized in a flash that would mean an instant
hanging for him.
And a look of horror swept over his face; Clif saw it and whirled
He was just in time to find himself face to face with his deadliest
enemy; and the knife was hissing through the air.
CHAPTER IV. IN COMMAND OF THE PRIZE.
It was a moment of horrible peril. Clif's blood fairly froze. But
quick as a flash his arm shot up.
And he caught the descending wrist; for an instant the two glared
into each other's eyes, straining and twisting. And then the two
sailors of the Uncas leaped forward and seized the baffled Spaniard.
And almost in the twinkling of an eye-lid, Clif Faraday was saved.
He could hardly realize what had happened, and he staggered back
against the railing of the vessel and gasped for breath.
But that was only for a moment, too; and then the blood surged back
to his cheeks and the cadet was himself once more.
He stepped forward, a calm smile playing about his mouth.
Bind that man, he said to the sailors.
The two men were grasping the sinewy Cuban and holding him so tight
that he could not move. They almost crushed his wrists, and he dropped
the knife with a hoarse cry of pain.
And Clif picked it up and glanced at it for a moment, then flung it
far out into the sea.
After that he turned to Ignacio.
You have met me once more, my friend, he said, and this time you
will not get away.
And that was all the conversation he had with him. Glancing about
the deck he picked up a piece of rope and stepped toward the prisoner.
He did not strike the fellow, as the Spaniards seemed to think he
would. But the sailors flung him to the deck and Clif carefully bound
his feet together. Then, while he fairly fumed with rage and hatred,
his hands were made fast and he was left lying there, shrieking curses
in his native Spanish.
Clif turned to the captain of the vessel; the man was frightened
nearly to death, and began protesting volubly.
I did not know it, senor! he cried. Indeed, I did not know it!
Santa Maria! I
I don't suppose you did, said Clif, calmly. You did not act like
it. But you will have to suffer for it.
Suffer for it! Madre di dios, no, senor! What does the senor mean?
Surely he will not hang me for
The senor will not hang you, said Clif, unable to help smiling at
the blustering fellow's terror.
Then what will the senor do?
He will tie you like Ignacio.
The man was evidently relieved, but he protested volubly. He did not
want to be tied.
Is it customary? he cried.
No, said Clif; neither is it customary to try to assassinate an
officer. After that I think common prudence requires it.
But, cried the man, angrily. I will not submit! Por dios, I will
You will either submit or be made to, said Clif, or else sink to
And so the man had to give up. Those two delighted tars went the
rounds and tied every single man on that vessel hand and foot. And they
tied them tight, too, occasionally giving them a dig in the ribs for
And when they came to search them Clif was glad he had done as he
did, for quite a respectable heap of knives and revolvers were removed
from the clothes of those angry Spaniards.
But it did not take long to tie them up, and then Clif felt safe. He
took a few extra hitches in the treacherous Ignacio, who was by far the
most valuable prize of them all.
Admiral Sampson will be glad to get you, the cadet thought to
And then he turned to examine the captured vessel.
His sword in his hand, he went down the forward companionway, where
he met a group of frightened firemen and stokers huddled below. They
seemed to think the Yankee pigs were going to murder them on the spot.
But Clif had another use for them. Being able to speak Spanish, he
found it easy to reassure them in a few words, and sent them down to
their work again.
Then he descended into the hold; he was worried lest the continuous
firing he had directed upon the vessel had made her unseaworthy. But
apparently the holes were all well above the water line, for there did
not seem to be any leak.
And that was all there was to be done. Clif knew that he had the
task before him of piloting that vessel into Key West; he was not
willing to let that ugly-looking Spanish captain have anything to do
with the matter.
Clif had fancied he would rather enjoy that duty but under the
circumstances of the present case he was not so much pleased.
For the darkness was gathering then and the cadet knew that he had a
long hard night before him; it would be necessary for him to remain on
the vessel's bridge all through the stormy trip.
And, moreover, it would take him away from Havana, the place of all
places he was then anxious to reach.
But the duty had to be faced, and so Clif sent one of the sailors
back to the Uncas to report the state of affairs and ask for a prize
crew. It seemed scarcely orthodox to send the small boat away without
an officer to command it, but that, too, was inevitable.
The boat arrived safely, however, and returned with three more men,
all the little tug dared spare. Lieutenant Raymond sent word to report
at Key West with the prize, but to steam slowly so as not to come
anywhere near the shore before daylight.
Lieutenant Raymond was evidently a little worried about intrusting
that big vessel to an inexperienced officer like Clif, and Clif was not
so very cock sure himself. No one knew just where they were, and in the
storm and darkness reaching Key West harbor would be task enough for an
The cadet realized the enormous responsibility thus thrown upon him,
and he made up his mind that eternal vigilance should be the watchword.
If staying awake all night'll do any good, he muttered, I'll do
And then the small boat dashed away to the Uncas again, and Clif was
left alone. He stepped into the pilot house of the steamer and signaled
for half speed ahead.
The vessel began to glide slowly forward again, heading north; the
tug steamed away in the direction of Havana.
CHAPTER V. A HAIL FROM THE DARKNESS.
The four sailors who were with Clif fully realized the task which
was before them.
It was then about dusk, and the night was coming on rapidly. Two of
the men were stationed as lookouts, and the other two took the wheel.
Clif set to work to try to calculate as best he could how far and in
what direction he was from Key West; he wished to take no chances of
running ashore or getting lost.
Those, and the possibility of collision, seemed the only dangers
that had to be guarded against; the possibility of meeting a Spanish
vessel was not considered, for the chance seemed very remote.
The two lookouts were both stationed in the bow. That fact and the
other just mentioned sufficed to account for the fact that the real
danger that threatened the crew of the merchantman was not thought of
or guarded against in the least.
For Clif had no way of knowing that any trouble was to come from
behind him; but coming it was, and in a hurry.
Within the shelter of a narrow inlet just to one side of the
batteries that had made so much trouble for the Uncas had lain hidden
and unsuspected an object that was destined to play an important part
in the rest of the present story.
It was a Spanish gunboat, of much the same kind as the Uncas, only
smaller. Hidden by the land, her officers had eagerly watched the
struggle we have just seen.
The Spanish vessel had not ventured out to take part, for one
important reason; she had not steam up. But she would probably not have
done so anyhow, for the Uncas was the stronger of the two.
And so venturing out would have been little better than suicide. The
Spanish captain had a plan that put that one far in the shade.
The Uncas was still visible down the shore, and the merchantman had
hardly gotten well started out to sea before great volumes of black
smoke began to pour from the furnaces of the Spaniard.
Her men worked like fiends; sailors pitched in to help the firemen
handle coal, while the shores of the dark little inlet flared brightly
with the gleam of the furnaces.
Meanwhile the officers with their glasses were feverishly watching
the distant steamer, now hull down to the north, and almost invisible
in the darkness.
It was about half an hour later, perhaps even less, that that
Spanish gunboat weighed her anchor and stole silently out to the open
She breasted the fierce waves at the entrance to the inlet boldly. A
minute later she was plowing her way through the storming sea. It was
dark then and she could see nothing; but her captain had the course to
a hair's breadth.
He knew which way his prey was gone, and he knew to what port she
was going. He knew, too, that she would not dare go near the harbor of
Key West until daylight. And so if by any chance he missed her in the
darkness he would still have another opportunity.
And those on the shore who saw the vessel glide away chuckled
gleefully to themselves. It was something to look forward to, a chance
to revenge themselves upon the impudent Yankees who had dared to elude
the fire from their guns.
Meanwhile the Yankees, totally unsuspicious of this last move, were
buffeting their way bravely ahead.
The lookouts clinging to the railing in the bow were peering
anxiously ahead in the darkness, and the sailors in the pilot house
were wrestling with the wheel; it was quite a task to keep that vessel
headed straight, for she was going into the very teeth of the gale.
And as for Clif, he was watchfulness personified. When he was not
eyeing the compass carefully he was hurrying about the vessel, now down
in the fire-rooms, making sure that those Spaniards were doing as they
were ordered, and again looking the prisoners over to make sure that
the sly rascals had not wriggled themselves free.
It would be a fine thing to do, he thought to himself, if they
managed to recapture the ship.
There was something quite prophetic in that thought.
It is hard to keep awake all night, but a man can do it if he has to
even though he has been working like a Trojan all day.
Clif kept moving to work off the sleepiness whenever he felt it
I'll have time enough to sleep by and by, he muttered.
He was thinking, grimly enough, of how he would be stalled in the
town of Key West with his prize, waiting for a chance to get out to the
The vessel did not attempt to make more than half speed during the
trip, and that, against the storm, was very little.
But there was no need to hurry thought every one.
And so for some two hours the vessel crept on, wearily as it seemed
and monotonously. The only thing to vary matters was when some extra
high wave would fling itself over the bow in a shower of spray.
But that was not a welcome incident, for it made it harder for the
weary sailors to keep the course straight.
The cadet paced up and down the deck; he had been doing that for
perhaps the last half hour, stopping only to say a cheery word to the
lookouts and once to prop up Ignacio, who was being rolled
unceremoniously about the deck.
The cunning Spaniard looked so bedraggled and miserable that Clif
would have felt sorry for him if he had not known what a villain he
He'd stab me again if he got a chance, he mused.
For Clif had saved that fellow's life once; but it had not made the
least difference in his vindictive hatred.
I'm afraid, Clif muttered, that Ignacio will have to suffer this
The Spaniard must have heard him, for he muttered an oath under his
It would be wiser if it was a prayer, said the cadet. Ignacio,
you are near the end of your rope, and you may as well prepare for your
The man fairly trembled all over with rage as he glared at his
enemy; such rage as his was Clif was not used to, and he watched the
man with a feeling of horror.
I don't like Spaniards! was the abrupt exclamation, with which he
And Ignacio gritted his teeth and simply glared at him, following
back and forth his every move, as a cat might.
I may have a chance yet, he hissed, under his breath. Carramba,
if I only had him by the throat!
But Clif paid no more attention to the Spaniard. He had other things
to attend to, things to keep him busy.
It was not very long before that was especially true. For some
interesting events began to happen then.
They began so suddenly that there is almost no way to introduce
them. The first signs of the storm was when it broke.
In the blackness of the night nothing could be seen, and the vessel
was struggling along absolutely without suspicion. And Clif, as we have
said, was walking up and down engrossed in his own thoughts, almost
forgetting that he was out in the open sea where a Spanish warship
might chance to be lurking.
And so it was literally and actually a thunderbolt from a clear sky.
The blackness of the waters was suddenly broken by a sharp flash of
light, perhaps two hundred yards off to starboard.
And an instant later came the loud report of a gun.
The consternation of the Americans it would be hard to imagine. They
were simply aghast, and Clif stood fairly rooted to the deck.
His mind was in a tumult, but he strove to think what that startling
interruption could mean.
They must have fired at us! he gasped.
And if there was any doubt of that an instant later came a second
To a merchantship in war time such a signal is peremptory. It means
slow up or else take the consequences.
There were two possibilities that presented themselves to the
commander of this particular merchantship. One was that he had met an
And the other! It was far less probable, but it was possible, and
terrible. They might have fallen into the hands of the enemy.
But whatever was the case, there was nothing for Clif to do but obey
the signals. He could not run and he could not fight.
If I only knew, he thought, anxiously.
And then suddenly he learned; for a faint voice was borne over to
him through the gale. It was a voice that spoke English!
Ahoy there! it rang.
And Clif roared back with all his might!
Ahoy! What ship is that?
And his heart gave a throb of joy when he heard:
The United States cruiser Nashville. Who are you?
The Spanish merchantman Maria, in charge of a prize crew from the
Whether all that was heard in the roar of the storm Clif could not
tell; but he put all the power of his lungs in it.
He knew that the story would be investigated.
And so he was quite prepared when he heard the response:
Lay to and wait for a boarding party.
And quick as he could move Clif sprang to the pilot house, and
signaled to stop, and the vessel swung round toward the stranger.
The die was cast, for good or evil. They had given up!
For perhaps five minutes there was an anxious silence upon the
vessel. Every one was waiting anxiously, while the ship rolled in the
trough of the sea and shook with the crashes of the waves. Her small
crew were picturing in their minds what was taking place out there in
the darkness, their comrades struggling to get a small boat out in that
And then they fancied them buffeting their way across, blinded by
the spray and half swamped by the heavier waves.
They can't be much longer, muttered Clif, impatiently.
Ahoy there! A ladder!
It seemed to come from right underneath the lee of the merchantman.
And it was shouted in a loud, peremptory tone that was meant to be
obeyed. A moment later the rope ladder was flung down. Clif peered over
the side when he dropped it.
He could make out the shape of the boat tossing about below; he
could even distinguish the figures of the men in the boat.
And then he made out a man climbing hastily up.
He stepped back to wait for him. He saw a blue uniform as the
officer clambered up to the deck.
And then suddenly he stood erect, facing Clif.
The cadet took one glance at him and gave a gasp of horror.
It was a Spanish officer!
And he held in one hand a revolver and was aiming it straight at
CHAPTER VI. REPELLING BOARDERS.
That had been a cleverly managed stroke, and it left the young
officer simply paralyzed. All he could do was to stare into the muzzle
of that weapon.
He realized of course in a flash how he had been duped. And he was
in a trap!
Half dazed he looked and saw a Spanish sailor in the act of lifting
himself up to the deck to join his superior. And Clif had no doubt
there were half a dozen others following.
There was of course nothing that Clif could do; a movement on his
part would have been sheer suicide.
He thought the case was hopeless; he had let himself be caught
But the cadet had forgotten that there were other Americans on that
vessel besides himself. And there were no revolvers threatening the
The rage of the Yankee tars at what seemed to them a cowardly and
sneaking way to capture the ship was too great for them to control.
Prudence would have directed surrender, for the Maria had not a gun on
board and the Spaniard might blow her out of the water.
But nobody thought of that; the same instant the Spanish officer
presented his weapon and disclosed his real nationality, there were two
sharp cracks in instant succession from the bow of the imperiled ship.
And the officer staggered back with a gasp. He dropped his weapon to
the deck, reeled for an instant and then vanished over the side in the
There was a moment of horror, and then Clif heard him strike with a
thud on the small boat below.
At the same time there was a bright flash just in front of Clif, and
a bullet whistled past his ear.
The Spanish sailor, who had only half reached the deck, had fired at
By that time there was no longer any hesitation as to what course to
pursue. The sailors had decided it by their fatal shots. It was
resistance to the death.
And Clif whipped out his own weapons and sent the sailor tumbling
backward to follow his officer.
Then he drew his sword and with two slashing strokes severed the
ladder. From the yells and confusion that followed there must have been
quite a number clinging to the rope.
But where they were or what their fate was nobody had any time to
learn. Everything was moving like lightning on the merchantman.
Clif leaped into the pilot house and signaled full speed. There was
no further need of lookouts and so the two sailors rushed down into the
engine-room to see that the order was obeyed.
The big vessel started slowly forward. The cadet sprang to the
wheel, his mind in a wild tumult as he strove to think what he should
As if there were not confusion enough at that instant there were
several loud reports in quick succession, followed by deafening crashes
as shots tore through the vessel.
The Spaniards had opened fire!
But they'll have to stop to pick up that boat's crew! gasped Clif.
We may get away!
And that being the case every minute was precious; the vessel had
swung round, but there was no time to turnshe must run as she was for
And from the way the vessel trembled and shook it could be told that
the irate tars down below were making things hum.
They may burst the boilers if they can, thought Clif, grimly.
The new course they were taking was south, exactly the opposite of
the way they had been going. But Clif did not care about that.
The storm will drive us faster! he gasped. And every yard
The Spanish gunboat (nobody on the Maria, of course, knew but what
she was a big cruiser) fired only about half a dozen shots at her
daring enemy; then the yells of the crew of the small boat must have
attracted her attention and forced her to desist for a moment.
And now's our chance, was the thought of the Americans.
They were making the most of it, that was certain; they were fairly
flying along with the great waves.
Clif himself was at the wheel, seeing that not an inch was lost by
We'll know soon, he muttered. Very soon, for she'll chase us.
The scene at this time was intensely dramatic; for the big ship had
glided out into the darkness and those on board of her could not see
their pursuer. They had no means of telling where she was, or whether
they had escaped or not.
They could only keep on listening anxiously, tremblingly, counting
the seconds and waiting, almost holding their breath.
They knew what the signal would be. The signal of their failure. If
the Spaniard succeeded in finding them, he would open fire and soon let
Clif tried to guess how long it would take them to pick up the
unfortunate occupants of that small boat.
They'll be raging mad when they do, he thought. Gorry! they'll
murder every one of us.
For they would probably call the shooting of that officer a murder;
it did not trouble Clif's conscience, for he knew that a merchant
vessel has the same right to resist the enemy that a warship has. It
was not as if they had surrendered and then imitated the example of the
I wonder how Ignacio likes this anyhow, thought Clif.
But he had no time to inquire the Spaniard's views on the struggle;
Clif was too busily waiting and counting the seconds.
He did not think it would be very long before the enemy's ship would
be after them again; and yet several minutes passed before any sign of
the pursuit was given.
Clif began to think that possibly they had eluded their would-be
captors. But his hopes were dashed, for suddenly there came the dreaded
And it was fired from so close that, though the Americans had been
listening for it, it made them start. It was evident that the enemy's
vessel had come close to do the business; her first shot seemed fairly
to tear the big merchantman to pieces.
And Clif shut his teeth together with a snap.
We're in for it now, he muttered. That settles it.
There was no longer the last hope of escape. There was no longer
even any use of keeping on. There were but two things to be considered,
sink or surrender.
There was a grim smile on the cadet's face as he turned away from
Tell the two men to come up from below, he said to one of the
And then he went out on deck, staring in the direction of the
pursuing vessel. There was no difficulty in telling where she was now,
for a continuous flashing of her guns kept her in view.
Clif was cool, singularly cool, as he stood in his exposed position.
He was no longer anxious, for he had no longer any hope. There was
nothing on board the Maria that could cope with the enemy's guns. There
was only the inevitable to be faced.
The cadet soon guessed the nature of the pursuer from the way she
behaved. Her guns were all low down and close together. They were about
three-pounders, and rapid-firing.
It's a gunboat like the Uncas, he muttered. Gorry! how I wish the
Uncas would come back!
But the Uncas was then near Havana, far from any possibility of
giving aid. And Clif knew it, so he wasted no time in vain regrets.
By that time the Spanish vessel had gotten the range, and her three
or four guns were blazing away furiously. The gunboat was alight with
the flames of the quick reports, and the sound was continuous.
They aren't doing as well as I did, Clif said. But still, they'll
manage to do the work.
And so it seemed, for shot after shot crashed through the hull of
the already battered vessel. The Spaniards were mad, evidently. There
was no hail this time and proposal to surrender. But only a calm
setting to work to finish that reckless ship.
The sailors came on deck and Clif, when he saw them, turned and
pointed to the Spaniard.
There she is, men, he said. Look her over.
For a moment nobody said anything; the little group stood motionless
on the deck. They were in no great danger for the firing was all
directed at the hull.
Then suddenly Clif began again.
I guess this vessel is about done for, he said. She will be
either sunk or captured. The only question is about uswhat's to
become of us. I leave it to you.
None of the men spoke for a moment.
I suppose, Clif said, that we can manage to let her know we
surrender if we choose. We can scuttle the ship before we do it. But
you know what we may expect; after our shooting those two men they'll
probably murder us, or do things that are a thousand times worse.
Clif stopped for a moment and then he turned.
Think, for instance, he said, of being at the mercy of that man.
He was pointing toward Ignacio, who lay near them, glowering in his
hate, and the sailors looked and understood.
It's better to drown, sir, said one.
And the rest thought so, too, and declared it promptly.
Very well, then, was the cadet's quiet answer, we will stay on
board. We have faced death before.
That resolution made there was little else left to be determined.
We can sink the ship, or wait and let them sink it, the cadet
said. Or elsethere's one thing more. We are headed in the right
direction. We can smash her upon the rocks of the Cuban coast.
And the sailors stared at him for a moment eagerly.
And stand a chance of getting ashore in safety! they cried.
At which the cadet smiled.
I'm afraid there's very little chance, he said. But it's as good
as anything else. We'll try it.
You two go down to the engine room again, and keep things moving.
And the others stay on deck and make sure those Spaniards don't try to
board us again. I can handle the wheel myself.
And with that the brave cadet turned away and sprang toward the
CHAPTER VII. A DESPERATE CHASE.
That was a heroic resolution those five brave men had made. But it
was inevitable, for they did not mean that either they or that valuable
ship should fall into the hands of the enemy.
And apparently the enemy knew they did not mean to. For they kept
battering away at the big hulk that loomed up in the darkness, running
close alongside and firing viciously.
Every shot made a deafening crash as it struck home.
But the Americans did not mind it especially. When a man has made up
his mind to die he is not afraid of anything.
And the men on deck paced up and down serenely, and Clif tugged at
the wheel with a positively light-hearted recklessness.
It would have been a cold sort of a person whose spirit did not rise
to such an occasion as that. The wild night and the furious
cannonading, but above all the prospect of taking that huge ship and
driving her forward at full speed until she smashed upon the rocks, was
a rather inspiring one.
The reader may have heard about the man out West who drew an
enormous crowd by advertising an exhibition railroad wreck, two empty
trains crashing into each other at full speed. This was a similar case;
it does not often happened that a man has occasion to drive a ship
aground on purpose.
The resolution to which the Americans had come must have been plain
to the unfortunate Spaniards who were tied up on board the Maria. Their
fright was a terrible one, anyhow.
Clif glanced out at them several times; their presence was the only
thing that made him hesitate to do what he had resolved.
For they haven't done anything, poor devils, he thought to
himself, I wish I knew what to do with them.
But there was only one thing that could be done; that was to put
them off in a small boat, and that would be practically murdering them.
They'll have to stay and take chances with us, muttered Clif.
As if there were not noise enough about that time those men began to
raise a terrific outcry, yelling and shrieking in terror. But nobody
paid any attention to themexcept that the sailors took the trouble to
examine their bonds once more.
It would have been dangerous to let those desperate fellows get
loose then. For the Americans had enemies enough to cope with as it
All this while the Spanish gunboat had been firing away with all her
might and main. She would cut across the vessel's stern, and send her
shots tearing through the whole length of the ship; then she would come
up close alongside and pour a dozen broadsides in.
And nearly all the shots hit, too.
It was evident to those on board that the merchantman would not
stand very much battering of that sort. Already one of the sailors had
come up to announce that two of the firemen had been struck.
But still the Maria tore desperately onward. Nobody cared very much
how much damage was done, except that they did not want the engines to
be smashed until the ship had reached the shore.
As well as Clif could calculate roughly, it ought not to have taken
them an hour to return to the coast, for they had the storm to aid
them. That they could hold out that long under the unceasing fire he
did not believe.
But the Spaniards may use up all their ammunition, he thought to
That was a possibility, for he knew that the supply in the
possession of Spain was a small one.
And the actual course of events made him think that his surmise was
true. The desperate chase kept up for perhaps half an hour; and then
unaccountably the Spaniard's fire began to slacken.
Clif could hardly believe his ears when he heard it.
What can it mean? he gasped.
But a moment later his surprise was made still greater. For one of
the sailors bounded into the pilot house.
She's giving up, sir! he cried.
How in the world do you mean?
She's stopped firing, sir. And what's more, she's dropping behind.
Clif stared at the man in amazement.
And then suddenly he sprang out to the deck.
Take the wheel a moment, he cried to the sailor.
And he himself bounded down the deck toward the stern.
He stared out over the railing, clinging to it tightly to prevent
himself from being flung off his feet.
He found that what the sailor had said was literally true. The
Spaniard was now firing only an occasional shot, and she was at least a
hundred yards behind.
What that could mean Clif had not the faintest idea. Could it be
that her engines had met with an accident? Or that she fancied the
merchantman was sinking?
The cadet gazed down into the surging water below him; he could see
the white track of the big steamer and knew that she was fairly flying
He took one more glance in the direction of the now invisible
Spaniard. The firing had ceased altogether.
And like a flash the thought occurred to Clif that whatever the
reason for the strange act might be, now was the time to save the
We can turn off to one side! he gasped, and lose her!
And with a bound he started for the pilot house.
Hard a-port! he shouted to the man at the wheel.
But before the man had a chance to obey Clif chanced to glance out
ahead, into the darkness toward which the vessel was blindly rushing.
And the cadet staggered back with a gasp.
A light! he cried. A light!
Yes, there was a dim flickering point of light directly in front of
them. Where it came from Clif could not tell, but he realized the
significance in an instant.
And at the same time there was another sound that broke upon his ear
and confirmed the guess. It was a dull, booming roar.
The man at the wheel heard it, too.
It's breakers, sir! he shouted. Breakers ahead!
They were nearing the land!
And then the significance of the Spaniard's act became only too
apparent. The men who were running her had seen the light, and they had
no idea of being led to destruction by their eagerness to follow that
And so they were slowing up and keeping off the shore.
There was a faint hope in that; the Maria might be able to steal
away if she were quick enough in turning.
Clif's order had been obeyed by the sailor the instant he heard it.
Clif sprang in to help him, and they whirled the wheel around with all
But alas! they were too late! When a steamer waits until she hears
breakers in a storm like that it is all up with her, for she must be
near the shore indeed.
And plunging as the Maria was, urged on by wind and waves and her
own powerful engines, it was but an instant before the crisis came.
Clif had half braced himself for the shock; but when it came it was
far greater than he had expected. There was a crash that was simply
deafening. The huge ship plunged into the rocky shore with a force that
almost doubled her up, and made her shake from stem to stern. And she
stopped so abruptly that Clif was flung through the window of the pilot
The deed was done!
CHAPTER VIII. A DASH FOR THE SHORE.
Strange to say, Clif was not much excited at the terrific moment.
The peril was so great that he was quite gay as he faced it. He had
risen to the occasion.
He picked himself up and stepped out to the deck.
There he found a scene of confusion indescribable. Above the noise
of the breakers on the shore and the waves that were flinging
themselves against the exposed side of the ship rang the wild shrieks
and cries of the terrified Spanish prisoners.
The vessel after she had struck had been flung around and was being
turned farther over every minute. The violence of the storm that was
struggling with her was quite inconceivable.
The waves were pouring over her in great masses, sweeping everything
before them; and the spray was leaping so high and the flying storm
clouds driving past so low that there was no telling where the surface
of the sea ended and the air began.
The big ship had landed among rocks, and every wave was lifting her
up and flinging her down upon them with dull, grinding crashes that
could be both heard and felt.
A moment after she struck a man came dashing up the ladder to the
deck; it was one of the sailors, and behind were the terrified firemen.
She's leaking in a dozen places! the man shouted.
He clung to railing as he spoke, and a great wave half drowned him;
but he managed to salute, and Clif saw a look of wild delight on his
face, one that just corresponded with his own eager mood.
She'll split in about half a minute, I fancy, the cadet answered,
and the Spaniards are welcome to what's left. We've done our duty.
And with that he turned to the pilot house, where the rest of the
men were grouped. They were gazing at him eagerly.
Are you ready, boys? Clif shouted.
Every one knew what he meant by readyready to make the wild
attempt to land and reach the shore through all those wildly surging
breakers. The very thought of it was enough to stir one's blood.
And the answer came with a vengeance.
Ay, ay, sir!
Then get out one of the boats, shouted Clif.
As he saw the men struggling forward to reach the nearest rowboat he
turned suddenly on his heel. He had something else to attend to for a
It was an errand of mercy. Those shrieking wretches were all bound
to the railing of the doomed ship, and Clif would never have forgiven
himself if he had left them there. Their faces would have haunted him.
And he drew his sword and set swiftly to work.
He cut the captain loose and put a knife into his hand.
Get to work! he cried. Get to work!
Clif took the risk of trusting the man, and went on, leaving him
with the weapon. The cadet believed that he would be grateful for his
And besides they were fellow sufferers then, threatened with the
And Clif was not mistaken. The man set hastily to work releasing his
comrades, and in less time than it takes to tell it the terrified men
were huddled together on the deck.
The cadet wasted no more time upon them.
There are three boats left for you, he cried. Save yourselves.
And with that he turned and made his way down to where his own men
were struggling with one of the small boats.
There was one other thing which in the wild confusion of that moment
Clif managed to remember needed to be attended to. There was Ignacio!
The treacherous Spaniard had nearly been swept off, and he was half
drowned by the floods of water that poured over the deck. But his
hatred of the Americans was too great for him to shout to them for aid.
What to do with that murderous villain was a problem that worried
Clif. Undoubtedly the wisest thing would be to kill him, then and
there; death was the fate he certainly deserved.
And Clif half drew his sword; but it was no use. He could not bring
himself to do such an act. And he flung the weapon back into the
To attempt to carry him away was equally useless; the Americans did
not expect to reach the shore themselves.
I'll leave him to his fate, Clif muttered. The Spaniards may help
him if they choose.
And with that he turned toward the sailors again; the men had by
that time nearly succeeded in getting the boat away. They were working
Every wave that struck the ship helped to fill the boat, even before
it touched the water; the spray poured down over the slanting deck upon
it and the sailors had to empty it several times.
While they were wrestling thus the wind and water and rocks had been
getting in their work upon the doomed vessel. Lower and lower she sank,
harder and harder she pounded.
And then suddenly a great billow heaved itself with a thud against
the bow and fairly hammered it around. One of the sailors gave a yell.
And sure enough, a great seam had opened amidships and the water
surged in with a roar.
The vessel seemed fairly falling to pieces.
And such being the case the sailors had no time to delay. The frail
boat was lowered into the seething waters; the men tumbled in and
seized the oars. Clif made a wild leap and caught the stern just as one
mighty wave raced by and whirled the boat away from the vessel.
And in one instant it was lost to sight and sound. What was done by
the Spaniards no one could see a thing. The Americans were fighting for
their own lives.
There was but one thing for them to do
Pull for the shore, sailors, pull for the shore.
And the great sweeping breakers to aid them. In fact they were flung
in so fast that they could hardly row.
It was a thrilling struggle, that race with the giant waves. The
sailors struggled with all their might, keeping the frail craft
straight. And Clif, with a bucket he had thought to bring, was bailing
frantically, and shouting to encourage the men.
In, in they swept, nearer, with the speed of a whirlwind, toward the
If it's rocks, Heaven help us! Clif gasped.
It seemed an age to him, that brief struggle. Breathless and eager,
he watched the great white caps breaking, smiting against the stern,
struggling to turn that boat but a few inches so that they might catch
it on the side and fling it over.
And meanwhile the wind and waves and oars all helping, on swept the
boatbounding over the foamy crests, sinking into the great hollows,
leaping and straining, but still shooting on in the darkness.
And every second was precious, for the shore was not far away; the
roar of the surf grew louderlouder almost upon them.
And then suddenly one great seething billow came rushing up behind.
Clif saw it, and shouted to the men. In a second more its white crest
towered over them.
It was just on the point of breaking in a giant cataract of foam; it
would have buried the little boat and its occupants beneath tons of
But it was just a second too late. The little boat's stern shot up;
for a moment it was almost on end, and then it rose to the top of the
wave and a moment later as the crash came and the sweep in toward shore
began the frail craft was flung forward as if from a catapult.
And in it shot with speed that simply dazed the Americans; but it
was toward shoretoward shore!
They had passed the breakers!
And Clif gave a gasp of delight as he felt the wild leap forward. It
seemed but a second more before the rush ended.
The bow of the rowboat struck and the frail object was whirled round
and flung over, its occupants being fairly hurled into the air.
When they struck the water it was to find themselves within a few
feet of dry land. They staggered to a standing position to find that
they were in water only up to their waists. And the great wave was
tugging them out to sea again.
They struggled forward wildly, clutching at each other. A minute
later, breathless, exhausted and half drowned, but wild with joy, they
staggered out upon a sandy beach and sank down to gasp for breath.
We're safe! panted Clif. Safe!
Safe! And on the island of Cuba, the stronghold of their deadly
CHAPTER IX. THE ENEMY'S COUNTRY.
It must have been at least five minutes before those exhausted men
moved again; when at last they managed to rise to their feet it was to
find themselves in the midst of absolute darkness, with the wild sea on
one side of them and on the other no one knew what.
The faint point of light which they had seen had now disappeared:
but they took it to mean that there were Spaniards in the neighborhood.
And they did not fail to recognize the peril in which they were. The
firing had probably been heard and the wreck of the merchantman seen.
If so, the Americans could not be in a much worse place.
We may be right in front of a battery, whispered Clif.
The first thing the sailors did was to see to their revolvers and
cutlasses. And after that they started silently down the shore.
We won't try to go far, Clif said, but we must find a
But in that darkness the hiding-places were themselves hidden; the
best the Americans could do was to stumble down the shore for a hundred
yards or so, being careful to walk where the waves would wash out their
Then they were a short distance from the wreck and felt a trifle
We may as well strike back in the country now, said the leader,
at least until we can find some bushes or something to conceal us.
That was a rather more ticklish task, and the men crouched and stole
along in silence. They had no idea what they might meet.
It was fortunate for them that they were quiet. Otherwise they would
have gotten into very serious trouble indeed.
They stole up the sandy beach a short ways, feeling their way along
and getting further and further away from the sea. They were struggling
through soft dry sand.
And suddenly Clif, who was in front, saw something loom up before
him, a dark line. And he put out his hand to touch it.
He found that the sand rose gradually into a sort of drift or bank.
It was high, and seemed to reach for some distance.
The sailors stopped abruptly, and Clif crept softly forward, feeling
along with his hands; suddenly the men heard him mutter a startled
exclamation under his breath.
Men, he whispered, we're in a terrible fix; I ran into a gun!
Yesa big one. We've struck a Spanish battery, and we must be near
The sailors stared at him aghast; and then suddenly came a startling
interruptionone that fairly made their blood grow chill.
Who goes there?
It was a loud, stern hail in Spanish, and it seemed to come from
almost beside them!
Quick as a flash the Americans dropped, crouching close together in
the darkness. They could hear the beating of each others' hearts.
There were several moments of agonizing suspense; the Spaniard who
had shouted out was evidently awaiting a reply. And then suddenly he
repeated his challenge.
Who goes there?
And a moment later came a sound of hurrying footsteps.
What's the matter? Clif heard a voice demand.
He was the only one in the party who understood Spanish, and knew
what was said. But it was plain to the rest that it was a conversation
between a sentry and an officer.
I heard a footstep, senor capitan! cried the man. Quidada! Take
care! It's very near.
There was a moment's pause.
You must be mistaken, said the officer.
I am not mistaken, repeated the man firmly. Santa Maria, my ears
do not deceive me. You said to be watchful, for you have heard firing.
To that the Americans had listened in trembling silence; but the
next made them jump. I will light this lantern, said the officer.
And the instant they heard it Clif rose silently to his feet; the
men did likewise, and began to creep softly off to one side.
But careful as they were they could not help the grinding sound of
their footsteps in the sand, and it caught the quick ear of the
Hear it! he cried. Por dios, again! Somebody is stealing upon
And an instant later the air was rent by a sharp crack of a
riflethe sentry had fired!
There was wild confusion at once, and the unfortunate castaways were
aghast. For an instant Clif thought of charging the batterywith four
men. But he realized the folly of that.
Quick! he cried, let us hide. Forward!
Lights were flashing and men shouting and running about behind the
sand wall just in front of them, but the sailors were still unseen.
They broke into a run and fairly flew down the shore.
They fancied the whole Spanish company was at their heels; but after
they had run for some distance they found that they had not been
For the enemy were so taken by surprise at the sudden alarm that
they were if possible more frightened than the Americans.
And so the men stopped for breath.
They stared at each other, as if hardly able to realize the peril
into which they had so suddenly been plunged.
I think that was the quickest adventure I ever had in my life,
The suddenness of it made him laugh; they had almost walked into a
But it was no laughing matter, certainly; it was a confounded piece
For they'll be watching for us now! muttered Clif. I'm afraid
that will settle us.
They'll follow our footsteps! exclaimed one of the sailors.
That was so, and it was an unpleasant prospect; it was plain that if
the Americans wished to find any safety they must get some distance
away from that battery.
We'll make one more effort to get back into the country, muttered
And amid silence and anxious suspense they once more started up the
They crept along as it seemed by inches. But fortunately they did
not run across any more guns. When they came across an embankment it
was of solid earth and marked the end of the beach.
And there were some trees and bushes there, so the Americans began
to feel more comfortable. For all they knew they might in the darkness
have been strolling into a town.
But they were apparently out in the open country, there seemed to be
no people and no houses near. So they started boldly forward.
It was then late at night, a dark and damp and windy night; so they
were not likely to find many people wandering about.
What we want to do, Clif said, is to get back in the country a
while where we can hide until morning. Then if we can find some Cubans
we'll be all right.
Clif was about tired to death. He had done far more work that day
than any of those sailors. But there was no time for resting then.
He gritted his teeth and started; they took their bearings from the
sea, and then went straight on, watching and listening carefully, but
meeting with no trouble.
At first their walk led through what had evidently once been a
cultivated country, for it was level and had but few trees upon it. At
present, however, it was overgrown with weeds.
Once they almost ran into a house, which it may readily be believed
gave them a start. It was creepy business, anyhow, this stumbling along
through the enemy's country without being able to see ten yards in
But the house seemed to be empty. In fact, it could hardly be called
a house any more, for it was half burned down.
The Americans thought that it was empty, for Clif had stumbled and
fallen with a crash over a pile of dry sticks and rubbish. But when he
rose to his feet to listen anxiously there was no movement or sign that
anybody had heard him.
It probably belonged to some of the reconcentrados, he muttered.
He was about to turn and give the word to proceed.
Then suddenly a new idea occurred to him, and he gave a pleased
This is lucky! he whispered. Men, what is the matter with hiding
That was a rather startling proposition; for they could not be at
all sure but some one lived there after all.
But Clif had come several miles by that time, and he was disposed to
be a trifle desperate.
A person can get so tired that he will be anxious to enter even a
Spanish dungeon in order to get a chance to rest.
We will search the house, he said. If we find anybody we'll hold
them up and make them prisoners; and if we don't, we'll spend the night
And then without another word he started silently forward. The
sailors were right behind him.
What was evidently the front of the house was the part that had been
burned. Clif picked his way over the ruins and into the rear, where
there was a roof still remaining.
There was a door there, half shut; one may readily believe that in
pushing it open Clif was rather nervous.
But nothing occurred to startle him, and so they went forward once
more. The place about him seemed deserted.
Then suddenly Clif did a startling thing.
He took a deep breath and called aloud.
And then for at least a minute or two the little party stood waiting
in silence; but no answer was heard.
I guess it's deserted, Clif said. Scatter and search it
And that was quickly done. To their relief the Americans found that
the place was not inhabited and that there was no one near. That once
made sure it may be believed that they wasted no more time in delay.
I don't think it will be necessary for us to keep watch, he said.
Our safety lies in our hiding.
They made their way into one of the smaller rooms of the little
building, one which had a key to the door. And having secured
themselves as best they could from danger of discovery, the wearied men
sank down upon the floor.
CHAPTER X. A STARTLING DISCOVERY.
It may seem strange that they were able to sleep in the perilous
situation they were in; but they were men who were used to holding
their lives in their hands. They say that Napoleon could take a nap,
during a lull in battle, while he was waiting for his reserves to be
The men were cold and damp, of course, but it was impossible for
them to light a fire, even had they dared to take such a risk. But the
darkness was their principal shield.
But all the cold in the world could not have kept Clif awake; he and
the rest of the men were soon fast asleep, hidden away in the enemy's
country, and surrounded by perils innumerable, yet resting as quietly
as if they were at home.
And none of them awakened either, as the dark night wore on. The day
began to break over the mountains to the eastward, and the gay sunbeams
streamed into the room to find the sailors still undisturbed and
The sun had risen and was half an hour up in the sky before any of
the Americans showed signs of awakening. One of the sailors turned over
and then sat up and stared about him.
It was not strange that the man wondered where he was, for a moment;
he had been through so much during the previous day.
He found himself seated in a little bare apare apartment half
charred by fire, and having damp straw for flooring. His companions,
including the officer, were stretched out upon it.
They seemed in blissful ignorance of the fact that it was damp.
The sailor rose to his feet; he was rather stiff and sore, and
somewhat hungry, but he felt that he ought to be glad to be alive.
And then he stole quickly over to the tiny window to look out;
naturally enough he was a little curious to see what sort of a place it
was they had hit on in the darkness.
There was light, then, plenty of ittoo much in fact, so the man
thought. It showed him everything.
And the everything must have included something rather startling.
For the sailor acted in a most surprising way.
He took a single glance out of the window; and then he staggered
back as if some one had shot him.
The man's face was as white as a sheet.
He stood for a moment seemingly dazed, his eyes staring vacantly.
And then suddenly he made a leap across the room and seized Clif by the
It was a startling way for Clif to be awakened; the face of that man
had a sort of nightmare look.
What is it? Clif gasped. Quick!
The window! panted the sailor. Look!.
The man in his excitement had awakened the rest and they were
sitting up staring at him.
Clif meanwhile had rushed to the window, and when he looked out he
acted just as the sailor had done.
It might be well to describe in a few words what he saw.
There was a small clearing around the deserted building, and beyond
that a heavy wood. Clif remembered having made his way through those
And now somebody else had done likewise. There was a squad of a
dozen soldiers standing on the clearing's edge.
And they were Spaniards!
Can they have surrounded us? gasped the cadet.
Or perhaps they don't know we're here, whispered one of the men.
The full meaning of that startling discovery was made evident to
them an instant later. The officer of the Spaniards was standing to one
side watching a man, who, with bowed head, was carefully scanning the
And he was coming slowly toward the building.
They're tracking us, whispered Clif.
And just then the man raised up his head and Clif got a glimpse of
The villain! he gasped.
It was Ignacio!
Yes, it was the villainous Spanish spy. He and his Spanish
companions must have succeeded in getting ashore. And they had tracked
their unsuspecting enemies to their hiding-place.
I wish I had killed him! Clif muttered half to himself.
One of the sailors heard him, and he drew his revolver
It's not too late, sir, he said.
But Clif held up his hand.
No, no, he whispered. Not yet!
That suggestion called him back to action. Not yetbecause they had
not yet been discovered.
Ignacio was apparently off the scent; he did not know whether his
victims had dodged the building or had the temerity to enter.
And instantly Clif leaped forward, over to the other side of the
building. If none of the enemy was there it might not be too late for
If they are, Clif muttered to himself, by jingo, they've still
got the building to capture.
Whatever was to be done had to be done quickly, for Ignacio was a
cunning fellow, and wouldn't be apt to delay very long.
Clif gazed out in the other direction and saw to his delight that
the thicket came close to the house, and there were no Spaniards in
He called in a low voice to the men, who stole silently over toward
Quick! he gasped. Out, for your lives!
It was a thrilling moment, and Clif was trembling with eagerness.
One by one he watched the men crawl out of the low window and gather in
the shelter of the building.
And a moment later he himself dropped down; the instant he struck
the ground he started forward.
To the woods! he whispered. And not a sound, for your lives.
And the men sprang softly forward, not even pausing to glance over
their shoulders to see if they were discovered.
Clif fancied at that instant that he was safe. The building was
between him and the Spaniards.
But he did not know that at that moment Ignacio had observed a
footprint in the damp ground that made him aware that they had gone
into the building; he rushed around to the other side just in time to
see a blue uniform vanish in the thicket.
The next moment a wild yell came from his throat.
Mira! he shrieked. Forward! Here they are now!
CHAPTER XI. A RUNNING FIGHT.
That cry seemed the death knell of the Americans, and their hearts
leaped up in their throats when they heard it. For a moment Clif
thought of stopping and giving battle then and there.
But he realized the hopelessness of that; it was hopeless too, to
run, with no place to run to. But the sailors were already dashing away
through the woods. And the cadet soon caught up with them and urged
The Spaniards broke into a run the moment they heard Ignacio's cry;
a minute later they fired a volley into the bushes, probably in order
to alarm the country.
It would have been hard for those five fugitives to go any faster
than they did during the first few moments of that chase. They heard
their enemies banging away and yelling in their rear, and they fairly
flew over the ground.
Keep together, panted Clif. We may find some place to make a
The ground over which they were traveling was ill adapted for speed,
for it was rough and the bushes were thick.
But it was as fair for one as the other, and the Americans tore
their way through and sped on.
The Spaniards in the rear apparently knew of other troops in the
neighborhood from the way they kept yelling; Clif groaned as he
realized the hopelessness of their flight.
For even if they succeeded in shaking off their pursuers the whole
country was alarmed and hunting for them. And they had no food and no
one to guide them.
But the present evil was great enough, for the furious Spaniards
were hot on the trail.
Surrender! Surrender! Clif heard the officer shouting a short way
The chase would have ended in no time had it not been for the woods,
which kept the fugitives out of sight so that they could not be shot.
But that was a protection that would not last forever. Clif gave a
sudden gasp as he saw a clearing ahead of them.
But it was only a small one, and the Americans sped across it at the
very top of their speed. They hoped to reach the woods before their
foes sighted them.
And they did. Then suddenly a new idea flashed over Clif.
Stop a minute! he cried. Ready!
The sailors saw him draw his revolver, and they knew what it meant.
They crouched in the bushes, waiting.
We'll show them it isn't all play, Clif whispered.
And, a second later, half a dozen Spaniards dashed out of the woods.
Fire! roared Clif.
There was a quick volley, and then instantly the fugitives sprang up
again and sped on. They left several of their enemies lying on the
That unexpected move had evidently disconcerted the pursuers, who
hadn't looked for a reception of that kind.
They were not heard on the trail again for fully a minute, while the
Americans made the best possible use of their time. But the pursuers
did not mean to give up as easily as that, and they soon set out once
more, firing away as if a whole army were in sight.
Their little success raised the spirits of the gallant tars
considerably; they seemed to forget they were in the enemy's country.
And they chuckled gleefully to themselves as they raced on through
the woods; they were a pretty small army of invasion, but they had lots
But there is a limit to what courage can do, and the unfortunate
sailors soon learned it.
They came to a second clearing, a broad savanna this time.
We'll have to run for our very lives, gasped Clif.
For if they failed to reach shelter before the Spaniards came up the
former situation would be just reversed and the Spaniards could hide
and fire in safety.
And so the men set out at breakneck speed, as if they were in a
hundred yard's dash.
I think we can make it, thought Clif. They seem to be a long ways
The shouts of the enemy indicated it; Clif's volley had seemed to
deprive them of their former confidence and rashness.
But unfortunately, they were not the only Spaniards in Cuba. The
firing had not failed to attract attention.
The Americans had reached about the centre of the broad plain. There
was high grass and cane upon it, and that made even walking hard. But
the men still plunged on bravely, though they were gasping for breath.
But then something happened that made them gasp still more.
For the shouts of the enemy in the rear were suddenly answered.
And the answer came from in front.
The sailors halted and stared at each other in consternation.
Do you see anything? cried Clif.
All that could be made out was a line of bushes and undergrowth,
marking the beginning of the woods.
But out of it came a confused babel of shouts, as if a whole army
were there and had been suddenly alarmed.
They'll head us off! gasped the sailor.
But they stood still for only a second; now was no time to delay.
The pursuers in the rear were drawing closer every instant.
There was only one thing left. They were shut off in two directions,
but off to each side
Come! gasped Clif.
And the sailors whirled about and followed him in the new direction.
It was a hopeless hope, but it was not yet time to give up.
And so for perhaps a hundred yards they raced on. They had heard a
shout behind them, and saw the Spaniards running out from the woods,
both in front and behind.
Turn and fight them! shouted Clif.
Like wild animals at bay the sailors faced about and jerked out
their revolvers again. They were on the point of opening fire, when
suddenly, as if they were not in trouble enough, there came a new
There was a yell behind them, and a crashing sound. Out upon the
broad savanna galloped a whole troop of Spanish cavalry, their carbines
in their hands.
And at their head rode a brightly uniformed captain waving his sword
and galloping down upon the fugitives.
Surrender! he yelled. Lay down your arms.
And that was the last straw; the sailors looked at Clif, and Clif
looked at the sailors. The troopers were not a hundred yards away, and
there were fifty of them.
I guess we may as well give up, said Clif, grimly. We've done our
best, I think.
And he turned toward the galloping men, dropped his sword and
revolver, and then folded his arms.
We surrender, he called. Come on.
And a minute later the gallant five were surrounded by the
cavalrymen, who stared at them eagerly.
Who are you? demanded the gruff captain.
An officer in the United States Navy, said Clif, promptly. From
the gunboat Uncas.
And what are you doing here?
We were wrecked on the coast last night. We surrender, and we
expect to be decently treated.
You are prisoners of war, was the officer's stern response, and
you will be treated as such. Forward, march!
CHAPTER XII. THE FIRST PRISONERS OF
The command had hardly been obeyed when out from the brush at the
further side of the savanna came the pursuing Spaniards and with them
The latter made straight for Clif with an upraised dagger, and would
have killed the cadet then and there if the commander of the troop had
not prevented him forcibly.
You fool! he said, don't you know the orders?
From Blanco. Prisoners are to be brought to Havana. If you want to
kill him, wait till you get him there.
And so the furious Ignacio was compelled to leave his enemy alone.
He now rode along behind the troopers, muttering curses under his
But he knew that his time would come later; moreover he had not so
very long to wait, for the capture had been made quite near to Havana.
The country through which they were riding was broad and flat,
rising gradually to the blue hills at the southward. All about them it
seemed as if the land had once been under cultivation; but now it was
overgrown with rank vegetation.
In the distance could be seen the buildings of a little town, for
which they were heading.
The Spanish cavalrymen rode along merrily, their accoutrements
jingling. They were a dark-skinned, black-haired lot, and most of them
were small, and not very sturdily built. The Americans had heard it
said that they didn't get enough to eat, and they looked it.
The prisoners were mounted upon spare horses, and were kept well in
the middle of the group. Their hands were tied behind them, and one of
their captors had hold of the bridles of their mounts.
Clif's was a jaded old nag, and kept stumbling and stopping, making
the task of riding a difficult one, but he did not notice it very much,
for he was busily thinking.
His present situation was indeed a discouraging one, and he felt its
degradation keenly. It was not that his conscience troubled him, for he
knew that he had done all that could be expected of him.
But he was a prisoner for all that, and he had before him all the
horrors of which he had heard so much.
Still there was no chance of escape, and he could only bow to the
inevitable; but he could not help feeling a thrill of apprehension as
he glanced behind him and saw the malignant Ignacio gazing at him.
But Ignacio bided his time, and said nothing. Meanwhile, the
troopers trotted on.
In about fifteen minutes the little town drew near. Clif did not
know the name of it, for he had no idea where he had run ashore on the
previous night. But he did not think he was far from Havana.
The arrival of the soldiers created intense excitement in the town.
Men and women and children and barking dogs rushed out to see them
And when it was discovered that five Yankees had been captured the
cavalrymen received an ovation. But they made straight on to their
destination; what it was Clif had no trouble in guessing.
There was a railroad station in the town, and there the troopers
came to a halt. Most of them dismounted from their horses to rest, and
the captain hurried off to attend to the task of getting a train to
take those prisoners to the capital.
Meanwhile a great crowd gathered about the little station; most of
them were ugly-looking, ragged men, and they crowded around the
prisoners and stared at them curiously.
There were looks of hatred upon their unpleasant faces, and their
remarks it may be believed were not complimentary.
The Yankee pigs have met their match at last, snarled one
tobacco-stained peon, who had forced his way up close to Clif.
And they'll go to Havana as they wanted to, put in another, with a
leer. They were boasting they'd get there.
There were some grins at that sally, which encouraged the Spaniard
to go on.
How do you like it? he inquired. Santa Maria, couldn't you have
run fast enough?
They won't run any more, snarled another. They'll be put where
An old woman with a haggard, savage-looking face and a heavy stick
shook the latter in the Americans' faces, as she cursed them in her
shrill, Spanish jargon.
And then suddenly came a loud cry from the outskirts of the crowd.
Stone the pigs! Kill 'em! Don't let them get away!
Clif could not see the man who yelled that, but he knew the voice,
and realized that Ignacio was getting in his fine work again.
And he seemed likely to be successful, too, for the cry appeared to
please the crowd.
Yes, yes, kill 'em! swelled the muttering shout.
And a moment later some one, perhaps Ignacio himself, flung a heavy
stone at the Americans.
It sailed over the heads of the mob, and struck one of the sailors a
glancing blow on the forehead.
It made an ugly wound, and blood flowed.
The sight seemed to please the crowd.
Por dios! they laughed. Good for them! Keep it up!
Perhaps the sight of blood enraged them; but at any rate, their
hostility became more evident. They shook their fists and muttered
And all the while Ignacio's voice chimed in.
Kill 'em! Kill 'em!
The prisoners seemed about to have a very unpleasant experience
indeed. There was no one to restrain the crowd except the soldiers and
they sympathized with the angry people.
And the crowd seemed to know that; they surged nearer.
A prison's too good for them! they roared.
The old hag was still shaking her cane and yelling her maledictions.
At that moment a man snatched the stick from her hand and aimed a blow
at Clif's face.
The cadet's hands were tied behind him, and he was nearly helpless.
But he managed to turn and catch the blow upon his shoulders.
And an instant later his foot shot out and caught the enraged
Spaniard squarely in the stomach.
The man staggered back.
Madre di dios! he gasped. He's killed me.
Clif's daring action set the crowd in a perfect frenzy.
Stone 'em! yelled Ignacio.
And seemingly all at once they sprang at the prisoners with sticks
and stones and knives and fists.
The soldiers made a feeble effort to stop them, but the crowd saw
them laughing as they did so.
Nobody cares about the Yankee pigs! the crowd roared. Go for
It would have gone hard with the Americans just then had it not been
for the fact that the captain reappeared. He had no love to waste on
them, but he knew his duty.
And he sprang forward with a stern command:
Drive that crowd back! Quick!
And then the cavalrymen acted in a quite different manner. The angry
mob was forced away, in spite of their protests. The sailors breathed
somewhat more freely.
Still it was to their relief when they saw an engine and a single
freight car coming up the track. They knew that was for them and that
they would soon be out of the reach of that mob.
But not of Ignacio! Clif groaned. Not of Ignacio.
The private car intended for the strangers came to a stop in front
of the little station, and they were told to dismount from the horses
The crowd gave a parting jeer as they lost sight of them. Once
inside the sailors were gruffly ordered to sit down, and their feet
were tied securely.
A sergeant and three men were detailed to mount guard over them, and
then everything was ready for the start.
Clif watched anxiously for one thing; he had an idea that his deadly
enemy might not succeed in following them the rest of the journey.
But in that he soon saw that he was mistaken. Ignacio had no idea of
being foiled in his vengeance. Just before the door of the car was shut
his small, crouching figure entered.
He stopped just long enough to clinch his fist and shake it at Clif;
and then he retired into a corner to snarl angrily to himself.
A few moments later there was a creaking of wheels and the train
had started. The roar of the crowd died away and was succeeded by the
sound of the rapid motion.
The prisoners were on their way to Havana.
And I wish there'd be a wreck and end us before we got there,
CHAPTER XIII. IGNACIO'S PLOTS.
For Clif Faraday had not failed to learn something of what a
prisoner might expect in Havana. A classmate of his, Vic Rollins, had
spent a couple of months there and had emerged almost a physical wreck.
And Clif could not tell how long he might have to remain. The war
had already been going on long enough for him to see that it would last
And the amount of cruelty and starvation he had before him was
enough to make the cadet tremble.
He knew that the severest privation would fall to his lot.
Ignacio could be trusted to see to that.
I don't think they'll dare to let him kill me, the American
muttered. But he'll probably get his satisfaction somehow.
At any rate, it was plain that the vengeful Spaniard meant to try.
He soon set to work.
That Clif understood Spanish he was well aware. But he did not seem
to mind it.
For he began a conversation with the sergeant. And he did not take
the trouble to whisper what he had to say, though one would have
thought he would not care to have so villainous a plot known to any
The officer in charge of the Americans was sitting near them with
his own sword lying in his lap. And Ignacio crept over to him.
Jose, said he, Jose Garcia, listen to me.
What is it?
Jose, have you been paid your wages for the last six months?
The soldier gazed at Ignacio in astonishment.
Carramba! What's that to you?
Nothing, Jose, except that you need money, don't you?
It was evident from the look that came over the Spanish soldier's
face that the answer he made was sincere.
Santa Maria! he cried. Yes! Why?
Would you like to make some?
Slowly Ignacio reached his hand inside of his shirt and pulled out a
He loosened the mouth of it and took the contents out. He spread
them out on the floor of the car.
It is American money, he said, the money of the pigs. But it is
good money for all that.
How much is there?
Ha! ha! You are interested, are you? Well, well!
Ignacio's dark eyes glittered as he slowly went over the pile of
See, sergeant, said he, here is a hundred-dollar bill. Just think
of it! Look at it! Think if I should get that bill changed into good
Spanish gold. The British consul would do it.
Yes, he is a friend of the Yankees.
Yes, he would do it for me. And then here is fifty dollars more.
Look and count it. Think of what you could do with one hundred and
fifty dollars of the Yankee's money. Think of what it would buyfood
and I know not whata fine dress for your sweetheart, to take her away
from that rival of yours. And it is all good money, too.
How am I to know it?
Carramba! Couldn't you take my word. You know me, Jose, and what I
do for Spain. Do you not know that I am a friend of Blanco's? Hey? And
you know that he trusts me when he trusts nobody else.
And how did you get that money?
How did I get it! Ha! ha! I will tellyes, por dios, I will, and
those Yankee pigs may hear me, too. Ha! ha! There was what they called
a traitor on the New York, the Yankee's flagship. She isn't much, but
she is the best they have. One of our little gunboats could whip her,
for it would be men fighting pigs.
The sergeant's eyes danced.
And we'll sink her, too, went on Ignacio. Just wait! I saw her
run away once from a little gunboat. The Yankees build their boats
swifter than ours so they can run away. But anyhow, as I said this man
was working for Spain. And he tried to blow up the flagship.
Por dios! cried the sergeant, like we did the Maine.
Exactly. It would have been another glorious triumph for us. And,
Jose Garcia, who do you think it was that prevented him?
The man clinched his fists.
I don't know! he cried, but I wish I could get hold of him.
What would you do to him?
Santa Maria! I'd get him by the throat
Yes. And I would choke him till he was dead.
Dead! echoed Ignacio, with a hoarse cry of triumph.
And then he raised one arm trembling all over with rage and hatred.
Jose! he half yelled.
What is it?
Suppose I should tell you, Josesuppose I should tell you that the
villain is here?
Yes. By Heaven, he's here. Jose, that is he!
And the fellow pointed straight at Clif, while he leaned forward and
stared into the Spaniard's face, eager to see what the effect of his
announcement would be.
It must have suited him, for he gave a low laugh, a fiendish
Then he went on.
And not only that, Jose! Think of what else he has done.
Has he done more?
Yes, por dios, he has. Listen. Jose, we have in our power the worst
of our country's enemies. Jose, he is a fiend, a perfect devil. He has
ruined nearly every plan I tried. Do you know if it had not been for
himyes, for himI should have stabbed the great pig admiral.
Yes, he, the villain who is blockading Havana and destroying our
ships. I had the knife at his heart, and that Yankee pig prevented me.
Do you wonder that I hate him?
No. I hate him, too.
Yes! For you are a true Spaniard. But about that money, Jose. I got
it as I say, from this Schwartz. For when this Yankee pig stopped him
from blowing up the New York he ran away and hid. And he paid me this
for helping him to Cuba.
Ignacio held up the bills before the hungry eyes of the Spanish
And when he had given him time to look at it and think of what it
meant for him, Ignacio suddenly bent forward and got close to him.
Jose, he cried, it's all for you!
The man stared eagerly.
What for? he cried.
I will tell you! said Ignacio.
Once more he slipped his hand under his jacket.
Look, said he.
And he drew out a sharp, gleaming dagger!
He ran his fingers over the edge, hissing as he did so between his
It is sharp, he muttered. Ha! ha! sharp! And it will do the
Listen, Jose. There lies the fiend of a Yankee. He is in my power
at last. He has baffled me, ruined me, but now I have him! Yes, he
can't get away! Ha! ha! I feel merry. Jose, he is my deadliest enemy;
he is your enemy, too, the enemy of our glorious country. I hate
himso must you.
Then listen. I want to take this knife, this nice, sharp knife that
I have been grinding for him. Ha! ha! Santa Maria, how sharp it is! And
I will put this money, all this money, into your hands and you will
turn away so as not to see. And I will take this knife in my hand so.
And I will creep over toward that fellow
And kill him?
Listen, Jose. You spoil it. He'll scream. He'll turn pale and
tremble like the coward he is. But he can't get away, Jose, he can't
get away! I've got him, Jose! And I'll unbutton his jacket, that hated
Yankee uniform. And I'll take this knife and I'll put it right close to
his soft, white skin. Then I will press downdown! And you'll hear him
scream as it goes in; he'll twist about and shriek, but I will pin him
to the floor. And then he will lie there, Jose, and we can watch him
die. Ha, Madre di dios, how I hate him!
The Spaniard's rage had been such that his face grew fairly purple.
And he snatched up the knife and started forward toward the cadet.
How I hate him! he panted again.
What were the feelings of poor Clif may be imagined; he was
perfectly helpless and could only lie still and gaze into the eyes of
his deadly foe.
But there was some one else to stop Ignacio.
The sergeant caught him by the arm.
So, no! he cried. Stop.
What! panted Ignacio. Why?
They would punish me.
But they need not know?
The others will tell.
But they will.
What? Cannot a knife kill more than one man. Carramba, I will kill
But I was ordered to deliver them alive.
Ignacio was nearly frenzied at those objections.
Jose he yelled, you are mad. We can fix it. I will fix it with
Blanco. Say they got loose, chewed the ropes, and attacked us. I will
swear they did, swear it by all the saints. And I hate that Yankee so,
Jose, that I would cut my own flesh to make the story seem more
probable. I will say we had a desperate battletell them how you saved
my life. And you will be promoted. Blanco will believe me, Jose.
But the Spanish soldier shook his head dubiously.
I dare not, he said. The captain's last words were to deliver
But think of the money, Jose! Think of the money!
Ignacio fairly ground his teeth with rage over the delay; he was
like a wild man.
Por dios, he cried, how can you hesitate? It is the chance of
your lifetimeof your lifetime!
The five unfortunate prisoners had not all of them understood those
words, but they had no doubt of their meaning. And they lay watching
It was as if they had been charmed by a serpent, their eyes followed
his every motion. They realized that at any moment the cunning villain
might leap at them.
But the sergeant, though wavering, still shook his head.
The men will tell, he objected.
Here is another hundred for them! gasped Ignacio. It is all I
have. Por dios, what more?
There was at least half a minute of agony after that while the man
upon whom everything depended wrestled with that temptation. It was a
great one, and Clif felt a cold perspiration breaking out all over him
as he sat and watched.
But the stolid sergeant was apparently too much of a coward to take
the risk. He said no, and Clif gave a gasp.
Wait and see Blanco, he said. I do not dare to let you do it.
And though Ignacio blustered and swore and pranced about like a mad
man, the soldier was obdurate.
The risk is too great, he reiterated. I dare not.
And so Ignacio once more slunk back into a dark corner of the car
and fell snarling to himself.
But I'll have him yet! Clif heard him hiss. I'll have him yet.
Just wait till we get to Havana.
CHAPTER XIV. BESSIE STUART.
The event to which Ignacio was looking forward with so much pleasure
was not long in taking place.
The trip by the railroad lasted about half an hour only.
Ignacio would hardly have had more than time to carry out his
dastardly purpose before the train arrived. The car came slowly to a
stop and the sergeant got up and opened the door.
Here we are, said he. And I am glad.
Ignacio was apparently glad, too, since he had failed in his first
plan. He sprang up eagerly and watched the removal of the prisoners.
The sergeant untied the Americans' feet and gruffly ordered them to
march. With the soldiers before and behind they were led rapidly
through the streets of Havana.
If the arrival of those prisoners in a small town created
excitement, one may well imagine that the big capital turned out a
crowd to watch them; but there was almost no demonstration against
them, for the party hurried along rapidly. And Ignacio did not try any
of his tricks; he knew that his chance would soon come, and he waited
Clif gazed about him as he walked. He was listless and hopeless, but
he could not help feeling an interest in the city he had heard so much
of and which he had been so busily helping to blockade.
But he had little chance to look about. He was marching down a long
street crowded with Spaniards of all sizes and shades. And then
suddenly before a dark, heavy-looking building, the guards came to a
There was a heavy iron door in front of it that opened slowly.
March in, said the sergeant.
And the prisoners, with bayonets at their backs, were forced up the
steps and into the building.
The door shut again with a dull iron clang that sounded like a death
knell to Clif.
Ignacio entered, too. He seemed to have the privilege of going where
he chose; the sentries who were guarding that door asked him no
It was apparently some sort of a military jail to which they had
been taken. Down a long stone corridor they were marched, and then
halted in front of a door.
The sergeant entered, and Ignacio after him. The rest waited
It must have been at least fifteen minutes before anything more
occurred. Then the sergeant came out, and ordered the prisoners to
Clif, as the officer, entered first, and he found himself facing a
tall, military looking Spaniard with a resplendent uniform and an air
of authority. Who he was Clif had no idea, but he was evidently in
command of the place.
He was a dark, savage-looking man, and his brows were drawn down as
he frowned upon the prisoners.
And Clif was not surprised.
He's had Ignacio to tell him about us, he thought to himself.
Ignacio was standing just behind the officer. There was a grin on
his face and a look of delight; he rubbed his hands gleefully as he
watched what transpired.
The Spanish officer glared at his prisoners sternly. Clif's bearing
was quiet and dignified.
So you are the officer who commanded the Yankee pigs? growled the
I am an American naval cadet, was the response.
The Spaniard said nothing more for a moment, but continued his
You put on a bold front, he said at last. You must have looked
differently when you were running away.
The remark required no answer, and got none. Clif did not mean to
bandy words with the officer; if he wanted to taunt him he was welcome
to do so.
We treat our prisoners more politely, he thought, but I suppose
this is the Spanish way.
Meanwhile the officer went on.
You will be less impudent later on, he snarled, when you learn
what is in store for you. You've no idea, I presume.
I understood that I was a prisoner of war, was the American's
quiet answer. And I understood that Spain considered itself a
The Spaniard laughed softly.
A prisoner of war, he chuckled. So you really expect to be
treated as suchand after what you have done!
What have I done? asked Clif.
Ignacio's eyes began to dance at that; for the officer turned toward
This gentleman, said the officer, is one of our trusted agents.
And I have learned from him of your villainy.
Clif was not in the least surprised at that. It was just what he had
I should be pleased to learn also, if I may, what has this trusted
agent told you?
As he said that, he turned toward the grinning Ignacio.
But it was the officer who continued speaking.
I suppose you wish to deny everything, said he. But I assure you
it will do not the least good in the world.
I presume not, escaped Clif's lips.
The Spaniard frowned angrily, but he went on without a change of
You were captured, if I understand it truly, from a merchantman
which you ran upon the rocks in order to prevent one of our vessels
from recapturing her?
That is true, Clif said.
And you must have thought it quite a smart trick! But according to
this man here, you previously had some fighting with our vessel. Would
you mind telling me about it?
I would not, said Clif. We were steaming toward Key West, myself
and these four men being a prize crew from the gunboat Uncas. We were
hailed from the darkness by another vessel
Ah! And what was the name of the vessel?
I do not know.
Did you not ask?
I did. But she answered falsely. She pretended to be an American
The Spaniard gave a sneer.
So that is the yarn you mean to tell, he laughed.
That is what occurred, said Clif, quickly. If you have heard
otherwise you have been told a lie. And my men will bear me out in the
Indeed! I do not doubt it.
There was fine sarcasm in that tone; but Clif did not heed it.
Would you mind telling me what this fellow Ignacio has said? he
He says, responded the other, that the vessel announced herself
as a Spaniard, and called on you to surrender. You did so; and then
when the boat's crew came aboard you shot two of them and steamed away.
Is that so, Ignacio?
It is, snarled the agent. I will take my oath upon it.
It was of course a lie; and it made Clif's blood boil. The Spanish
vessel had deceived them and tried to capture them by stealth. The men
of the Spanish boat's crew had been shot while trying to hold up the
But Clif had expected that Ignacio would tell such a tale, and so he
was not surprised. The offense with which the lad found himself charged
was a terrible one, and he realized that he could be hanged for it.
Yet what was he to do?
I fear, he said to the Spaniard, that it will do me little good
to deny this story.
That is true, said the other, promptly.
And his cruel eyes gleamed as he watched the prisoner.
Do you deny the shooting? he demanded.
No, said Clif, I do not.
You find it easier to say that the men pretended to be Americans.
I find it easier because it is truer, was the cadet's answer.
And then there were several moments of silence while the three
actors of this little drama watched each other eagerly.
Ignacio was fairly beside himself with triumph. He could scarcely
keep himself quiet, and under his bushy eyebrows, his dark eyes gleamed
He had played his trump card. And he had his victim where he wanted
him at last. To watch him under the torture of his present position was
almost as good as to watch him under the torture of the knife.
For what could he do? He might bluster and protest (all to Ignacio's
glee) but nobody would believe him.
For Ignacio knew that the Spanish officer was glad enough to believe
the story the spy told him. His prejudice and his hatred of Americans
would turn the scale.
And it would be fine to punish a Yankee pig for such a crime as
As for Clif, he was filled with a kind of dull despair; he knew the
odds against him, and realized that his struggles would be those of a
caged animal. He had done nothing but his duty and the law of nations
would have justified him. But Ignacio's lie upon that one small point
(of what the Spanish gunboat had done) was enough to make him liable to
The officer seemed to realize the smallness of difference, for he
turned to Ignacio.
Are you perfectly sure, he demanded, that you heard our vessel
announce her identity?
I am, senor.
And what was her name?
Clif's eyes brightened at that; he thought Ignacio would be caught
But the cunning fellow was prepared, and answered instantly.
He had chosen the name of a Spanish gunboat he knew to be at sea;
and the ruse worked.
What more can you expect? demanded the officer of Clif.
And then the cadet looked up to make the last effort for his life.
As I have told you, he said, this fellow's story is false. And
now I will tell you why he has done it. He has long been an enemy of
mine, and he is making an effort to ruin me. I foiled him
If you are going to tell me about that attempt of his to kill your
Yankee admiral, interrupted the officer, I know it already.
And Ignacio gave a chuckle of glee.
In fact, the officer added, I have learned of all your
adventures, young man. And I have no doubt you consider yourself quite
a hero after what you have done against Spain. But you will live to
regret it, I think.
And Clif saw that he had nothing to gain by pursuing that tack any
further; he was silent, for he knew nothing more to do. The Spaniard
I know also of another affair of yours, he added. It seems that
your pig government sent a naval officer over to see that bandit robber
Gomez. And our friend here, Ignacio, was leading him into our camp. I
believe that was it, was it not, Ignacio?
It was, senor, and this Yankee here met us
And wounded you and rescued the officer, with the aid of some of
the robber's men, and that girl you told me about.
Exactly, said Ignacio.
What was her name? the other continued. Stuart, I think. We will
soon manage to stop her tricks, I fancy.
Clif had been listening to their conversation without any particular
interest. But suddenly as he heard that last speech his face flushed
crimson and he half staggered back.
Bessie Stuart! he gasped, under his breath.
The Spanish officer was looking at him and he laughed as he saw the
American's thunderstruck expression.
Ha! ha! he chuckled, so you are interested in her, are you? A
sweetheart, perhaps, hey?
Clif did not answer that; he was staring at the man in horror. Stop
her! What in the world could he mean? What could he know about Bessie
The girl was a dear friend of Clif's who had come to Cuba to hunt
for a relative of hers.
Clif had left her under the protection of Gomez; and that was the
last he had heard of her.
And here was the brutal Spaniard mentioning her. How had he and how
had the villainous Ignacio learned about her?
It was small wonder that Clif started back; Bessie Stuart was the
dearest friend he had.
Meanwhile the Spaniard was leering at him.
The Yankee pig seems worried, he said. If that girl is his
sweetheart, he did not do wisely to leave her with the bandit Gomez.
Did he, Ignacio?
No, senor, was that person's grinning response.
For she will soon be somebody else's sweetheart, chuckled the
That was too much. Clif had held himself back, for he did not wish
those cruel men to know he could torment him.
But at that last remark he could no longer restrain his anxiety. He
sprang toward the Spanish captain with a pleading look on his face.
Tell me! he cried. Tell mewhere is she?
The other's lip curled sneeringly as he stared at him.
You are very much interested, said he. Well, to be sure, the girl
is prettypretty as I ever saw, unfortunately for her. But you may see
her again. I expectshe is likely to be in the same prison with you.
Every drop of blood left Clif's face at those terrible words. Bessie
Stuart in prison!
Merciful providence! he gasped.
And then once more he sprang toward the Spaniard, a look on his
face, a look of agony that would have touched a heart of stone.
For Heaven's sake, sir, he gasped, tell me!
Tell you what?
Is she in Havana?
The Spaniard laughed softly.
Then he nodded toward Ignacio.
Ask him, he said. He keeps track of such people for us. She has
been here some time now; and people who get into our prisons don'tha!
ha! they don't get out in a hurry, do them, Ignacio?
And then she is very pretty, too, added the officer, with a laugh.
To the agony those remarks were raising in the mind of poor Clif
those two brutal men seemed quite insensible. Or perhaps they were
But if so, the officer had enough then, for he turned upon his heel
Enough of this nonsense, he said. You need not worry about your
sweetheart, for you will probably be dead by to-morrow.
And the man turned to the soldiers.
Those four prisoners, he said, pointing to the sailors, will be
kept here for the present. They will probably be exchanged in a few
days. We do not blame them for the crime this officer here committed.
As for him, he will probably be sent over to Morro Castle to-night.
And then the file of soldiers closed about the dazed cadet and led
him out of the room. He was scarcely able to walk by himself.
The last sound that he heard as he left the room was the fiendish
chuckle of the triumphant Ignacio.
CHAPTER XV. IN MORRO CASTLE.
That certainly was a day of triumph for the vindictive Spaniard. Not
only Clif Faraday was made wretched, but there was his friend, too, and
each a thousand times more unhappy because of the misfortune of the
Clif as he went out of that room was almost dazed; he could think of
nothing. He scarcely heard the sailors sadly bidding him good-by.
Nor did he notice anything else until he heard the clang of a door
behind him, he realized then from the darkness and silence about him
that he was alone in one of the cells of the prison.
It was not for himself that the poor cadet feared. He could have
marched out without flinching and faced a dozen rifles aimed at his
But it was for Bessie Stuart, fallen into the hands of these brutal
men. The fate that was before her was enough to make Clif wish her
He racked his brains trying to think of how she could have come to
Havana; could she have been captured in a battle? And what had Ignacio
to do with it?
But poor Clif knew nothing, and could think of nothing except that
she was here, and he powerless to aid her.
His own fate was terrible enough, though he hardly thought of that.
He was to be sent at night to Morro.
Many indeed were the unfortunates who had gone to take that sea trip
in the darkness and never come backand sometimes not reached their
destination either. It was a terrible journey, that short ride across
But the cadet did not even stop to realize that. He had but one
thought, and that he kept repeating over and over to himself in a state
of confusion and despair. He never moved from his one position on the
floor; and the hours flew by unheeded.
Once and once only the heavy door of the cell was opened and that by
a man who shoved in a pitcher of water and a dish of food. He must have
thought the prisoner asleep.
And as a fact, Clif was half unconscious; he was too dazed to think
of anything. He had no hope and no chance of life, and nothing to think
of except that Bessie Stuart was captured and he could not aid her.
So the long day wore by; it was as a man waking from a deep sleep
that the wretched American looked up when the door of that cell was
opened again. He found that the hours had flown by, and that the time
for the trip to Morro had come.
If Clif had cared about anything then he would have shivered with
horror at that moment, for it was surely gruesome and uncanny enough.
Three men there were, dark, silent, shadowy figures who entered the
damp cell. The only light they had was from a dark lantern, which they
flashed upon the solitary prisoner.
They found him still lying on the floor, but he raised up to look at
them, his haggard, tortured face shining white in the rays of the
Get up, commanded one of the men, in a low, muffled voice. Get
The face of the speaker was shrouded in darkness, but Clif
recognized the voice, and a cold chill shot over him.
Ignacio again! he gasped.
Yes. And Clif thought that this was the lastthat Ignacio had
gained his purpose. The task of murder was left to him.
But there was no chance of resistance. Clif felt the cold muzzle of
a revolver pressed to his head, and so he put the thought away.
One of the men snapped a pair of handcuffs about his wrists, as if
to make sure of him in case the ropes were not strong enough. And then
one of them seized him by each arm and Ignacio stepped behind with the
And so out of the cell they marched and down the long corridor and
out of the building into the open air.
Clif had chance for but one deep breath of it. A moment later he was
shoved into a wagon that was in front of the door.
There he was seated between one of the men and the chuckling
Ignacio. The other man was driving and they rattled off down the
Where they were going the unfortunate victim had no idea. Perhaps to
some lonely spot where Ignacio could torture him to his fiendish
heart's content! But there was no use in making an outcry.
And Clif realized it and sat perfectly silent. He would give his
enemies no more satisfaction than he could help.
Clif did not think that it could be the trip to Morro that was
before him; it was too early for such a deed of darkness. If he were
dropped overboard upon the way some one might see it.
But as it actually happened, Morro was his destination. And he
really reached Morro, too. Perhaps the city jail was not considered
strong enough for such a villain as he.
And the carriage stopped at a wharf. A small launch was waiting
there, and the party boarded her and were swept across to the other
side in a very short while.
So in a short while the walls of Havana's strongest dungeon shut
upon Clif Faraday. He was a prisoner in Morro, famous or infamous, for
its deeds of horror.
For it was in this place, as Clif knew, that all the torture and
cruelty of the Spanish nature had been wreaked upon the unfortunate
Cubans or Americans who fell into the hands of Weyler. It was here that
Ruiz had been murdered, and hundreds of wretches besidestheir name
and fate being hidden forever by the walls of that horrible place.
And Clif was going then under the guidance of Ignacio. It was plain
that the fiendish man had secured his purpose, for he was in command of
the little party. And it was his to decide what was to be done with
How the man had secured that privilege from the authorities Clif
could not hope to know. That he had gotten it as a reward for some deed
of darkness he did not doubt.
Perhaps it was for capturing Bessie Stuart, was the thought that
flashed over the lad.
Again when the black, silent walls of Morro loomed up before them
and the great gate opened nobody asked any questions of Ignacio. He
showed a note, and it passed him from sentry to sentry; and the party
passed down a flight of stairs into a cold, damp, stone corridor black
Poor Clif could not help but think of his own fate then. Ignacio's
cruelty and hatred were such that no torture would be terrible enough
for him. And he seemed to have his prisoner entirely to his own
The great vault through which they were going echoed dimly to the
footsteps of the party. They seemed to be down in a sort of a cellar,
and they were winding their way through secret passages in almost
But Ignacio knew the wayprobably the fellow had been in those
gloomy dungeons before.
He stopped suddenly and flashed the lantern upon a rusty iron door.
It was solid and heavy, but Ignacio took a key from his pocket and
It swung back, creaking dismally upon its hinges. And Ignacio
flashed the light of his lantern in.
He staggered back quite white with fright as he did so. For there
was a series of thumping, shuffling sounds, and a shrill noise that
made his blood run cold.
But in a moment he again stepped forward, laughing under his breath.
Por dios! he exclaimed. The rats! They must be hungry!
And he stepped into the room. His foot splashed into a small puddle
of water on the reeking, earthen floor. But he pressed on, flashing his
lantern about the granite walls.
It was a tiny black cavern into which he had come.
There was a stone bench at one side of the horrible place, and in
the wall by it a heavy ring and a thick iron chain.
It was but a minute more before Clif's ankles were locked firmly in
the ring, and then he was utterly helpless.
For but a moment Ignacio stood looking at him, flashing the lantern
full in his face. And then he turned and motioned to the two men.
Without a word they faced about and stole away. They went out of the
door, and Ignacio, trembling all over with his fiendish eagerness, shut
the great iron barrier and locked it.
And then with a hoarse cry of rage he faced about.
Clif Faraday was alone with his deadly and merciless foe!
CHAPTER XVI. IN THE DUNGEON VAULTS.
Ignacio was a horrible object to contemplate at that moment, and it
was but little wonder that Clif turned sick and faint as he watched
The man seemed fairly turned into a devil then. He seemed insane. He
was alone, absolutely alone, with his victim. And no one under heaven
could stop him. He had the key himself! And he had his prisoner
iron-bound and helpless!
For several moments the man fairly danced about the place, yelling
as if to prove to his hated foe that there was no care for anything any
And then suddenly he made a leap at him.
He crouched in front of him until his gleaming eyes shone into his
face, and his hot breath could be felt. His claw-like fingers he seemed
scarcely able to keep away from Clif.
Yankee! he hissed, in a wild voice. Yankee, do you know where you
The fiendish man saw the white look on his victim's face; and he
You do know! he cried. You do know! Ha! ha! You are in Morro,
deep in the lowest vault! And no soul can come near younear youhear
He struck him in the face as if to draw his attention.
Listen; yes, stare at me! I don't wonder you quake. You have defied
meha, ha! You have ruined all my plans, but I've got you now. And,
oh, how I will pay you back, how I will twist you and tear you! You
shall pay for everything. And you may shriek and scream and no one will
know it more than if you did not. Listen!
And again from sheer bravado Ignacio raised his voice and shouted.
The sound died in the grave-like cellthe granite and the iron shut it
You see! panted Ignacio. Not a soul heard! And you are mine. Ah,
they hate you and they like me, for I told them about that girl. Ha,
ha! You wince!
Ignacio's face was almost touching Clif's as he hissed that.
You can't get away! he yelled. And, oh, the things that I shall
do to you! I've got instruments up stairs to tear you to pieces, burn
your eyes outbut never kill you, oh, no! And all night you will
scream, and all to-morrow, if I choose. And I will watch youI and the
rats. And the rats will eat you, too!
As if to add horror to the devil's gleeful statement, a huge slimy
rat ran across Clif's body just then; it made him shiver all over.
And Ignacio danced about as he saw him.
Ha, ha! he cried. You begin! But wait till I startwait till you
begin to feel some agonytill I begin to tear your eyes out! Then will
you yell? When I get through with youha, ha!when you are dead,
perhaps weeks from now, you won't mind the rats any more! You may stay
in here in this grave for the Yankees to find if they capture Morro as
they say they will. Oh, I will make it a sight for them!
Clif could not have stood the strain of that horrible ordeal much
longer; he would have fainted away.
But then the fiendish Spaniard's impatience got the better of him.
And he turned and crept toward the door again.
I will get the instruments, he whispered, hoarsely. The torture
instruments. Santa Maria, what things they are! And how you will
A moment later he turned the key and stepped out. He shut the door
and locked it. And Clif was left alone in all the blackness and horror
of that slimy place.
Never as long as he lives will he forget the agony of that long
wait. He sat straining his ears and listening for the first sign of the
fiend's return. He knew that he might come back any instant and begin
his horrible, merciless tormenting.
Clif knew that man for a devil incarnate. He would sooner have
looked for mercy in a hyena.
For Ignacio was of the race of the Inquisition; and of the horrors
of the Inquisition this was a fair sample.
The wretched American knew that he was alone and that he could look
for no rescue. He was buried in the very centre of the earthor the
centre of hades.
And his cries would be heard only by Ignacio.
Clif knew also that the frenzied villain would make haste, that he
would come back panting and eager. Appalled, half dazed, he sat and
The first thing he would hear would be the grating of the key; and
then would come horrors inconceivable.
Seconds were years at that time. Clif thought that his hair would
turn white from the suspense.
And then suddenly he gave a gasp.
There he was!
Yes, the key was sliding in. And now it was turning!
And then slowly the door was openedgroaning and creaking.
Clif imagined the dark, crouching figure. He had left the lantern
behind while these deeds of darkness went on.
The tomb-like cell was absolutely black, and Clif could not see one
thing. But he heard the door shut, heard the key turned. He shivered as
in an ague fit.
Above the noise of the scampering rats he heard a soft, stealthy
footstep as the man crept across the floor.
And then came the scratching sound of a hand running along the wall.
He was feeling for him!
And a moment later Clif gave an involuntary cry as he felt the hand
touch his face.
Perfectly motionless and paralyzed he sat and fancied what might be
going on in the blackness after that. He felt, the hand pass downward
along his body, felt it fumbling at the manacles that bound his ankles
to the wall of the cell.
Then to his surprise, his consternation, he heard a key softly
What happened then almost took away his breath.
The iron fell off.
He was loose!
Can he be going to take me elsewhere? Clif gasped.
But he nerved himself for one thing; gathered his muscles for it.
Before Ignacio secured him again he would get a kick, one that would
almost kill him.
Eagerly Clif waited, to see what would happen next.
But what did happen was more startling and incredible yet; he could
scarcely believe his senses.
For he felt the hands running down his arm. They fumbled at his
wrists for an instant.
And then with a clatter the handcuffs dropped to the ground!
Merciful heavens! Clif thought to himself. Can he be insane?
For a moment he actually thought so; then it flashed over him that
perhaps the fiend was torturing him with the most horrible of all
He'll wish he hadn't! Clif gasped, as he braced his muscles.
But that was not the true solution of the mystery; there were
stranger things yet stranger and stranger.
The only things that bound Clif now were the ropes that had held his
wrists at first. He tugged at them, but in vain.
There was a moment's silent pause. And then to Clif's unutterable
consternation he heard another sound, a sound from across the rooma
low, grating sound!
It left him breathless.
Some one else was coming into the cell!
And with one rush the true state of affairs swept over Clif.
This isn't Ignacio! he panted.
And a moment later he received proof positive of that fact. For
again the hand stole down his arms and there came a couple of quick
slashing cuts that hurt his wrists more than the ropes.
But seconds were precious then. In one of them Clif's hands were
And his pulses leaped as he felt the knife thrust into his palm. He
clutched it, and he heard one word whisperedin English:
And then the dark figure stole swiftly over to the other side of the
cell. It was at the same instant that the door was opened and the light
of a lantern flashed in.
It was Ignacio returning!
CHAPTER XVII. OUT OF THE DUNGEON.
The furious Spaniard came in like some wild beast, fairly gnashing
his teeth and snarling to himself in his rage.
Clif had but a moment, but he was quick to think; he sprang back to
his old position, slipping his feet into the iron ring and putting his
hands behind him.
And Ignacio never noticed any difference, in fact he did not look at
Clif until he had set down the lantern and shut the heavy door.
He turned the key again and then faced about; touching low and
muttering to himself, he stole swiftly across the floor.
And his gleaming eyes flashed into Clif's face.
Yankee! he hissed, I am back. Do you hear me? Ha, ha!
As if to make sure that he heard him he struck him once more across
Listen! he cried. Ha, ha!and tremble.
Clif's blood rose at that blow, but he held himself back and watched
That was a moment of peril for the treacherous Spaniard; what would
have been his terror may be imagined, had he known the victim into
whose eyes he was glaring was clutching in one hand a sharp knife,
ready at any instant to plunge it into him.
But the fellow had no idea of his peril; he was at the very height
of his triumph and his dark, beady eyes gleamed ferociously out of the
shadows of that damp and silent vault.
But he must have noticed that some of the color had come back into
You are still defiant, he cried. You still do not tremble. But
waitwait till you begin to feel what I have for you. Did you see
those iron things I brought in? Ha, ha! There is one I will fasten
about your forehead and draw it tight till your very brain bursts. And
then will you like it? Hey? Will you turn pale then? Will you scream?
Ha, ha!and I shall dance around you and watch you. Will you be sorry
you interfered with me then?
Ignacio might have taunted his victim that way for hours, but he was
too eager and impatient. He whirled about and sprang toward the door.
Santa Maria! he panted. I will get it! I will begin! I must hear
And he snatched up something from the floor and taking the lantern
in his other hand bounded back toward Clif.
Are you ready? he exclaimed. Yankee pig, begin to scream!
And he flashed the lantern's light upon him.
That was the crisis of the situation; for as the Spaniard looked he
made the appalling discovery that his victim's feet were untied.
And he staggered back, dazed.
Por dios! he gasped.
And that exclamation was his last sound.
Clif had nerved himself for the spring; for he knew that Ignacio
might have a revolver and that no risks could be taken.
But at that instant a dark, shadowy form rose up behind Ignacio.
And one of his own iron instruments was raised above his head. It
came down with a hissing sound, and then a heavy thud.
And Ignacio dropped without a groan, without even a quiver. He lay
perfectly motionless. His villainy was at an end.
Clif had sprung up as he saw that, and he gave a gasp of joy. Then
he sprang toward his deliverer.
The shadowy stranger took no notice of him at first, but stooped and
picked up the lantern, turning the light of it upon Ignacio.
The villain's face was fixed in a look of horror; it made both Clif
and the stranger shudder.
The latter regarded it for a moment silently. The cadet could not
see, but he was fingering a knife, as if undecided what to do.
Who his mysterious deliverer was Clif had no idea. The single ray
from the lantern did not furnish light enough for him to see anything;
and the person had spoken but one wordFight.
But the cadet's heart was full of gratitude; he sprang toward the
Who are you? he cried. I owe my life to youlet me thank you!
But the other motioned him back, and then for a few moments there
was a silence, while both stared at Ignacio's silent form.
When the stranger moved it was to point toward the door.
Go, said he to Clif, in a low, whispering voice. Go; we will
leave him here.
And with that the mysterious person unlocked the great iron barrier
and followed Clif out. The door clanged upon that ghastly scene, and
Clif Faraday gave a sigh of relief.
Yet there was so much before him that he soon forgot that hideous
For where was he going? And who was this stranger? And why had he
rescued him? And what did he mean to do to Clif?
Nothing could be learned in that dark corridor, for Clif could see
no more there than inside of the room. But the stranger stumbled on and
They came to an iron ladder, leading up to the floor above. Up that
the man went, the cadet following; that took them to another long stone
passage, dark as ever.
On they went, turning and winding about, but still not hesitating.
And then suddenly the man halted in front of a grated door.
The key was in the lock and the door opened promptly as he turned
Enter, said he.
Clif went in, and he heard the door shut behind him. It flashed over
him then that he had only been taken to another cell.
But when he whirled about he saw that the stranger had entered, too.
The dark figure brushed past him and went across the room. A moment
afterward Clif heard him in the act of striking a match.
And then the light of a lamp lit up the little room. By it the eager
cadet could see his rescuer, and he stared anxiously.
Further secrecy seemed not intended. The stranger faced about and
each looked at the other steadfastly.
What the mysterious man saw was a tall, handsome American in a blue
uniform, his face rather pale.
Clif in turn saw also a man in a blue uniform; he had to take but
one glance to see that he was a lieutenant in the Spanish army.
He was a tall, finely proportioned man, rather young, and with a
slight dark mustache. He had the dark skin and the features of a
Spaniard; but Clif thought he had never seen a finer looking military
For a moment Clif gazed at him in silence. Then he stepped toward
Tell me, sir, he said. Why have you done this?
The officer answered in a low, quiet voice:
You will soon know, said he. Do not be impatient.
You have saved me from a horrible fate, said the cadet, his voice
choking. I do not know how to thank you.
Do not try, answered the other. You have some one else to thank.
And then he became silent again, watching Clif. He seemed to be very
much interested in him, from the way he studied the American's face.
And once he gave a slight sigh.
Clif looked at him in surprise; but the man turned away, and he went
toward the door.
I will return soon, said he, again in that quiet, firm voice.
There was nothing for Clif to do but wait; for when the door shut he
was locked in the cell.
That man's action was a mysterious one indeed. It left the cadet
plenty to think of. He saw now where he got the keys. He was evidently
one of the officers in charge of the castle.
But why had he done it? Clif was utterly baffled before that
But it was not for very long; he soon learned, and in a startling
and unexpected way.
Clif had not noticed it, but there was another door to that cell. It
was behind him, leading to a small room in the rear.
While he stood there motionless and lost in thought waiting for the
Spaniard's return, that door was silently opened, and a figure stood
And then suddenly it stepped out and came across the room.
The cadet heard it then, and whirled about. He took one glance.
And then he staggered back with a cry of consternation.
It was Bessie Stuart!
For one instant the two stood and stared at each other as if to make
sure that their eyes did not deceive them. And then, with a cry of
delight that came from his very soul, Clif sprang toward the girl.
Bessie Stuart looked as if she had been through some terrible
ordeal, for her face was pale; the emotion of meeting Clif almost
overcame her, and she burst into tears upon his shoulder.
Clif himself was so dazed that he hardly knew what to think. He
caught the girl in his arms to keep her from falling.
Bessie, he cried, how on earth did you get here?
The cadet's brain was in a whirl at that moment. He began to see
what the Spaniard meant when he said it was for some other person's
sake that he had rescued Clif. It was for her sake!
And it must have been by some terrible sacrifice that she had saved
him from the torture.
Bessie! he cried. Tell methat officer. What
The girl looked up through her tears.
S-sh! she exclaimed. It is all right. Wait.
And at that instant Clif heard a key turn in the door, and knew that
it was the man returning.
Clif gazed into the girl's face and he saw a look of joy upon it
that partially reassured him; then he looked up and saw that the
Spanish lieutenant had entered and was watching them.
In his quiet way he studied the faces of the two; he saw the look of
happiness on Bessie Stuart's face, and he must have known that it was
because she had met the cadet again.
Clif saw him press his lips together resolutely. The cadet was
watching him with the intensest anxiety, for he hoped in that man's
actions to read the meaning of this mystery.
But the Spaniard's handsome face showed little emotion, though his
chest heaved and fell as he stood there.
And then suddenly he stepped forward toward the two.
I have brought it, Miss Stuart, he said, with a dignified bow.
He held out a heavy cloth cape, which the girl flung over her
shoulders; then, leaning on Clif's arm, she stepped toward the door.
I am ready, she said.
And without another word the officer turned and led the way out of
He shut the door and locked it behind him and then went on down the
Clif was mystified beyond expression, but he asked no questions. The
three went on silently. Bessie Stuart was so weak that she had to be
They had gone but a short way down the long passage before they met
a sentry with a gun upon his shoulder; he glanced at them inquiringly.
But the lieutenant was not one who could be asked for explanations,
and the soldier saluted and passed on.
They passed through two heavily grated doors, each guarded in a
similar way. But still not a word was spoken.
And then suddenly Clif saw the passage broaden out into a wide hall,
and a moment later he came to what he knew to be the great door by
which he had first entered.
There were two men standing on guard there, either sentries or
jailers. Clif could not see which. The party came to a halt.
Garcia, said the lieutenant, these are two prisoners, Americans,
whom I have been directed to take across the bay.
The man saluted and bowed respectfully.
Have you the order? he inquired.
I have not. The commander had no time to give one to me. There is
some hurry in the matter, I believe.
It is somewhat irregular, lieutenant.
I will assume full responsibility, said the other, quietly.
The man scanned the two prisoners closely.
They are not even bound, he objected.
I will assume full responsibility, said the officer again.
He spoke rather sharply; and without another word the man hastened
to swing back the door.
And the three stepped out of that black prison into the open air and
under the broad sky of heaven.
And the lieutenant turned toward the two Americans.
You are free, he said, quietly. Fly for your lives!
CHAPTER XVIII. CLIF FARADAY'S
It is needless to say that Clif stared at the man in amazement. But
an instant before he had heard him state that he was willing to assume
responsibility for them as prisoners.
And now he was saying that they were free!
But there was no time to ask any questions. Bessie Stuart was
clinging to Clif's arm and urging him on.
Have you got some place to hide us? she inquired anxiously of the
It is hardly likely that I would leave you here, was the other's
quiet answer. Come.
He led them away from the prison. A short distance off there was
standing a small closed carriage.
Here it is, said the Spaniard. Step in.
Clif helped the girl inside; and then entered himself. He expected
the officer to follow, but he did not; he clambered up with the driver.
And the carriage rattled off down the road.
Clif saw his chance then. He turned eagerly toward the girl.
Bessie! he cried, for Heaven's sake, tell me what this all means.
Who is this man? And why is he setting us at liberty?
The girl sank back weakly in the seat.
I will tell you the story, Clif, she said. There is plenty of
time, for we have a long ways to go.
He is ruining himself for us! Clif exclaimed. For you! Why he
will be court-martialed and shot if he lets us get away.
I know it, groaned the girl, choking down a sob. I know it. We
talked it all over beforehand. But it was a question of his life or
Are you sure he is not tricking us? gasped Clifkidnapping us?
The girl smiled sadly.
You do not understand the circumstances, she said. Wait, and let
me tell you.
Clif missed in his friend the old self-reliant manner that she had
always had; she was nervous and weak, and it was plain that she was not
And Clif was trembling all over with anxiety as he watched her.
Go on! he cried. Tell me. How did you get here, in the first
You left me with Gomez, began the girl, taking a deep breath. I
did not stay very long, for he was marching about, and I could not
stand the strain. He wanted me to go to one of the Cuban villages in
the interior where his family was; but I was anxious to get back to the
United States. And so I came here to Havana
Yes, for I thought no one would know me.
And Ignacio saw you?
Yes, and recognized me. But that was only the other day.
Where were you meanwhile?
I had a letter to the British consul, and I stayed at his home.
There was so much suffering in this city that I couldn't stay idle. I
used to go to the hospitals to take care of the poor people, the
Cubans. And that was how I met Lieutenant Hernandez.
Who is he?
He is the man who has rescued us. He had been hurt in the Matanzas
bombardment, and one of his arms was terribly cut. I took care of
himhe was there because the military hospitals were crowded. And,
Clif, III guess he fell in love with me.
The girl flushed as she said that.
I should not tell, perhaps, she went on, hastily. But it is your
right to know this, and you would not understand if I didn't tell you.
Clif, he asked me to marry him.
Clif started and turned pale.
Bessie! he exclaimed in horror.
The thought of that girl's marrying the Spanish officer was
terrible. It flashed over him that that was the reason why the rescue
had been attempted.
Oh, Bessie! he cried again.
Clif had never breathed a word of love to her in his life. But all
through their trying journey through Cuba he had protected her, fairly
worshiped her. And he had thought she understood his feelings.
And now he thought that he had lost hershe had promised to be that
officer's wife! It was no wonder that he felt his hands grow icy.
His heart fairly stood still as he waited for the girl to go on.
I will tell you, said Bessie. You must know in the first place
that this man is a gentleman, a hero in fact. You will understand it
when I tell you what he has done.
When he left the hospital, as I say, he begged me to marry
himdeclared he would resign from the army if I would.
The girl was breathing hard as she continued; it was evident that
the subject pained her.
I felt so sorry for him, she said, in a low, trembling voice. For
I think it has nearly broken his heart. I refused him. I told him that
I liked him, but I did not, I could not marry him. I had been kind to
him because he was ill. He swore that he would die for meand, Clif, I
think he has nearly carried out his promise.
Bessie Stuart choked down a sob.
I refused him, she said again. And then came the horrible
Ignacio. He saw me on the street. That was three days ago; and that
same day I was placed under arrest.
Why, Ignacio knew that I had been fighting with Gomez; you know we
had a fight with some Spaniards when he was along. And so there was no
chance for me. The British consul did all he could for me, but there
was no hope. I could not deny the charges. And, oh, Clif, I have had a
frightful time. I was taken over to those horrible dungeons in Morro.
And I was sentenced to death. I was to be taken out and shot
The girl stopped for a few moments to recover her composure.
And how did you find out about me? asked Clif.
I will tell you, said Bessie. But first I must go on about this
Lieutenant Hernandez. I did not know it, but he was stationed over
here. And when he found out what had happened to me he managed to come
in to see me.
And then Clif felt able to complete that story.
I suppose, said he, that he offered to free you if you would
Bessie Stuart smiled sadly.
You do not know the man, said she. I will tell you what he did
say. I can almost hear him saying it.
'Miss Stuart,' he said, 'you have said you do not love me. And I
think you love some one elseI do not know whom; but I will not make
you unhappy by urging you any more. I might take advantage of your
present position to get you to promise to marry me. But I will not. If
you will be ready to-night I will help you to escape, and prove what I
said about dying for you.'
The girl stopped and sat silent, too much moved to speak. And Clif
was too astonished.
That was indeed the act of a noble nature. The cadet saw it all
then, why the man had freed them and why he and the girl were both so
quiet and sad. Lieutenant Hernandez had given his life for hers.
It was fully a minute before anything more was said. Then Bessie
Stuart began again, in a low voice:
About you, she said. It was the lieutenant who told me, quite by
accident. He said there were five Americans captured, one a cadet, and
that he was to be killed. When I asked the name and he told me, I
fainted dead away. And I think that hurt the lieutenant more than
I told him the story, how you had twice rescued me from the
Spaniards. And he askedhe asked if you were his rival.
The girl stepped abruptly.
And you said that I was, I hope, said Clif, quietly.
Most women would have been embarrassed by a question such as that.
But Bessie Stuart was not.
There was some of the old-time self-possession in her voice as she
responded. She turned and looked fairly into Clif's eyes.
I know you well enough to speak my mind, she said. Yes, I told
him that you were.
And then the two sat perfectly silent, looking at each other. It was
a very few words they had said, but they covered a lifetime of feeling.
In that quiet way and under those strange circumstances Clif had
unbosomed his heart; and Bessie Stuart had done the same.
It was the first word that Clif had ever said to indicate how he
felt toward her.
For the two sat in silence for a minute or so; and then Clif went
You told this officer that I was his rival, said he; that you
loved me and that I was the only barrier to his hopes?
I did, said the girl.
And he still was willing to save my life?
You see what he has done, answered the other. He said that he
loved me, that he would risk his life to make me happy. And here we
But not happy, Clif added, half under his breath.
Then again there was a long silence. One cannot say much when one
feels as deeply as those two felt then.
Clif thought of the heroism of that quiet Spanish officer. And his
heart went out toward him. He fancied what the man's own feelings must
be, the loneliness and the desolation.
He had ruined himself, accepted voluntarily disgrace and a shameful
death. And all in order that a woman who had been kind to him might be
set free and made happy.
Of the death there could be no doubt. When that officer was caught
he would have it to face. And he would face it for the sake of Bessie
And moreover, he was aiding Clif, his rival, the one who was robbing
him of his heart's desire; he was helping him to freedom so that the
cadet, when his work in the war was done, might claim the woman he
loved as his reward.
That was heroism; not the noisy kind in the battle, which every one
sees and applauds, but the quiet kind that knows it is right and cares
for no one else.
Clif felt that he could worship such a man as that.
And it is needless to say that his conscience troubled him. What
right had he to accept such a sacrifice?
But the alternative was a terrible one. The lieutenant might flee
with them to the United States; and then
Clif could not finish the thought; it made him shudder.
Just then Bessie Stuart spoke again.
Clif, she said, I have something to say to you. And I shall speak
plainly, for there is no time to hesitate. I have told you how I feel
toward you; I have told you that I loved you. Neither of us would have
declared our feelings, I suppose, if it had not been for this
situation. But I have been with you for months, and I have never known
you to do anything I could not admire. And mine is no childish fancy,
Clif, for we have been doing the work of men, you and I. Clif
The girl choked back a soband then went on:
We must stop, she said, stop where we are.
Clif knew what was coming, and he felt his blood surging. Bessie
Stuart's hand was in his and it was trembling.
For a moment she could not speak; the words would not come.
But then with that terrible self-command she sometimes displayed,
she mastered her emotion and turned to look into her companion's face.
Clif, she said, you know what I mean. You must let me marry this
Clif had known, and so he did not move when he heard those awful
words. He sat perfectly motionless, almost frozen; he felt the girl's
hand turn cold in his.
The carriage rolled on, and for at least one long, long minute there
was not a sound. The girl was listening, trembling again; and Clif,
half dazed was thinking to himself, thinking again and again of that
death knell, You must let me marry this officer.
And it was true. Clif knew it. It was his duty; and the feeling
lingered in his mind that if he had half the heroism of that Spaniard
he would have said so long ago.
At last he spoke. His mouth was dry and his voice husky, but he
forced the words out.
And they were the right ones.
Yes, said he, you must marry him. And we must never meet again.
And then once more came the terrible silence. Bessie Stuart heard
him choke down a sob; and her heart was ready to break.
For this cadet was the dearest friend she had. She had been through
terrible dangers with him, coming to love him more every day, as she
saw the brave man's daring. And no one could ever know now how she felt
But there was her duty; and though she was nearly ready to faint,
she sat perfectly motionless by his side.
And so for two or three minutes they rode on in silence; then
suddenly they heard the driver of the carriage stopping his horses.
We are there, said Clif, in a husky voice.
He turned to look at the girl once more; he found that she was
gazing at him, and their eyes met.
There was anguish in both of their faces; Miss Stuart could scarcely
see for her tears.
But Clif took her hands in his. All the emotion of his lifetime
seemed crowded into that moment. He bent toward her and their lips met
in one trembling kiss.
And then with a set look on his face the cadet rose from his seat
and opened the door of the carriage, which had stopped.
CHAPTER XIX. A FAREWELL.
Clif found Lieutenant Hernandez waiting for them to come out. Both
he and the driver had descended from the carriage.
It was quite dark where they were, apparently surrounded by a lonely
woods. But by such light as there was Clif looked at the officer
Now since he had heard that story he was more than anxious to study
his face, to see what manner of man this was.
The lieutenant still wore the calm, quiet look; he seemed almost
If you will follow me a short distance, he said, we shall reach a
place where we can remain concealed until morning.
He started across the country, after a few words with the driver of
the carriage; they had not gone very far before the faint roaring of
the breakers on the beach became audible.
You see, said the Spaniard, we are near the sea. We are only
about four miles from Havana harbor, and you may make an effort to
reach the blockading fleet in the morning.
Obviously, it would not do to try it in the darkness. They might be
run down or lost or fired on or swept out to sea.
But it will be daylight in a few hours, said the lieutenant.
And then the three went on in silence until suddenly a small hut
loomed up in the darkness.
It is deserted, said their guide. We can conceal ourselves
And accordingly, they crept through the low doorway, and finding the
place covered with straw inside, sat down to wait.
There was no conversation among them, for each one of the trio was
wrapped in his own sad thoughts. The place was in absolute darkness,
and so they could not see each other.
But Clif was revolving a plan over in his thoughts, and it was not
very many minutes before he made up his mind.
He rose to his feet again.
Excuse me for a while, he said. I will return.
And with that he hurried out of the hut.
Bessie Stuart knew why he had gone, and after a moment's silence she
turned toward the lieutenant.
My friend has left, she said, in order that I may have a chance
to talk to you.
The officer answered nothing; the girl went on slowly.
Lieutenant Hernandez, she said will you answer me a question?
What is it?
What do you intend to do?
How do you mean?
I mean that you will be court-martialed if you return to
Yes, said the other, I know that.
Do you mean to return there?
Such are my plans at present, was the quiet response.
Miss Stuart thought a moment before she began again.
Lieutenant Hernandez, she said at last, you have been a hero
I have done my best, said the man.
You have done what few men would have. You have given your life for
Yes, answered he, I have.
But there are other heroes, Lieutenant Hernandez, said the girl.
You have inspired us two. That is what I wish to speak to you about. I
have a better plan than your return to Havana.
What is it?
Come to America with us
Then I will do my best to repay your favor. I will do as you have
I mean that I will marry you the day that we arrive.
The girl said those words in a low, earnest tone. She saw the
officer give a start, she even fancied she heard his heart begin to
But he said nothing. The two sat as they were in silence. The
Spaniard was having his struggle then.
The pause continued for at least five minutes; it was broken only
Does Cadet Faraday know of this? asked the officer.
He does, said the girl. We talked it over in the carriage.
And he said that he was willing to give you up?
I am glad that I saved him, muttered the man.
Bessie Stuart was a little puzzled to catch the drift of that last
remark. But she soon saw what it meant.
She was quite startled by the decision to which the Spaniard came.
Miss Stuart, he began, in a low, trembling voice, this is indeed
a reward for my helping you. I cannot tell you how much I appreciate
it. It shows me that those I helped were worth helping. And it makes me
all the more sorry.
Yes, sorry that it cannot be.
The girl gave a slight gasp.
What cannot be?
I cannot marry you. I will not.
The officer paused for a moment, then he went on.
It is plain to me, he said, that you have worshiped this cadet. I
do not blame you, after what I have just seen of him. I have heard of
his bravery, too, and he is worthy of youmore so than I am. As I say,
Miss Stuart, you love him; and you do not love me. You make this
proposal to me from a sense of duty, and I cannot think of accepting
it. You would never be happy again.
The girl started to protest, but the lieutenant held up his hand to
No, he said, there are more reasons, even stronger ones, I could
not think of going to the United States. I could not think of turning
traitor to my country. You forget, since I have helped you, that I am
still a Spaniard; and while this war continues I shall remain with my
But they will kill you!
They may do what they please with me. It is not for me to say. I
have done my duty; I will not become a traitor.
The officer was silent for a moment, sadly staring ahead in the
You Americans forget how we Spaniards feel, he began slowly. You
think us foolish to fight for a dying country. I know that it is dying;
for I am not one of those who blind their eyes and boast. I know that
we are bankrupt and disorganized, our men dying, and our enemies
closing in on us. We cannot keep up with modern nations. But, Miss
Stuart, it is still Spain, my native land; my friends are there, my
memories are there. And Spain's enemies are mine.
There was a gleam in the proud Castilian's eyes as he said that; but
then he sank back with a sigh.
It is useless, he said, foolish, if you will. And I am tired of
the struggle, tired of weeping at my country's trials, her follies. I
shall be glad to leave. I can die without a murmur. When I go back to
Havana I shall have no one to care about me, and it will soon be over.
The man stopped abruptly.
I am through, he said.
You say you have no one to care for you, said the girl. I will
care for you.
But the officer only shook his head.
I should ruin your hopes, he said. You must not think of me at
all. If I came I should have no way of taking care of you; I will stay
in Cuba. And remember that I have done this to make you happybecause
I love you. If I leave you unhappy I shall know that I have died for
And there the matter ended. The calm officer only shook his head to
all of Bessie's arguments; he had his mind made up, and was as firm as
It seemed strange that the girl should be trying to persuade him to
marry her; but in her earnestness she never thought of that. The man's
sacrifice quite appalled her; she felt that she was not worth it, and
she did all she could to persuade him of her sincerity.
But Lieutenant Hernandez was unmoved.
I know that you love him, he said, and I know that your heart is
ready to break at the thought of leaving him. I can see it in the way
you look at him. I knew it when you fainted when I spoke of his danger.
And I do not blame you, for he is a braver man than I. But I will not
be coward enough to separate you. You would hate me.
Yes, and every decent American, too. What else has any man for a
traitor? I should kill myself for shame. No, no!
And the girl realized to her despair what he said was true; but oh!
how her heart went out to that man!
The officer rose to his feet just then, as if to close the painful
discussion. Bessie Stuart rose, too, and she held out her hand to him.
He took and kissed it reverently; then his face still calm and
dignified, he stepped to the door.
It is best, he said, that I should go.
Can you not wait to see us start? asked the girl.
You will find a boat on the shore just in front of you, began the
other. And you had best start as soon as it is light. But there is
nobody about here, and you are not in any danger. As to my staying, I
will watch you from the woods, a short ways back. It would not be well
for me to stay here, for I am human
The man paused a moment as he gazed into the girl's beautiful face.
I am very weak, he said, with a sad smile. I might accept the
reward you offer.
And with that he bowed, then turned resolutely on his heel and
strode away into the darkness.
As he did so he passed Clif; and Clif, as he saw him leave rushed
toward the dark figure that stood in the doorway of the hut.
What had been Clif's agony of mind may be imagined. When he saw the
lieutenant going away it had flashed over him that perhaps he refused
the act of treason implied in his going to America.
And Clif's heart began to throb once more with the wild hope he had
tried so hard to suppress.
Bessie! he panted. Bessie! What did he say?
He has gone back to Havana, was the answer.
For an instant the two stood staring at each other, their hearts
throbbing with an emotion they were ashamed to call joy. Clif saw the
girl's slender figure trembling.
And he sprang forward and caught her in his arms just as she fainted
CHAPTER XX. AN UNEXPECTED PERIL.
How the long hours between then and sunrise passed away those two
hardly knew. Bessie Stuart, exhausted by her long nervous strain, sank
into a restless slumber. And Clif sat with his eyes fixed on the
gradually lightening doorway.
Clif wanted to feel happy, but he scarcely dared. For he had before
his mind the thought of that lonely Spanish officer, waiting somewhere
in the distance to see them depart and leave him to his fate.
It was a solemn thought, and it made Clif tremble. He almost wished
that the man had not rescued him.
But then again he thought of Ignacio and his frenzied cruelty, and
he felt that he would have died himself to save any man from such a
fate as that.
And now it was done and there was no undoing it. There was no way of
aiding the lieutenant, no way of persuading him, nothing but death for
him to face.
But as Clif sat there through the early hours of the morning and
gazed upon that silent figure by his side he felt that his love for
that girl was consecrated by that hero's sacrifice. There was a light
of high purpose in the brave man's eyes; he was accepting his life and
hers at the cost of another's, and the terms were such as made him feel
the meaning of his existence. It was to be no child's play, no blind
hunt for pleasure or wealth or fame, but a life with a purpose and
meaning, a struggle for the right.
I think his face will always be watching me, thought Clif.
And there were moments in his after life when the thought that that
quiet Spaniard's eyes were watching made him shrink from the base
things of life.
The light that shone in from the eastern sky gradually grew brighter
and brighter, and Clif awakened from his solemn reverie to the duty
that lay before him then.
He had Bessie Stuart to protect, and to lead from that position of
It would indeed be a frightful calamity, he thought, if that
sacrifice of Lieutenant Hernandez should avail nothing. If that girl
should fall once more into the clutches of the Spaniards.
For they are not all like that man, thought the lad.
And so he waited nervously until the light was bright enough. And
then very gently he awakened her and assisted her to rise.
The girl was weak and exhausted, but she gathered her strength for
this last final effort.
We have not far to go, Clif said. And we will soon be safe.
The two halted for a moment at the doorway of the hut and gazed out.
In the faint gray light they could not make out the line of the
shore beyond, but they heard the noise of the breakers and knew that it
was not far away.
And so half carrying his friend, Clif set out in the direction of
the sound. Once only he turned again.
That was to take a parting look in the direction he knew Lieutenant
Hernandez to be.
But he could make out only a dim line of woods behind him. No one
could be seen, and the place was lonely and silent and gray.
But Clif fancied those quiet eyes were watching him from the
There was no time to be lost, however, for no one knew when they
might chance to meet with some of the enemy; they were in the midst of
a thickly settled country.
And so they made their way swiftly down to the shore.
There they found a rowboat, drawn up on the beach a little beyond
them. Clif was startled to see a figure standing by it.
But it proved to be only a boy, and he hailed them and then
disappeared. Clif knew that he had been sent there to guard the boat;
it was more of the lieutenant's thoughtfulness.
The sight of that guarantee of safety revived Bessie Stuart's
spirits considerably; her step grew quicker and in a few moments they
reached the spot.
There were a pair of oars in the boat, which was a small one.
Without a word, Clif set to work to put it off from the shore.
That was as hard a task as could have been given him; for great
waves were rolling upon the beach. But Clif was an athlete and a sailor
besides; and the realization of their danger nerved his arm.
He seated the girl in the bow and ran the boat out with a rush; he
caught a favorable moment. He plunged on until the water was up to his
waist, and then he leaped into the boat and seized the oars just as
another great wave swept them in toward shore again.
But Clif pulled for his life and held his own; and when the current
set out again, he breasted the line of breakers and reached the sea
Bessie Stuart sat perfectly motionless, grasping the gunwale, until
she saw that they were safe. Then she gave a slight gasp and closed her
Clif had but one object, and that was to get as far from the coast
of Cuba as he could; every stroke that he rowed put him further away
from that dreaded shore.
And he knew, though he could not see them then, that far out to sea
lay the vessels of the blockading squadron. Once in sight of them and
the anxious fugitives were safe.
And so Clif put every ounce of muscle he had into that task. Not a
word more was spoken; but the man's lips were set in a desperate
resolve and his broad back heaved as he fought his way on.
There was a heavy sea, and progress was frightfully slow. Now that
they were so near to safety, to be recaptured would be frightful
But yet the cadet knew that Spanish soldiers on the shore might
catch sight of them at any moment, and come rushing down the beach to
Clif had rescued one man from just such a plight as that; and so as
he rowed he glanced nervously along the shore.
But he saw no one, and no one saw him. The light brightened until he
could make out everything along the coast, but there was no sign of any
one's having noticed them.
An so with his heart growing lighter at every moment Clif tugged at
the oars and forced the frail boat ahead through the waves. It was but
natural that his relief should be great, for his adventures upon that
island had been terrible ones indeed.
A warship is far from a safe place of residence, especially in war
time. But Clif felt that if he once got under the American flag again
all his worry would be at an end.
And so every stroke nearer was a cause for joy.
For perhaps five minutes he rowed on in silence. By that time he was
some distance from shore, though their progress was slow in the heavy
But they felt that they were safe. They felt that there was no
longer anything to be feared. And there was a silent prayer of
thanksgiving in Clif Faraday's heart.
And such being his feelings, the reader may imagine the horror and
consternation that swept over him a moment later.
For an appalling discovery was made, one that seemed fairly to
freeze Clif's blood.
He was struggling with his back toward Bessie Stuart. And the joy
that was in his heart was turned to horror by hearing the girl give a
The cadet whirled about.
He saw the girl, her face transfixed and white as a sheet, pointing
with a trembling finger off to starboard.
Clif followed the direction of her gaze; what he saw made his brain
reel, made him almost totter backward into the boat.
Not half a mile away, coming straight down the coast and bearing
down upon them at full speed, was a vessel, a low gunboat.
And high above her bow was floating a Spanish flag.
Clif stared at the frightful apparition as if he had seen a ghost.
What it meant to him may be imaginedthe failure of all their
hopestheir capture and death!
And there was not the slightest possibility of escape!
Perfectly wild with terror the agonized cadet whirled about, gazing
seaward, with a faint hope of the possibility of there being seen by
some American vessel.
But the gray horizon was not light enough for them to be sighted.
And all hope was gone.
Bessie Stuart continued pointing to the vessel as if she were
paralyzed by fright.
Row! Row! she shrieked.
And Clif seized the oars frantically. But he knew that it was
utterly useless. The gunboat was coming on like a race horse.
And scarcely had he taken two strokes before the matter was settled
finally. For there came a puff of white smoke from the Spaniard's bow.
And almost at the same instant with a deafening, blinding crash, a
solid shot struck the tiny rowboat.
It plunged through, almost tearing the frail craft in half, hurling
splinters about and sending the two horrified occupants tumbling into
CHAPTER XXI. RECAPTURED BY THE
Clif was so heartbroken at that sudden ending of all his hopes, that
he scarcely cared whether he was drowned or not. But he saw Bessie
Stuart struggling in the seething waters, and toward her he struck out
It took the cadet but a moment to reach her side. The shattered
wreck of the wooden boat was floating near, and to that he struggled,
helping her on.
And they reached it, in what it sounds like mockery to call safety.
The girl scarcely knew whether it were best to hold on or to drown.
But instinctively she clung to the side as the great waves swept
over them; and the two fixed their eyes upon the approaching vessel.
She came on swiftly, sheering the water with her sharp bow. And Clif
could see half a dozen men standing in the bow watching them.
Perhaps they have heard of our escape, he growled, and come after
The vessel was not coming from Havana, but the cadet knew that a
telegram might have sent it out.
At any rate, they were recaptured; and the horrors of Morro were
before them again.
Steadily the gunboat drew nearer; the two half-drowned Americans
were reached in a minute or two.
And the vessel slowed up and a rope was thrown to them. Clif
desperate from despair, seized it and drew himself close.
A couple of Spanish sailors leaned down from the low side and lifted
first the half unconscious girl and then the cadet up to the deck.
And then, weak and pale and dripping wet, they confronted a tall,
ugly-looking Spaniard with an officer's chevrons.
He stared at them curiously.
Who are you? he demanded.
And Clif, grim with desperation, looked him in the eye and answered
We are Americans, said he.
The Spaniard looked the amazement he felt.
Morro Castle! he echoed. Humph! How did you get out?
Take us back there and you'll find out, was Clif's defiant answer.
And with that he turned toward the girl to wipe her dripping hair
from her face.
He expected that the man would continue questioning them. But he was
mistaken. The Spanish gunboat had done a risky thing, running out as it
had, and her officers were anxious to get back.
The man turned away and hurried off. A sailor with a pair of
handcuffs approached Clif, and the cadet quietly allowed his wrists to
Bessie Stuart was fortunately spared that indignity. The sailor
gruffly ordered them to go below.
The vessel, meanwhile, had resumed her trip. She had been running
along close to the coast under cover of the darkness of the previous
night. And now she turned to steal back.
Clif's heart was heavy, and he was miserable beyond description.
But he turned and silently followed the sailor to the companionway.
They did not go below at once, however, for just then something
occurred that made the sailor stop.
The man who had first spoke to Clif, the captain, apparently, had
been sweeping the shore with his glass. And just then he gave a
Everybody heard him, and the Spanish sailor stopped and turned to
Clif was so listless and despairing that he did not take the trouble
to do likewise; but when he heard the exclamations of the men he felt
his heart give a leap.
They were staring at a man on the shore.
What in the world can be the matter with that fellow? cried the
Santa Maria! he is calling to us! exclaimed another.
He must be crazy, declared a third.
The captain, with his glass could see more plainly than the others,
and his astonishment grew greater.
Why, he's a Spanish officera lieutenant, I think! And he is
trying to hail us. What can it mean?
Perhaps he's got dispatches! suggested some one.
It flashed over Clif in an instant what that meant, and Bessie
Stuart heard him give a muffled exclamation of delight.
For he could see a blue-uniformed figure running down the shore and
waving its arms wildly.
It's Lieutenant Hernandez! he panted.
And there was a wild gleam of hope in his eyes as he realized what
He might rescue them again!
Feverishly Clif watched to see what the gunboat would do. The
captain continued staring and muttering exclamations of astonishment.
I wonder if he does want us, he cried. Por dios, I do think
And a second later he made up his mind and whirled about.
Hard a port! he roared.
And Clif's heart leaped with joy as he heard that order.
The sailor was so much interested in that strange incident that he
let his prisoners remain on deck while he stood and stared. The Spanish
vessel raced swiftly in toward shore.
And the stranger as soon as he saw that stopped his frantic
gesticulating and stood still to wait.
The captain ran in as close as he dared, and then stopped. He
stepped into the bow.
What do you want? he roared.
Send a boat, the man shouted back. I must come aboard. Quick!
The captain muttered an exclamation of astonishment under his
breath; but his curiosity alone would have been sufficient to move him.
The gunboat's wherry boat was quickly gotten away.
As for Clif, he was simply wild with delight. For he could see that
it was Lieutenant Hernandez after all.
Bessie Stuart was so overcome by the sudden shock of the discovery
that she was scarcely able to stand, breathlessly the two watched the
rowboat speeding in.
The lieutenant waded out as far as he could, and when the boat
reached him he climbed into the bow. In a few moments he was speeding
back to the gunboat.
And when he stepped on board he found the captain staring at him.
Lieutenant Hernandez! he gasped.
Yes, said the other with a bow.
But he scarcely glanced at the man until his eager eyes had sought
out Clif and Bessie. When he saw them alive and unhurt a look of relief
swept over his face.
And then he turned to the captain.
What in the world is the matter? the man cried.
The other nodded toward the two Americans.
It is about them, he said.
What about them?
Why did you stop them?
Stop them! Why they are Americans, and they were prisoners in
I know that, said the officer. But they were released.
Yes. And I was charged with the duty of seeing them safe on board
the American ships.
The Spanish captain stared in amazement.
Carramba! he muttered. Why didn't they say so?
I don't see that you gave them a chance, said the other. You
fired on them too soon.
But I had no idea of this! cried the other.
To doubt that story never once entered his head; he seemed to know
who the lieutenant was.
What in the world am I to do? he asked, after a moment.
I don't see that there is but one thing, said the other.
Take them back to Havana and let them be sent from there? asked
No, said the lieutenant, quietly. That will not do; for the
government has pledged its word that they shall be on the ships by
daybreak. To make haste is very important.
But what else?
Give them your small boat.
Carramba! I haven't got but one! And how will I ever get it back?
The lieutenant was puzzled for a moment.
But suddenly he hit on a daring scheme.
Captain, he said, my orders are from General Blanco himself. He
charged me above all things to see these people safe at once, even if I
had to go out to the ships with them. I don't see that there is but one
thing we can do.
What is it?
We will have to hoist a flag of truce and take them out on this
The captain started.
Can we trust the Americans? he gasped.
They are expecting us, said the lieutenant quietly.
And then for a minute the captain was silent; when he spoke it was
to the man at the wheel.
Steer us out to the Yankee fleet, he said. It will have to be
done, and run up that white flag.
* * * * *
Perhaps ten minutes after that the blockading squadron sighted a
Spanish gunboat coming toward them with a flag of truce.
The New York steamed to meet it; and the vessel came alongside and
without a word of explanation the two prisoners were sent aboard.
Clif and Bessie both gazed longingly at the noble-hearted lieutenant
as he stood on the deck and watched them leave. Their look said plainer
than words, Come with us!
But he only shook his head; and when he saw the two disappear upon
the deck of the big cruiser, and when the gunboat was well on her way
back to shore he turned with a slight groan and went below.
Clif and Bessie wondered with anxiety and sorrow what would be his
fate. They dreaded for him the worst tortures of Castle Morro, but the
heroic Spaniard escaped thatin a way that Clif learned a few days
CHAPTER XXII. CUTTING A CABLE.
The cadet's report was soon made. Under ordinary circumstances he
would have been ordered to report back to the Uncas, but that stanch
little gunboat was then miles beyond the western horizon. Moreover, the
admiral had other work for the cadet.
As to Miss Stuart; there was a parting between her and Clif that was
such as should be between acknowledged lovers, but it was a parting of
the most decided kind, for his duty lay in the war, hers on land. She
was sent to Key West on a cruiser that was then leaving the squadron to
What the young man and the girl said to each other cannot concern us
here, for we have now to do with Faraday's experience as a sailor. His
love affair had to await the events of war, and so may the story of it.
Clif's next service began on the morning following his escape. A
small boat left the flagship and headed for Point Rubalcava on the
Cuban coast. It was bent upon a dangerous mission; so hazardous, in
fact, that volunteers had been called for to man the boat.
The first one to offer his services had been Clif Faraday. There was
no lack of followers among the brave American tars. Fifty offered
themselves a moment after the cadet stepped forward, and the task was
to select from them twelve men to form the boat's crew.
It is necessary to cut the cable as a war measure, said Rear
Admiral Sampson, when the selection had been made. You will proceed
cautiously toward shore and grapple for the cable. If you find it, cut
it. If not, you must go ashore and locate the landing place of the
wire. Are you ready for the service?
Ay, ay, sir! came the ready response.
Rear Admiral Sampson looked upon the brave, eager faces of the men
for a moment with evident satisfaction.
There is danger of discovery, and attack from the shore batteries,
he added. Success will depend upon your quickness and skill.
The men well knew the danger that lay before them, but there was no
sign of faltering upon their faces. Rather, there was an eagerness for
instant action that was not lost upon the commanding officer.
Then go! he exclaimed, heartily.
The boat was lowered, and quietly set out upon its mission.
It was in charge of a lieutenant, and Clif Faraday, in recognition
of his being the first to volunteer, was placed beside him in the stern
to steer the boat through the rough waters.
It was still dark, though the eastern sky gave promise of the near
approach of day. The time had been selected to enable the boat to near
the shore without great danger of detection in the dim light. But by
the time they should succeed in grappling the cable there would be
sufficient light to enable them to complete their task.
All seems quiet on shore, said Clif, after a time, to the
lieutenant, as they both peered forward at the coast line now looming
up before them. The Spaniards don't seem to be looking for us.
True, responded the lieutenant. It looks that way. But you can't
sometimes always tell. They may have a surprise for us.
If they don't shoot any straighter than they have been doing, said
Clif with a laugh, they'll never touch us.
That's true, too, assented the lieutenant. But still you must
The Maine! interrupted Clif.
Yes, remember the Maine! But, as I was saying, these fellows might
possibly aim at something else beside our boat and hit us accidentally.
At any rate, I hope they don't see us. We are not out to capture a fort
armed as we are with nothing but revolvers, and in this open boat we
would be an easy prey to decent marksmanship.
Still, the boys like action, said Clif.
We may have plenty of it yet, replied the lieutenant, with a
suspicion of uneasiness in his tone.
Meanwhile the boat, guided by Clif's hand, had drawn nearer the
shore. They could see plainly the outlines of the fortifications, which
had been recently battered by shell from American gunboats, and which
they knew the Spaniards had attempted to repair. But as far as they
could see all was quiet there.
The boat was following what was supposed to be the course of the
cable, and the men were constantly seeking to secure it with their
grappling irons. The crew proceeded cautiously but expeditiously with
its work, the boat passing to and fro across what they supposed was the
line of the cable.
How is it, Wilson? at last said the lieutenant, speaking to one of
the men who was leaning over the side of the boat. Struck anything
Not yet, sir, was the response.
Nearer and nearer to the shore came the boat, the men coolly
continuing their labors, seemingly as unmindful of danger as though the
coast was not lined by hostile forces. The sun peeped above the face of
the water to the eastward, and the darkness slowly receded before it.
Every detail of the frowning fortification ashore was now plainly
visible to the boat's crew.
Clif looked intently along the shore, but there was no hostile
movement to be seen. But he realized that the fast growing light of the
rising sun must betray their presence to the enemy, if any such were on
What a fine target we would make for them, too, he thought. And
close range at that.
His thoughts were interrupted by an exclamation from one of the men
who had been previously addressed by the lieutenant.
Hurrah! cried the man. I've got it!
The boat was quickly brought to a standstill, and willing hands
assisted him. In a few moments the heavy cable appeared above the
surface of the water and was drawn up to the boat.
Now, men, quick with the saws! cried the lieutenant, excitedly.
Quick work, and we'll be done and away before the Spaniards discover
It required quick work, indeedquicker than any of the brave boat's
crew then thought.
The lieutenant had no more than given his orders when an
interruption, startling and unwelcome, occurred. He had been anxiously
scanning the outlines of the fortifications and congratulated himself
that no movement was visible in that quarter. The Spaniards were
napping, he thought, and all was well.
But the reverse was the case, as he quickly discovered. No sooner
had one of the sailors began to saw away at the cable than suddenly and
without warning a shower of bullets rained around them in the water and
the ominous boom of a cannon from the shore told they had been
A masked battery to the left! cried Clif. They have ambushed us!
This was true. The fortifications which had alone received the
lieutenant's attention remained silent, while from the left a concealed
battery kept up a raking fire upon the small boat and the intrepid
The Spaniards had not yet gotten the range, it is true, but it was a
tight place to be inin an open boat, unarmed, helpless and exposed to
the raking fire from shore.
But the men in that boat were full of nerve. Not once did they
falter while shells and shot whistled and burst over their heads,
beyond them and even among them.
Hurry up, Wilson, cried the lieutenant to the sailor sawing the
cable. That cable must be cut before we leave the spot.
Ay, ay, sir, responded the other. If it kills every man of us!
It began to look as if that would be their fate. The Spanish shot
and shell, which at first fell harmlessly into the water, now dropped
nearer and nearer. Clif heard an awful buzzing and whizzing sound in
the air, and seemed to feel something hit him in the face and head. It
was not his first time under fire, and he knew that a shell had passed
The fire from shore increased in rapidity and with more accuracy.
From another quarter, a jut of land nearer to the boat, came a fusilade
from Mauser rifles, and their bullets passed near the heads of the
It was a hot place, but the men worked coolly on, determined that
their orders should be executed at all hazards. By rapid work one piece
of the cable was cut, but that was not enough. Another cut must be made
at least fifty feet away, so that the Spaniards could not repair it by
splicing. As the last strands parted and the free end of the cable fell
back into the water, it was discovered that the sailor held the shore
end in his grasp, and that to complete their work they must now draw
closer to the fire of their enemies.
Fifty feet nearer shore! exclaimed the lieutenant, and the crew
grasped the oars and unflinchingly began to carry out the order.
The shots of the Spaniards began to tell. Bullets splintered the
sides of the boat, and they had not moved but a few feet from the spot
when another volley severely wounded two of the men.
Wilson, the man who had been so active, fell into the bottom of the
boat severely wounded in the shoulder, and another sailor who was near
where Clif sat, was shot in the thigh. But the boat kept on, rowing
nearer and nearer.
Clif resigned the tiller to the lieutenant, while he bound up the
men's wounds and comforted them as best he could. Then he jumped back
to the tiller.
This was an unfortunate move for him, for in that position he and
the lieutenant were the most conspicuous figures in the boat, and the
Spanish riflemen were making every effort to pick off the officer. A
bullet, intended for the lieutenant, struck Clif in the arm as he took
Are you wounded? shouted the officer above the din, noticing that
Clif momentarily paled.
It is nothing, replied Clif, resolutely clinching his teeth and
continuing to guide the boat.
Just then the welcome sound of the firing of cannon to seaward
reached their ears.
It is the New York! cried Clif. She is taking a hand in the
It was true. With deadly accuracy, the flagship was hurling shrapnel
shell over the heads of the bluejackets into the battery on shore.
And thus between the two fires the little band in their frail boat
continued coolly with their labors, Clif assisting those who became
wounded wholly unmindful of the fact that he himself was bleeding
But it was soon over. The terrible havoc of the well-directed
shrapnel shot from the New York quickly silenced the masked battery and
dispersed the gunners and the cutting of the cable received no further
interruption from the Spanish forces.
They were enthusiastically received upon their return to the
flagship, bearing a section of the cable to be cut up as souvenirs. The
wounded were tenderly cared for, and Clif himself examined the nature
of his own injury. Fortunately, though it had bled freely, it was but a
slight flesh wound, which gave him no uneasiness after being properly
This operation was just completed, when a jaunty young ensign
appeared, and turning to Clif, said:
Cadet Faraday, you are requested to report to the rear admiral at
Clif saluted and promptly followed the officer.
CHAPTER XXIII. A PERILOUS DETAIL.
Clif did not have long to speculate upon the cause of the summons.
The ensign led the way to the rear admiral's cabin, knocked, and with
Clif closely following, entered. He then saluted and went out again,
leaving the cadet alone with the officer.
Rear Admiral Sampson noticed the paleness of Clif's face, and
thoughtfully directed him to sit down.
I hear that you were wounded while cutting the cable, he said at
once. You were under hot fire while it lasted, and I am proud of the
way the men behaved. I am told that you did not give up the tiller in
spite of your injuries.
Clif, though pleased to receive the praise of the rear admiral, bore
himself modestly. It did not seem to him that he had done any brave
My wound was slight, sir, he said quickly. It has been properly
dressed, and gives me no trouble.
I am glad to hear that, replied the officer, for I have an
especial mission upon which I desire to send you, but of course would
not think of your going if it should endanger your health. Other danger
you do not seem to fear.
Clif reassured the officer that he was ready and able to undertake
any mission intrusted to him.
It is briefly this, continued the rear admiral. While you were
out with the boat, I received a communication by the dispatch boat
saying that a courier from the Cuban chief, Gomez, is to be at a
certain spot near, the coast to-night, bearing important dispatches
from the insurgents. It is necessary that we send some one to meet him,
and your previous experience on Cuban soil and your knowledge of the
Spanish language recommend you as the leader of the party. Are you
prepared to go? There may be danger
Clif eagerly interrupted him. To his mind it seemed a great honor,
as it really was to be placed in command of so important a mission, and
he counted no danger great enough to cause him to hesitate.
He told the rear admiral as much, forgetting in his eagerness for
active service, that he was but a cadet.
Then it is settled, said the rear admiral. To-night the New York
will reach a spot nearly opposite the place of meeting, and you will be
ready with a party of ten, whom you may select. Here is a diagram of
that part of the coast, indicating the appointed spot where the courier
is to be met.
He handed Clif a roughly drawn map, which the latter examined
I know the spot well, he exclaimed, after looking at the diagram
for a moment.
All the better, said the rear admiral.
Then after some further directions and instructions from the
officer, Clif saluted and took his leave, happy in the thought that he
had been singled out for such important duty and that he would have
this opportunity of active work.
He was really glad, though he would hardly admit it to himself, to
be permitted to seek some rest during the day, for his wound was
painful, if not serious.
It was late at night when, with a picked company of ten men, all
armed, Clif parted company with the flagship and steered his boat
toward the shore. The New York had dropped them near the appointed
spot, but it had been deemed prudent not to take the ship near enough
to attract attention to the intended destination of Clif and his crew.
They therefore had considerable distance yet to row before touching
I know the coast pretty well along here, thought Clif, as he set
in the stern, tiller ropes in hand. We'll get there all right.
Success depended upon their own efforts, for the New York slowly
steamed away along the coast and in the opposite direction.
Clif and his party sped along without any uneasiness. It was night
and darkness favored them. There was no reason to think that their
presence there was suspected or their purpose known.
Still, for all this evident security, Clif kept a sharp lookout for
any of the enemy who might be prowling along like himself, or, worse
still, who might be scouring those waters with one of those silent
little terrors, a torpedo boat.
All went peacefully until they were within less than half a mile of
their destination, and quite near shore. Then suddenly a rifle shot
rang out upon the shore, and sounds of voices came to their ears.
The Spaniards had discovered them!
Perhaps not, thought Clif, hopefully. Silence everybody, he
said, addressing the men, and listen.
Instantly the men ceased rowing, and every one strained his ears to
hear the sounds from shore.
That there was a company of the enemy at that point was evident,
from the noise of many voices and the confused sounds that were borne
to the listeners' ears.
They have discovered us, whispered Clif to the one nearest him. I
caught a few words of Spanish that convinces me that the sentry has
heard our oars. Not a sound now! They can't see us in the dark, and
will think it all a mistake.
It was a waiting game that Clif had set out to play, and it seemed
the only thing that could help them under the circumstances. It was out
of the question to think of attacking the Spaniards, superior at least
in numbers. There was other work for the night.
Silently the American crew waited, listening for every sound. Soon
these voices died out, and Clif concluded that they could venture to
move once more.
Row quietly, was his whispered order. I'd like to give them a
volley, but that would spoil our plans.
The men cautiously plied the oars and were soon steering softly
toward their appointed place of landing. But quietly as they moved, the
sound was borne ashore and they had not proceeded many boat lengths
before another shot echoed across the water.
To thunder with the Spaniard, exclaimed Clif, out of patience with
the fresh outbreak. He's firing at random. Go ahead. We'll meet them
further down the shore if they're not satisfied.
This sentiment met the approval of the men, and they bent to the
oars with vigor and spirit.
They were gliding swiftly across the water, and had nearly reached
their landing place, when Clif heard a noise that put him on the alert.
Do you hear that? he exclaimed, after hastily stopping the rowers.
The men rested on their oars and listened.
Sounds like the throbbing of an engine, sir, at last said one of
the men. It's a boat, sure.
Yes, but friend or foe? exclaimed Clif. It's not the New York.
She went in the other direction, and I don't know of any more of our
boats in this place.
Perhaps the New York is coming back, ventured one of the men.
No, replied Clif. She's not been here for at least three hours.
By that time we will be ready to return to her.
It must be a blockade runner, suggested one of the men.
Well, I don't see as it makes any difference, said Clif, finally.
If it is, we can't stop her. She can't be after us, for I am sure no
one of the enemy knows our mission. There is our landing place. We must
hurry or we will be late.
With this he turned the prow of the boat toward shore, and gave
orders to proceed. A few minutes later the boat grated upon the beach
and the sailors sprang ashore.
There was no one to dispute their landing. The coast at this point
was wild and uninhabited, and but a short distance inland was the spot
appointed for the meeting with the insurgent courier.
Clif hid the boat among some bushes and quickly led the men up the
steep bank toward a clump of trees.
This is the spot, he exclaimed as they reached it, and we are
evidently ahead of time.
No one was in sight, as far as the eye could penetrate the darkness.
There was barely enough light from the moon just emerging from behind a
cloud to enable the sailors to take some notice of the surroundings.
Where they stood, near the sparse clump of trees, it was smooth and
level, but close to one side of them rose a ridge of ground forming a
natural rampart. It almost seemed as though Spanish forms might at any
instant appear upon it behind threatening guns.
Seaward the view was unobstructed, and as Clif turned his gaze in
that direction, he could see the moonbeams reflected on the heaving
bosom of the waters. He saw another sight an instant after that caused
him to utter an exclamation of surprise.
Far out to seaward the beam of a searchlight suddenly shot across
the water. It swept from side to side in a gradually widening radius,
until after a few moments its glare fell upon a steamer whose hulk rose
up between it and the shore.
It is one of our ships chasing a blockade runner, cried Clif. She
was trying to sneak out, but is caught in the act.
The little party on shore watched with eager eyes the chase as shown
by the bright beam from the warship's searchlight. In the excitement of
the novel sight that was afforded them they for the moment forgot why
they were there.
Then a strange and mysterious thing happened. As they watched the
pursued vessel they suddenly saw a flash from a gun on the side facing
What fools! cried Clif. Firing toward the land instead of at our
ship. The fool Spaniards must be rattled worse than usual. That
He did not finish the sentence. As he spoke the shell fired from the
ship crashed through the trees and landed almost at his feet. The fuse
was burning and spluttering, and it seemed ready to explode on the
instant, carrying death and destruction to the little party.
It was a perilous moment. Several of the men instinctively dodged
and seemed on the point of running away.
Clif saw his peril in an instant and the only hope of averting it.
Without a moment's hesitation he sprang forward and picked up the shell
as it seemed about to burst. With a mighty effort he hurled the
spluttering missile over the ridge of earth that he had noticed to one
side, and then, with an involuntary sigh of relief, he instinctively
huddled with the balance of the party in an expectant attitude, waiting
for the explosion on the other side of the rampart.
CHAPTER XXIV. THE CUBAN COURIER.
But the explosion never came.
The party waited breathlessly, expecting to hear a deafening sound
from the shell, and to see the earth thrown up in showers about them.
From a safe place of vantage they felt it was a sight worth seeing and
felt personally aggrieved when, after waiting an unconscionable time,
all was quiet on the other side of the natural rampart of earth.
Clif had been surprised and puzzled in the first place to see the
ship firing away from its antagonist instead of toward it, and was now
more than ever perplexed. To add to the mystery, the ship did not fire
another shot, either at its pursuer or in the opposite direction.
Its only purpose now seemed to be to get away from the American
ship. It seemed to stand a good chance of doing it, too; for it was
evidently a very swift boat, and the pursuing vessel was still far
That's the queerest thing that ever happened, exclaimed Clif, when
a sufficient time had elapsed to enable the shell to explode if it was
ever going to. What possessed them to fire over here, and what's the
matter with the shell? I'll investigate the latter, at any rate; it's
within easy reach.
Though it seemed as though more than enough time had passed to give
the shell a good opportunity, still Clif, for reasons of prudence,
concluded not to be too exacting on the thing, but to give it a fair
chance. He didn't want to crowd it too close.
So he waited a while longer, and then cautiously climbed up the side
of the embankment and peered over.
There in the moonlight he could see the shell lying quietly upon the
ground. There was no smoke now rising from it, and the fuse had
evidently burned itself out. It seemed a harmless enough piece of steel
He waited but an instant, and then vaulted over on the other side.
His curiosity had been aroused regarding the matter and he for the time
being lost all interest in the chase at sea, as well as the appointed
meeting under those trees on shore.
When he picked up the shell he was more surprised and mystified than
What does this mean? he exclaimed aloud. A round shell of the
old-fashioned type instead of the conical ones used nowadays! Why, a
shell like this has not been used in any navy for ages!
He had been too excited at the moment of picking up the spluttering
shell to note its shape or size, but now he saw at a glance that the
one he held in his hand was obsolete and out of date. It was well
enough for the old-fashioned smooth-bore guns, but those of modern make
had no use for them.
As he puzzled over the mystery surrounding the projectile he
suddenly heard a whistle from the other side of the embankment. He
recognized it as the signal from the insurgent courier, and at once was
alive to the importance of carrying out the instructions that had been
He hastily dropped the shell upon the ground and sprang up and over
the ridge of earth.
He gave an answering whistle and soon a form cautiously appeared
from among some bushes not far away.
Alto quien va? called Clif before the newcomer had advanced a
This was the challenge, meaning, Who goes there?
The response came promptly:
This is the countersign of the insurgents, and Clif knew that it was
the courier who had reached the appointed rendezvous.
He called out to him to advance, and in the moonlight appeared the
figure of an insurgent soldier, a mambis, as he is called in that
country, a figure with which American tars were to become more familiar
as the war progressed.
His equipment was typical of the insurgent soldier. Beside a pair of
linen trousers and a knitted woolen shirt, he wore a short blouse,
called mambisa. This was a small shirt-like vest, with pockets front
and back, opening at the belt, a handy way of carrying their cartridges
devised by them through necessity during the previous ten-years war. A
panama hat turned up in front and fastened with a silver star,
completed his attire; for as to his feet, they were innocent of a
Rather a summery outfit, thought Clif as he took it in with a
But he knew that it was sufficient for the needs of the insurgents
in that climate, and that brave hearts beat under the unpretentious
mambisa, and brave deeds were done by the poorly equipped soldiers of
the army of liberation.
The newcomer was effusive in his greeting.
I bring you greeting from our brave general, Gomez, he exclaimed
in Spanish. Greetings to our noble friends and allies.
Clif received him cordially, but lost little time in preliminaries.
Much more time had already been consumed than he had calculated upon,
and he was anxious to have his business over with and return to the
flagship with the important dispatches for which he had come.
I am honored by your words, he said, in reply to the other. Cuban
liberty is assured by force of American arms, and at the same time we
have our own score to settle with Spain.
It will be done, said the Cuban.
But to business, continued Clif. You have some papers for me,
have you not?
Yes, replied the courier, raising his blouse and drawing forth a
package of papers from its place of concealment. Important dispatches
from our general for your gallant rear admiral. Besides much
information concerning the Spanish fortifications and troops, there are
details of our own plans and preparations which it would be ruinous to
have fall into Spanish hands.
I'll see that the Spanish don't get them, he said, with a
Be cautious, exclaimed the Cuban. The enemy have made one effort
to intercept them. I was pursued a mile back from here, but my
knowledge of the country enabled me to give them the slip. It was that
encounter that delayed me.
This was a danger that had not been reckoned on. Every preparation
for the transfer of the papers had been arranged with utmost secrecy.
But did the Spaniards know of your mission here? asked Clif, in
I know not, replied the other. It is incredible how they could
have discovered it, but I do know that I encountered a detachment of
their troops and that they pursued me.
Then they may be following you to this point, exclaimed Clif.
I think not, replied the Cuban. I made a wide detour and know the
ways of the land too well to leave any trail.
Nevertheless, said Clif, our business is transacted, and the
sooner we go our respective ways the better. These papers are now in my
care, and I shall run no risk of their falling into the hands of our
You are a wise officer, exclaimed the courier. And before we part
allow me to present you this. It may interest you.
With this he drew from his mambisa a paper which he quickly
unfolded. It proved to be a sheet about ten by fourteen inches, and
Clif could see, as he examined it by what light the moon afforded, that
there was printing on both sides.
This, said the courier, somewhat proudly, is the first copy of
'Las Villas' ever printed. It is set up and printed at General Gomez's
headquarters under his own direction. It contains, besides orders, and
an address from our beloved general, an account of your intrepid
Dewey's victory at Manila. Ah! that was a magnificent victory!
Yes, assented Clif, and there will be others.
The American battleships are invincible! exclaimed the Cuban, with
enthusiasm. With such noble allies we cannot fail to secure our
liberty. We are no longer instruments, but members of the regular army
of Cuba. God bless America!
The Cuban seemed in a fair way to continue his rhapsodies
indefinitely, but Clif, having secured the papers for which he came,
was now intent upon delivering them as soon as possible to the rear
He therefore intimated as much to the courier, and the latter took
Clif watched him disappear among the trees in the direction by which
he had approached.
Now, men, said he, addressing his companions, to the boat. The
New York will soon be back ready to receive us.
But they had not taken more than a few steps toward the shore when
Clif suddenly stopped as if remembering something.
Hold on just a minute! he exclaimed. That shell! I have special
reasons for wanting to carry that along. It will take but a minute to
As he started toward the ridge of earth beyond which he had thrown
it, they were all startled to hear the sounds of musketry apparently
near at hand. One volley was quickly followed by another.
Clif sprang upon the embankment for which he had started, and looked
off beyond the clump of trees in the direction from which the sounds
He was in that position but a moment or two. A half-dozen reports in
quick succession greeted his appearanceone bullet passing through his
He dropped on his feet to the ground beside his companions.
The Spaniards! he exclaimed, hurriedly. At least a hundred of
them. From what I saw they were hurrying in this direction and not far
They were on the alert on the instant. The sounds that reached their
ears told them unmistakably that the force of the enemy far outnumbered
their own, and were rapidly approaching.
Should they await an attack or run for the boat?
CHAPTER XXV. IN THE NAME OF
HUMANITY AND THE SAILORS OF THE MAINE!
They must have followed the courier in spite of his cleverness,
exclaimed Clif. And if they have tracked him, they know we are here.
The question is, shall we meet them here or take to the boat and run
the risk of being shot down without a chance to defend ourselves? The
danger is yours as well as mine. What do you say?
But before the men could make reply a rousing cheer from the Spanish
soldiers rang out upon the air.
The little band of Americans expected to see the forms of their
enemies appear among the trees at every second in an impetuous charge
upon them. They had no doubt that the cheers were the signal for the
But to their amazement the sounds of approaching steps died out.
Clif's practiced ear told him that the enemy had halted; but at the
same time he recognized marks of enthusiasm among the Spanish forces.
What could it mean?
Do they think they can scare us off by yelling at us? exclaimed
Clif, contemptuously. They don't know us, if they think sothat's
The group of Americans listened intently. There was no doubt of it,
the Spaniards had halted after their vociferous cheers.
Clif decided to find out what it meant. If the Spaniards were
preparing a surprise for him, he intended finding it out.
Cautiously he climbed upon the little rampart of earth and looked
away beyond the trees where he had first seen the approach of the
enemy. In the moonlight he could plainly distinguish the forms of the
soldiers. There were not as many as he had at first supposedthey
numbered not more than fifty.
In the midst of them he recognized a figure that explained the cause
of their mysterious conduct, and at the same time aroused his fighting
He quickly rejoined his companions, his eyes ablaze with the fire of
They have captured the courier, he explained to his waiting
companions. That was why they cheered so lustily. A lot of jubilation
over the capture of one man!
They don't have such good luck very often, exclaimed one of the
They fired enough shots to repulse a whole regiment of insurgents,
exclaimed Clif, but it was all for the benefit of this one mambesi. I
don't believe they saw me at all, but that bullet through my cap was
one of their stray shots.
But they must know we are here, exclaimed the men.
I doubt it, replied Clif, else why do they halt so near and not
charge on us? Shall we force the fight and go to the rescue of our
How many are there of them? asked one of the men.
Only about fifty.
And there are eleven of us here! We can set them on the run! Let's
We have done almost as much on other occasions, said Clif, but
now we are armed with only our revolvers. They are five to one.
We have plenty of ammunition, spoke up the men, eagerly. You know
we took an extra supply.
But there is another thing we must bear in mind, said Clif, who
had been doing some quick thinking. I'd like nothing better than to
give them a lively tussle. But here are these important dispatches.
They must not fall into Spanish hands. The New York will soon be due.
If we delay we might miss her.
That's so, exclaimed the men. But we can fire one volley at them
One volley would do no good. It would simply betray our presence.
Either we must fight to the end, or else sneak off to our boat before
they discover us.
The idea of having a lot of the enemy so near at hand and not
offering them battle, went against the grain of all of them. They were
not deterred by the superior numbers of the Spaniards, but Clif's words
about the importance of seeing the dispatches safely in the rear
admiral's hand had some restraining effect upon their ardor.
Clif, with all his bravery, was naturally prudent, but was strongly
tempted to make one effort to release the captive Cuban. He was their
friend and ally, and in his heart Clif felt that if the captive were
one of his own men, there would be no thought of hesitancy or delay.
One minute, he said, after weighing both sides of the question,
I'll take a look and see what they are doing.
He sprang upon the embankment and peered off toward the enemy. The
main body of the troops were resting on their arms, apparently
satisfied with the capture of the solitary Cuban.
Clif, however, could see that several of the soldiers were moving
about from side to side, close to the ground, as though hunting for
some object among the grass. Clif was puzzled to think what they could
be seeking, but he felt convinced that the Spaniards had no idea of the
near proximity of the Americans.
Everything seemed to prove that, and Clif was not slow to make up
his mind. There was time yet for some quick action.
They don't know we are here, men, he exclaimed, when he rejoined
the others. The Cuban will not betray us. We can surprise them, and if
we sweep down on them with a rush and create noise enough about it we
can make them think the whole ship's crew is after them.
We'll do it! chorused the men, eagerly.
Then, forward to the rescue! cried Clif, leading the way. But
quietly through these trees until we reach the other side.
It would seem a foolhardy thing to doto invite battle with such an
overwhelming force, when they might quietly reach their boat and make
away without detection. But their blood was up, and there was a friend
and ally in peril of a Spanish dungeon or death.
Without a moment's hesitation or further thought, they advanced
silently through the sparse woods, revolvers in hand. They were few in
numbers, but determination was written on every face.
They reached the further edge of the clump of trees without giving a
sound that would betray their presence to the enemy. Here they formed
in line under Clif's leadership, shoulder to shoulder, ready for the
The moon had gone behind a cloud, but here and there they could
detect the glistening of a hostile bayonet, and the sound of Spanish
They did not pause to contemplate the scene. The time for action had
The stars are fighting with us! exclaimed Clif. The Spaniards
will never know how few we are in this darkness. Now, all together. A
rousing cheer and at them!
At the signal a shout as of a hundred voices startled the
Fire! cried Clif and a volley from their revolvers carried
consternation into the Spanish ranks.
The shots had told. Groans of the wounded mingled with the hoarse,
startled commands of the officers.
A moment later a return volley rang out upon the air, but the
bullets flew harmlessly among the trees. The Spaniards in their fright
were firing wildly.
The Americans returned the fire and kept it up as rapidly as
possible, yelling for all they were worth. This noisy charge had the
effect Clif had reckoned upon. The Spaniards were thoroughly frightened
and Clif's sharp ear told him that some of the soldiers were already on
the run, and that the officers had difficulty in keeping them all from
Clif knew very well that if the enemy had any idea of how meagre
were his forces they would be bolder, and instead of trying to get away
would sweep down upon him with overwhelming force. He, however, was too
shrewd to give them a chance of finding that out. A bold dash would
keep up his bluff, and now was the time to put it into execution.
Drawing his sword, he started toward them, shouting at the top of
Up and at 'em, boys! he roared. Charge!
Then facing about for an instant, he added in a lower tone:
Yell like sixty!
With a wild shout, the little band rushed forward, firing their
revolvers as they advanced in compact line.
This bold dash had the desired effect. The enemy could be heard
retreating in disorder before them.
With redoubled clamor the Americans pressed forward, spurred on by
the excitement of the chase. The moon at this point emerged from its
retirement and showed them the demoralized ranks of the fleeing
But, unfortunately, it also showed to such of the enemy as looked
back at their pursuers, what a handful of men had caused such terror
and havoc. Clif felt that his bluff would now be called.
But the beams of the moon also showed another scene that aroused all
the Americans' indignation and fairly made their blood boil with rage.
In spite of the panic the Spaniards had retained hold of their
prisoner. But the first sight that Clif saw as the moon shone out clear
once more, was one of the Spanish soldiers deliberately placing his
revolver against the unfortunate Cuban's head and sent a bullet
crashing into his brain.
Treachery! base treachery! cried Clif, beside himself with
indignation and horror at the scene. Assassination of a prisoner of
war! Boys, shall we allow such a vile deed to go unavenged?
The others had also seen, and there was no need to ask the question.
But the answer came prompt and without a dissenting voice:
No, by thunder! Never!
Then at them to the death! cried Clif, leading them on. In the
name of humanity and the sailors of the Maine!
The blood-curdling atrocity had made demons of them all, and with a
hoarse shout they sprang to the charge.
CHAPTER XXVI. A GAME OF BLUFF.
Clif urged his little band of avengers forward with no thought of
danger or of the consequences. The inhuman scene he had witnessed drove
from his mind all thoughts of the flagship or the important papers he
carried upon his person.
Such barbarity called for vengeance, and that brave American handful
of American tars meant to wreak it on their treacherous foes, or die in
Come on! shouted Clif, wildly. Give it to 'em! Don't let a man
A well directed volley was the answer to his command, that sent
death-dealing bullets among the frightened soldiers just before them.
But, unfortunately for the heroic little band, they were now fighting
in the open, and their strength was known to the enemy.
A little further ahead Clif could see that a Spanish officer had
succeeded in rallying some of his men, and they were now forming in
solid line to repulse the charge of the Americans.
The first result of this was a shower of bullets from the Spanish
rifles that fortunately for the most part went wide of the mark. But
one slightly wounded a sailor at Clif's side, as a sharp exclamation of
pain quickly told him.
It also aroused his native caution. What was the use, he quickly
thought, of holding his men there in the full glare of the moonlight as
a target for the enemy's guns, when a more certain conflict could be
carried on from the shelter of the trees just behind him? He had too
few men to risk losing any on those uneven terms.
He quickly ordered his men to drop back into the woods. But it was
with great difficulty at first that he could inforce his commands upon
the now thoroughly aroused sailors. They wanted to continue their
But a second volley from the remaining troops showed them the wisdom
of Clif's decision, and with a return volley they fell back into the
darkness and shelter of the trees.
Now, boys, cried Clif, every man behind a tree and fight for all
you are worth. Let every shot tell.
The wisdom of Clif's stand became at once apparent. From the ambush
of the woods they could fire with little fear of stopping a Spanish
bullet with their own bodies.
And they did fire, and that to good purpose.
The Spaniards were now bolder and bore down upon the ambushed
Americans with some semblance of order. But at each volley from the
sailors there was a wavering in the ranks of the foe, and Clif could
see that more than one dropped wounded from the ranks.
We'll lick 'em yet! cried Clif, with enthusiasm. Keep it up,
But the Spaniards advanced steadily in spite of their losses. They,
too, were fully aroused at the thought that they had been so roughly
handled by such a small number of men.
Clif and his gallant band were compelled to drop back from tree to
tree. It began to look as though the Spaniards would in the end become
But with the Americans it was do or die. There was no hope of help
or succor from any source. No reinforcements were at hand, and none
could be sent in time from the flagship, even did those on board
suspect the plight in which that boat's crew found itself.
But desperate cases require desperate measures, and Clif was equal
to the emergency. When it became evident that the Spaniards would
indeed fight, Clif's busy brain thought of a means to turn the tide of
It was a slight hope, to be sure, but the only one that presented
itself. He smiled in spite of himself, in view of his meagre forces at
the thought that the only way to achieve victory was by a flank
I'll take two men, he said hurriedly, and slip around behind
those fellows. The rest of you keep up your fire here, and if our lungs
hold out we'll make them think we have reinforcements.
It was a very risky move, but with two companions Clif put it into
execution at once. They hurried through the woods so as to flank the
enemy, an easy task, as the latter were now well up to the little
As they reached the edge of the woods which would bring them in the
enemy's rear, they set up a mighty shout.
At them, boys! Clif yelled at his imaginary forces. Come on!
we've got 'em!
Then in Spanish he cried, so that the enemy could hear:
Surrender, you Spaniards! Twelve men have held you, and now we'll
He had reached the edge of the clearing, and paused a moment, facing
around and beckoning to his imaginary reinforcements.
The Spaniards were completely bewildered. The fire from those that
Clif had left behind continued without intermission, and the Spaniards
could not but think that the vociferous sailors in their rear were new
They could not in the first place conceive of the daring and
hardihood that would lead a dozen men to oppose their forces unless
reserves were near at hand. And now, thought they, these reinforcements
Clif and his companions made noise enough to give color to this
belief, and without stopping to see what there was behind the
demonstration, the Spaniards took to their heels.
They are not men, but devils! Clif heard some one say in Spanish,
as they dropped their rifles and start on the run.
Even the officer who had succeeded once in holding a remnant of his
panic-stricken forces together, now gave up the fight and sprinted away
as fast as the rest.
Every man seemed to be looking for his own safety, and they did not
pause to see what was behind them. Here and there, it is true, one of
the fleeing Spaniards could be seen helping a wounded companion in his
flight. But as for further resistance, there was none.
Clif could not forbear to laugh at the odd sight of an army in a
foot race to escape a few American sailors.
American bluff has won the day, he laughed. Our Cuban friend's
death has been avenged, and that without the loss of a man on our
The Spanish are good sprinters, at any rate, said one of the men,
as they started with Clif to rejoin their companions.
Here Clif had all he could do to restrain his followers from
continuing in pursuit of the enemy.
No, said he in response to the earnest pleading. We had better
leave well enough alone. These Spaniards say we are not men, but
devils, and I guess they don't care for another interview. The New York
no doubt is waiting for us, and these dispatches are yet to be
There was no use to grumble, so the party set out on the return to
their boat. They were highly enthusiastic over the good work done under
Clif's leadership, and were proud of his pluck as well as the good
generalship he had shown.
The tide of battle had carried them some distance from the spot
where they had met the Cuban courier, and further still from where they
had concealed their boat.
But they picked their way expeditiously through the woods, and
reached the beach without further incident.
They were near the clump of trees which they recognized as that
behind which they had hidden the boat when Clif stopped with a sudden
Gorry! he said, I have forgotten that shell. It won't take but a
minute to return for it.
What's the use, sir? ventured one of the men. As you said, we'd
better let well enough alone, and not run any further risk for a shell
that don't even explode.
That's just the reason I want it, said Clif. That shell is more
important than you might think. I'll
But here occurred an interruption that opened up more startling
possibilities, and drove the unexploded shell from the attention of
It was in the shape of an exclamation of surprise and alarm from one
of the men who had gone a few steps in advance of the others, and had
reached the boat's hiding-place as Clif spoke.
It arrested Clif's attention at once.
What's the matter? he called, sharply.
The boat, sir, cried the marine, appearing from behind the bushes.
What of it?
Clif, followed by the others, hastened to the spot.
The man had spoken the truth. The boat, which was now their sole
dependence, was no longer there.
They looked in blank amazement at one another and at the spot where
they had fastened it in fancied security.
What could it mean?
CHAPTER XXVII. IN WHICH CLIF MEETS
WITH A SURPRISE.
They were now in a perilous position.
They could not return to the flagship, and at any moment the
Spaniards, finding they were not pursued, might pluck up courage to
seek them out and try conclusions with them once more. If they should
find them on that narrow strip of beach the story of the conflict might
be a different one.
And then the disappearance of the boat itself pointed to enemies
they had not counted upon. Who could have found and taken it?
Well, now we're in a pretty pickle, exclaimed Clif, when he became
satisfied that the boat had really been taken.
Perhaps, sir, this is not the place where we left it, ventured one
of the men, catching at that faint hope.
I wish you were right, said Clif, but there's no doubt about it.
The boat has been taken.
There's no doubt of it, the men echoed. The boat is gone.
But to make assurance doubly sure, they searched the beach under
Clif's direction, examining every clump of bushes that was large enough
to conceal the boat. But the result was a foregone conclusion. The boat
Now what's to be done, sir? asked one of the men.
Something's got to be done, said Clif, with determination. We've
got to get off this island before daybreak. It's easy to dodge the
Spaniards in the darkness, but entirely a different matter by day.
Besides, we seem to have enemies down here as well as back there on the
He was scanning the water earnestly as he spoke. It was time, he
knew, for the flagship to return to her position opposite that point,
and await the return of Clif and his crew.
Was she there?
He could not tell. The face of the moon was again obscured by clouds
as it had been most of the night, and it was impossible for Clif to
discern any object at a distance across the water.
He strained his eyes trying to catch a glimpse of the ship they had
left not many hours ago, but the thought occurred to him, What good
will it do if I do see her?
But even as he looked the sky suddenly brightened in a tiny spot out
to sea. A long pencil of light shot up from the water, and a cloud was
tinged with a speck of dull white light.
It's the New York! cried Clif. The signal of her searchlight to
They watched that tiny beam of light as though there was hope of
succor in its rays, until it suddenly disappeared, and all was dark as
Now they are waiting for our appearance, said Clif. But,
unfortunately, we haven't got wings. Hello! What does that mean?
Clif had turned suddenly in a listening attitude toward the land.
The others had heard the same sound that had attracted Clif. It was the
solitary report of a rifle shot not far in their rear.
The Spaniards must be returning, said Clif. They have made up
their minds that we had no reinforcements because we did not pursue
them further. I'll go up and reconnoitre, to see what they are up to.
I'll go, sir, volunteered one of the men before Clif could get
You stay here. You may be able to see some way of getting us off.
With this he cautiously hurried up the side of the bank, leaving
Clif and his companions in the shelter of the bushes below.
With ears alert to any sound by land, they anxiously strained their
eyes across the water. Could any way be found to cross the expanse that
lay between them and the flagship?
All were silent for many minutes, and then at last the searchlight
of the flagship flashed out once more and swept across the waters
before it disappeared.
So near and yet so far, exclaimed Clif. They are getting
impatient for our return.
If we could signal them, suggested one of the men, they would
send a boat.
But we have no means of doing that, said Clif. We can't shout at
them, and a pistol shot would not be heard, except by our friends the
Perhaps they will send a boat anyhow, persisted the hopeful member
of the crew.
Perhaps, assented Clif, after they get tired of waiting for us.
In a short time the scout returned with news that was at least
disquieting in their situation.
The Spaniards are after us, sir, he reported. They seem to have
rallied most of their men, and are now near the woods where we met
them, cautiously advancing. They have scouts out looking for us, for I
barely escaped running into one of them.
They have guessed the trick we played on them, said Clif, and it
will go hard with us if they find us. How near are they, did you say?
They seem to be in the woods now, but they are advancing steadily.
They are scouring the place thoroughly, and may be down on us any
Well, boys, we'll do the best we can, if they do get here, said
A calm settled upon the band, for now they knew their situation was
critical. Their ammunition was nearly exhausted, and if the enemy
should succeed in attacking them from the vantage of the hillside,
there was little hope of a successful resistance. Should they succeed
in eluding the enemy in the darkness, there was no doubt that daybreak
would seal their fate.
There's no two ways about it, exclaimed Clif. We've got to get
off this island, and that pretty soon.
See, sir, cried the hopeful member, who had been intently gazing
across the water. They have sent a boat!
Clif looked in the direction in which the other was eagerly
Sure enough, he could discern the outlines of a boat slowly moving
toward them some little distance from shore.
An involuntary little cheer went up from the others as they, too,
saw the boat approaching.
We are saved! exclaimed Clif, and these dispatches will soon be
in the rear admiral's hands.
But suddenly the eager watchers saw the boat stop, then after a few
moments veer around, and continue its course down the coast until it
was almost abreast of the spot where they stood.
Then it as suddenly stopped, and after a moment's pause retraced its
What's the matter with those fellows? exclaimed Clif. Are they
afraid to land?
Hadn't we better signal them, sir? suggested the man. They don't
know where we are.
The boat had again turned and was apparently patroling up and down,
seemingly waiting for just such assistance in locating the position of
the waiting sailors.
But just as Clif was about to attract their attention by a mighty
shout, his practiced ear caught sounds from the hill above that caused
him to stop. The Spanish soldiers were unmistakably advancing.
Silence! he cautioned, in a whisper. The Spaniards are on the
hill above us and the slightest noise will betray us.
But the boat, sir! exclaimed the man. We must signal it.
I'll bring it here, said Clif, with a sudden resolve.
He began divesting himself of his blouse and trousers as he spoke.
What do you mean to do, sir? asked the men, wonderingly.
Swim for it, replied Clif. That's the only way.
Don't delay me, said Clif. Every moment is precious now.
With this he quietly slid into the water and with quick, powerful
strokes shot through the waves toward the boat.
Clif was in his element.
In the whole ship's crew none excelled him in swimming and diving,
and it was with a feeling of confidence that he forced his way through
He made not a sound as he went alongfor it was to avoid alarming
the Spaniards that he had hit upon this plan.
The boat was not far from shore and he reached it in a few moments.
He was overjoyed to recognize that it was, as he expected, one of the
boats from the flagship.
There were two occupants of the boat, one at the oars and the other
in the stern. Clif did not recognize them, but he did not pause on that
account. Time was precious, and the boat must be gotten to shore and
the balance of the party taken aboard without delay.
Boat ahoy! he exclaimed joyously, as he reached the side without
having been seen by the occupants. Take me aboard, men, and then pull
for the shore for all you are worth.
Clif's sudden appearance and the words he spoke had a startling
effect upon the oarsman by whose side Clif made his appearance.
The latter started with an oath, and as Clif seized the side of the
boat and raised himself partly from the water, his gaze fell upon the
glistening barrel of a revolver and back of it he saw a face distorted
with rage and hate.
Carramba! fell upon Clif's ear. It is an Americano! Death to the
The occupants of the boats were Spaniards.
CHAPTER XXVIII. A STRUGGLE AGAINST
The position in which Clif found himself was so startlingly
unexpected and so full of peril that for a brief instant it almost
Had he suspected the possibility of the boat being manned by
Spaniards, he would have given up the thought as soon as he recognized
it as one belonging to the flagship. It seemed natural that a boat
should be sent to look for them after their protracted absence, and it
was a decided shock to find that he had fallen, alone and unarmed, in
the way of his enemies.
But his surprise affected him but for an instant. He did not propose
to be shot down if he could help it.
The report of the pistol that met Clif's gaze rang out upon the air,
but the bullet did not reach its intended mark.
Like a flash Clif had released his hold upon the boat, and dropped
beneath the water, just in the nick of time.
The Spaniard peered over the side of the boat in the darkness,
expecting to see Clif's form appear on the surface, and hoping to see
his life's blood staining the waters, a testimony to his marksmanship.
How could he have failed to send that bullet crashing through the
American's brain? thought he.
But nothing of the sort happened. Clif not only was not wounded, but
was chipper as a lark. When he disappeared, he dove under the boat and
rose again on the opposite side. The Spaniard would look in vain in
that spot for his intended victim.
But the Spaniard in the bow discovered Clif's head as it appeared
for an instant above the water. With an imprecation of wrath he called
his companion's attention to the spot. But one of them was armed, it
The other rushed to that side, but when he looked in the direction
indicated, revolver in hand, Clif had again disappeared.
The American lad was as lively as a cricket, and busy thoughts
surged through his brain.
In the first place, he did not propose being a target for a Spanish
bullet. But, above all, he wanted that boat, and, like the cowboy when
he wants a revolver, wanted it bad.
How can I get it? he thought, as his dive brought him up near the
bow of the boat. Help came from an unexpected source, for a few moments
after, he was driven by a new peril to attempt the only plan that could
The agency that led to his delivery was a shark. That was not the
every-day business of his shark-shipthat of saving an imperiled life
for those inhabitating those waters are especially hungry and
But it happened this way: As Clif was quietly keeping himself afloat
at the bow of the boat, confident that in that position he ran little
risk of immediate discovery by his enemies, the plans and schemes
revolving in his mind were brought to a sudden standstill by a sight
that filled him with horror. A sharp triangular fin cutting the water
like a knife, flashed past him.
Merciful Heaven! he muttered under his breath. A shark!
Death faced him on every side. To be sure he might frighten the
shark by churning the surface of the water, but that very act would
betray him to a no less certain death at the hands of his enemies.
His resolve, a desperate one that caused him to shudder as he formed
it, was reached on the instant. The broad back of his enemy, who sat in
the stern, was within easy reach, and inspired his action.
Quick as a flash Clif grasped the stern of the boat with one hand
and with one mighty effort raised himself high out of the water. Before
the Spaniard could divine what was happening, Clif's free arm was
thrown around the fellow's neck, and he was drawn back into the water
An instant after Clif clambered over the stern into the boat. With a
shudder at the thought of the fate that awaited the luckless Spaniard,
he addressed himself to the work that lay before him.
And there was plenty of it, and lively, too, while it lasted.
The other Spaniard, who had been peering into the water ahead,
turned sharply around when he heard the noise made by the splash of his
companion, and in the act involuntarily dropped the revolver.
What must have been his feelings upon beholding the lithe and
dripping form of the plucky young American emerging from the sea, may
well be imagined.
But Clif did not pause to study the effects. He seized an oar and
sprang toward his remaining foe.
Surrender, you villain! he cried in Spanish as he advanced.
The Spaniard seized an oar and with an oath sprang toward the
And there, on the quiet bosom of the water in the dim light of
night, ensued a stubbornly contested duel, in which oars took the place
of broadsword and sabre.
Clif fought savagely and desperately. His blood was up, and he knew
that now, if ever, he was, fighting for his life.
But in the end it was fortune that favored him. A chance blow upon
his antagonist's head rendered the latter unconscious, and victory
again perched upon the young American's banner.
There was no time for exultation, even if he had felt that way. The
work had been too serious, and necessity for action was too imperative.
Satisfied that he had nothing to fear from his enemy, now lying
helpless in the bottom of the Boat, Clif seized the oars and turned the
boat toward shore.
It was trying work for one man to row that boat even the short
distance that lay between him and shoreespecially after the ordeal
through which he had passed. But excitement buoyed him up and he made
His companions in the shade of the bushes where he had left them had
witnessed his exciting duel and were wrought up to tense excitement.
How they bemoaned the fact that they were not there to help him!
It became evident that there were other spectators, too; for no
sooner had Clif seized the oars and began to row for the shore than a
volley of bullets rattled out across the water from the hill that had
witnessed such thrilling scenes earlier in the night. The Spanish
soldiers had discovered Clif!
In the face of this, Clif redoubled his efforts to reach the beach
and rescue his companions, who might any moment be attacked by the
soldiers in their rear.
But the enemy's attention was concentrated upon Clif and his boat,
and he shot through the waters in a perfect hail of missiles. They
spattered into the waters all around him, but wide of their mark.
He reached the shore, and as he sprang upon the ground his faithful
little band could not repress a cheer at his bravery and pluck.
But he urged them on. Not a moment could now be lost. The enemy,
shut off temporarily by the overhanging hill, might be down upon them
Clif gathered up his clothing and at a word they all sprang to their
places and the boat leaped through the water with a bound, and was
To the flagship! Clif cried, and then uttered an exclamation of
The dispatches! he cried, as he felt among his clothes. They have
been left behind!
At a word the boat was turned round and shot swiftly toward the
Yelling Spaniards could be heard racing down the hillside. They had
discovered the landing-place, and bullets began again to rain about the
It seemed sure death to return in the face of that fire, but the
intrepid crew sped on. The dispatches must not fall into Spanish hands!
The boat grated on the sands, and Clif sprang out. One instant
brought him to the spot where his clothes had lain. Fortune favored
him. As he felt along the ground, his hand touched a package of papers.
The dispatches! he cried, as he sprang to his place in the stern
of the boat, which had been turned ready for the start. He gave the
word and away they sped, this time with the flagship as the goal.
Spanish bullets flew after them, but they were safe. It was only when
they were for a moment brought out into bold relief by the searchlight
that again began to play from the flagship that the bullets of the
enemy came near their mark.
And then the firing ceased and the boat sped on. An enthusiastic and
jubilant crew it was. Only Clif seemed in a dissatisfied mood.
Gorry! he suddenly exclaimed, I came off without that shell after
You seem to lay great store by that, sir, said one of the men.
I do, said Clif. But will not return for it just now. To the
Not many minutes later they were safe aboard, the captured Spaniard
in proper custody, and, best of all, the dispatches were personally
delivered by Clif to the rear admiral.
But still Clif was not entirely satisfied.
CHAPTER XXIX. CLIF'S SECOND
In spite of the glorious work accomplished in those few hours Clif
felt chagrined that he had, in the excitement of the struggle on the
boat and under fire of the Spanish soldiers on shore, been forced to
return to the flagship without the shell.
He had thought considerably about it even during the stirring scenes
through which they had passed. He had his own ideas about it and wanted
to put them to the test.
Everything connected with it indicated to his mind some mystery, the
solution of which would materially help the American forces.
In the first place, the way in which it was brought to his attention
was unusual, to say the least. That a ship being pursued by a hostile
craft should deliberately fire away from the pursuer and toward the
land was peculiar, even for a Spaniard.
It was ridiculous to think that the shell had been aimed at Clif and
his party, for even had it been broad daylight the American boat's crew
would not have been visible to those on the Spanish ship. It was merely
a coincidence that Clif happened to be where the shell landed.
No, thought Clif as he revolved this in his mind, that shot was
not aimed at our forces. There was some other reason for firing it.
What that was he could merely conjecture, and he was not entirely
clear in his own mind. That the mysterious purpose had been carried out
to the satisfaction of those on the Spanish boat, Clif felt convinced,
was evident from the fact that not another shot was fired.
Then the shape of the shell was an important factor.
They are not using those round ones nowadays, thought Clif. This
one must be used for a special purpose. What that is, I'm going to find
The arrival of the Spanish soldiers and their peculiar actions
before the little battle that followed also demanded explanation.
They didn't know we were there, mused Clif, or they would not
have been so easily taken by surprise. Why were they there? Their
capture of the Cuban courier was accidental, I'm sure. They were on
some other mission.
Last of all, the theft of the ship's boat and the strange behavior
of the two Spaniards who had taken it and whom Clif had been forced to
overcome added a peculiar feature to the affair.
Taking it all in all, Clif felt that though they had bravely avenged
the murder of the Cuban, and had brought the dispatches safely to the
rear admiral, and with them a prisoner, still an important object had
not been accomplished.
He meant to return for that unexploded shell in the face of every
difficulty and put his ideas to the test. He had this purpose in view
when he delivered with his own hands the dispatches to the rear
Rear Admiral Sampson glanced quickly over the papers after they were
handed to him, and seemed highly pleased.
These are of the utmost importance, he exclaimed. With this
information we will be the better able to act in conjunction with the
insurgents when the proper time comes.
Clif knew the papers must indeed be of especial value from the rear
admiral's manner, for it was decidedly unusual for an officer of such
importance to unbend to that extent with an ordinary cadet. The rear
admiral was evidently more than satisfied with the result of Clif's
After a hasty examination of the papers, he turned to Clif, who had
remained standing, and asked some particulars of his meeting with the
Then Clif briefly but graphically told of his receiving the papers
from the hands of the insurgent and of the latter's tragic death so
soon after at the hands of the cowardly Spanish soldier who held him as
a prisoner of war.
Rear Admiral Sampson's blood fairly boiled as Clif gave him the
The cowards! he exclaimed, with clinched fist. It was barbarous!
But, sir, continued Clif. It has been avenged.
And then he briefly and with modest demeanor told of their attack
upon the company of Spanish soldiers, and their victory over them
without the loss of an American life. More than one Spaniard had gone
to his death to atone for that cowardly assassination.
The rear admiral was plainly interested, and at his request Clif
gave the particulars of his subsequent adventures and of the narrow
escape in the boat from the Spanish soldiers firing upon them from the
hill and shore.
Admirable! admirable! exclaimed the rear admiral, when the brief
narrative was finished. I am proud of the bravery of yourself and the
men with you.
And now, if you please, sir, said Clif, calmly, I want to go back
Back there! exclaimed the admiral. Where do you mean?
To the spot where I met the Cuban, replied Clif.
What do you mean? According to your account the place is swarming
with Spanish soldiers.
Not many of them, sir, said Clif. And it is not my intention that
they should see me. I left something behind that I think is important.
Then he told of the shell that came crashing through the trees where
they stood, and of the series of incidents that had prevented his
examining it as fully as he wished.
He insisted strongly that the recovery of the shell was of the
greatest importance, and intimated something of his ideas concerning
the mystery that it suggested. He spoke to such good purpose that at
last the rear admiral was disposed to grant his wish.
But it would be better to wait until you have had a chance to rest
a bit, said the latter. To-morrow night, for instance.
Delay is dangerous, sir, I think, said Clif. Others are seeking
it, I know, and it may not be there unless I go at once. There are
still several hours of the night left, and I can easily accomplish it.
The rear admiral had evidently been impressed with what Clif had
told him concerning the shell, and at last agreed that he should go
about it in his own way.
Very well, then, he said at last. Take a boat's crew and go at
If you please, sir, exclaimed Clif, I would rather take one of
the small boats and go alone. One man can move about with less fear of
Young man, you are undertaking a very dangerous mission, exclaimed
the rear admiral. But you seem to have the pluck, and I have
confidence that you can take care of yourself. Do then as you wish, but
take some signal rockets with you. Don't hesitate to use them if
necessary. We will be ready to send you assistance if needed.
Clif, highly pleased at the confidence that was reposed in him,
saluted respectfully and hastened away to prepare for the venture.
In a few minutes he was ready, the boat was lowered, and for the
second time that night he left the flagship to face fresh dangers on
But this time he was alone. Success and safety depended upon his
CHAPTER XXX. THE BATTLE IN THE
Was it a foolhardy venture, he thought, as with steady stroke he
forged ahead away from the flagship, and toward the shore he had so
recently left amid the clatter of hostile bullets.
The enemy now must be on the alert, and he might be detected and
captured the instant his boat touched shore. And he was not blind to
the dangers that might confront him on land.
I'm in for it now, at any rate, he thought, and I've got to
succeed. This mystery must be solved, and I believe the result will
show that it is worth all the risk.
Darkness favored him, and besides he was alone; and for that very
reason could move around with less risk of discovery once he reached
land. He knew exactly where he had dropped the shell, and it would not
take long to get it.
It was therefore with confidence that he urged the boat forward.
It was a long pull, for the flagship lay well out to sea, but Clif
did not seem to feel the strain. He drew near the shore without
detecting any hostile movement or hearing any sound that would lead him
to think that the enemy were on the lookout.
He decided that it would be prudent not to land at the same spot as
previously. He therefore steered for a clump of trees a little further
down the coast, and still not a great distance from the hill where the
Not a sound from the enemy reached his ears as his boat grated upon
the sandy beach, and he sprang out to secure the painter to a bush.
Then, feeling that his revolver was ready and handy for business, he
cautiously began to steal his way through the shrubbery that fringed
These screened his advance and soon he was ascending the steep bank
in the direction of the previous encounter. He was getting further away
from his boat and nearer and near to his destination.
All serene, so far, he muttered, as he advanced steadily without
any adventure. The Spaniards must have gone.
But suddenly, as he was about to step from the concealment of the
trees into a slight clearing that lay in his path, he heard a sound
that caused him to dodge quickly back. Looking out he saw a figure
close at hand and slowly approaching.
A step further and Clif would have brought himself directly within
the other's view.
It was not Clif's purpose to invite an encounter, although he
grasped his revolver in readiness for an emergency. He desired, rather,
to avoid it, and to quietly make his way to the spot where the shell
lay. That once secured, he felt that he could in the same way return to
his boat and to the flagship.
He therefore silently waited in his place of concealment to see what
the enemy would do. The latter evidently had not heard Clif's
movements, and continued slowly to advance, stooping occasionally and
peering from side to side.
I think I know what you're after, muttered Clif below his breath.
But you won't find it here; nor me, either, he added, as he began to
edge away from the position he held.
As he did so, the other turned and slowly continued his course in
the opposite direction.
The coast was again clear, and Clif lost no time in putting what
distance he could between himself and the unwelcome visitor. His
course, too, led him toward the mound of earth behind which lay the
object of his coming.
When he reached the spot where he had met the Cuban courier he found
it deserted. The Spaniards, after the escape of Clif and his men, had
With a light heart he sprang toward the rampart of earth and began
to ascend its side.
In one minute it is mine, he thought exultingly, and then back to
the flagship and the test!
But a surprise was in store for him. As he vaulted over the top of
the mound on to the other side, he landed almost into the arms of a man
who was just ascending that side.
The man was unmistakably a Spaniard, and from his hands there fell a
round shell, that rolled away across the ground.
The encounter was startling to both, but Clif was the first to
recover his wits. His quick eye detected the fallen shell, and he
divined the fellow's purpose.
Before the other could recover from his evident fright, Clif sprang
So you have found it! he muttered, as he closed in upon the
Spaniard, but finding's not keeping's this time.
Clif's attack brought the Spaniard quickly to his senses, and he was
not slow to defend himself.
In a flash he drew his revolver, but Clif was too quick for him. The
latter knocked the weapon from the fellow's grasp before he had a
chance to fire it.
Clif's own weapon was within easy reach, but for several reasons he
did not care to use it. He wanted, among other things, to avoid a
pistol shot which might attract others to the spot.
The contest must be one of muscle against muscle; and to unusual
strength Clif added a surprising agility that came in good stead in
such a struggle.
They grappled, and there in that enclosure formed by the mounds of
earth on several sides the two began a furious hand to hand battle, the
result of which long hung in doubt.
The Spaniard was no mean opponent, and fought with enraged fury.
Clif's astounding exertions during the past hours had been enough to
exhaust the strongest and sturdiest, and he was compelled to
acknowledge to himself, as the battle progressed, that it had made
inroads upon his strength.
Back and forth across the little enclosure the pair fought fiercely.
Once Clif slipped and fell beneath his opponent; but an instant after
he was upon his feet.
His keen eye followed his antagonist's every move. He was watching
for a chance to deliver one blow that would settle the combat. Several
times he had landed upon the Spaniard's head and face, inflicting
severe punishment, but not enough.
At last the moment came. The opening presented itself in the
Spaniard's guard, and with all the strength that was in him, Clif shot
out his right hand. It went home. With a force that seemed to lift the
fellow high into the air, his fist met the Spaniard's chin, and the
latter fell backward to the ground.
It was a clean knockout. Breathing heavily, the fellow lay where he
had fallen, unconscious of his surroundings.
Clif was panting from the exertion. He had received some punishment,
and the wound in his arm was throbbing fiercely.
But he paused only long enough to see that the fellow would not give
him further trouble, and then hurried toward the spot where the shell
I guess that'll hold you for a while, he muttered, looking at his
fallen foe as he started away.
But he'll come out of it after a time, he added. Gorry! how my
arm aches all the way up to the elbow.
It took but a moment for him to find the shell, for he had seen it
roll from the other's hand.
That's it, he exclaimed, as he picked it up. I'd know it in a
minute by its shape and weight. Rather light for a cannon ball.
But he did not wait to examine it there. There would be time enough
for that when he reached the flagship.
With a parting look at his unconscious antagonist he started away.
I'm sorry, my dear sir, he exclaimed, sarcastically, as he looked
back on reaching the top of the rampart. You seemed so attached to
this shell, I'd like to take you along with it. But as I can only take
one at a time, I'll content myself with this.
Then he turned his back upon the scene of his contest, and started
for his boat as expeditiously as due caution would allow.
He met with no obstacle in the way, and found the boat just as he
had left it. He threw the shell in the stern, and with a feeling of
exultation sprang in after it and seized the oars.
A few steady strokes and he was on the way toward the flagship. But
there had been a change in those quiet waters while he was on the land.
He had not gone many boat lengths from shore before he discovered
looming up before him a slowly moving steamer. It was apparently
hugging the coast and proceeding with as little noise as possible.
A boat trying to run the blockade! exclaimed Clif, as he backed
water and rested upon his oars. She'll succeed, too, unless one of our
ships should happen to discover her with its searchlight.
And then his responsibility, in view of the discovery he had made,
flashed upon him.
I must warn the flagship at once, he exclaimed, seizing the oars
and sending the boat forward with a spurt.
But after a couple of strokes he suddenly stopped again.
What a fool I am! he exclaimed. By the time I can row out to the
flagship, it will be too late. They must be warned instantly, and there
is only one way of doing it.
He reached for the signal rockets he had brought at the rear
admiral's order. Should he fire them?
Those on board the strange boat that was nearly abreast of him did
not know that he was there. If he gave the signal it would betray his
presence, and no doubt lead to an attack upon himself in his open boat.
Clif looked far out to sea for a moment, half hoping to see the
flash of the searchlight play upon the water, and lead to the detection
of the strange craft.
But the delay was only momentary.
It is my duty to warn the ships, he exclaimed, as he set a rocket
up in the stern, and drawing a match from his pocket, struck it upon
the seat of the boat. Here goes!
A moment later, with a sharp whirr and a flash of light, the rocket
shot up into the air. A second and third followed; then Clif sprang
back upon his seat and seized the oars.
The signal had been given. He had done his duty at whatever risk
there might be to his own safety.
CHAPTER XXXI. CAPTURED.
Clif had elected to imperil his own existence rather than allow one
of the enemy's boats to pass that blockade without warning to the
American ships. But he had no intention of lying idly by in the path of
the hostile craft.
He waited but a moment after the glare of the last rocket had died
out in the air, and then bent to the oars, and urged the boat toward
the open sea beyond.
And then he had every confidence that he had little to fear from the
They'll have all they can do to look out for their own safety now,
he thought, without paying any attention to me. The New York has seen
the signal, and will not be slow in making out the cause. Then look
out, Mr. Spaniard.
But there was more taking place upon those waters than Clif was
cognizant of, and peril came from an unlooked-for source.
His decision to send up the warning signal had been quickly formed
after his first discovery of the strange vessel. He had seen at a
glance that it was not a warship, but a merchant steamer. It was moving
slowly, and apparently seeking, as much as possible, the concealment
afforded by the shadow of the coast. Every feature about it showed that
it was trying to quietly steal out past the blockading vessels.
Clif had not delayed, but on the impulse of the moment had sent up
the signal rockets while he was yet between the ship and the shore. But
a few steady strokes would carry him beyond the enemy and toward the
flagship, he thought.
But to his surprise he noticed, on glancing over his shoulder as he
drew nearer the vessel, that the latter was moving slower than before
and in fact had just stopped.
This was puzzling to him, for now, if at any time, the boat should
be showing its utmost speed. Those on board must surely know from the
signals that they had been discovered and that pursuit would instantly
A few words will explain the situation to the reader. The vessel
was, as Clif suspected, endeavoring to steal out past the American
ships, which were known to be in the vicinity. But a short time before
Clif had left the shore for the second time, the blockade runner had
slowed down, and a boat, manned by half a dozen sailors, had been sent
ashore. An officer in the Spanish army, with important dispatches, was
to be taken aboard at a point not far from where Clif had landed.
The work of the Spanish boat's crew had been expeditiously
performed, and when Clif sent up his signal, they were returning to the
ship. Unnoticed by Clif in his excitement at the time, they were close
to one side of his boat at that fateful moment.
A pistol shot suddenly ringing out in the air and a bullet flying
not far from his head apprised the cadet of danger from that quarter.
The Spaniards, as was natural for them to be, were aroused to a high
pitch of excitement against the youth whose vigilance promised to set
all their plans at naught.
With a hoarse yell of rage they tugged at the oars and their boat
fairly leaped through the water after the intrepid young cadet.
Clif saw the movement, and redoubled his efforts at the oars. It was
a race for his lifeone against seven!
With frantic energy he tugged at the oars, and his boat shot forward
with encouraging speed. At that moment the searchlight on the flagship
sent its rays across the waters in answer to the signal, and a dazzling
stream of light played upon the scene.
It brought in clear relief the form of the waiting steamer, and the
two boats racing so desperately near at hand.
What a thrilling scene it must have been to the officers on the
bridge of the flagship as with glass in hand they watched the exciting
race. But it was not given to them long to note the cadet's desperate
struggle for freedom, or to marvel at his great endurance.
The race was a short one, and the result a foregone conclusion.
There was no hope of Clif's escaping from the pursuing boat, with its
crew of fresh and eager oarsmen. The latter closed in upon him with a
leap and a bound, and soon were within oar's length of him.
He recognized the uselessness of trying to escape from them, but was
determined not to surrender without a struggle even in the face of
He dropped his oars and sprang to his feet, facing his enemies. He
drew his revolver, but before he could use it one of the Spanish
sailors, who had risen in the boat, knocked it from his grasp with his
The boats were now side by side, almost touching, and the dark hulk
of the steamer was not many feet away.
From the latter arose aloud cheer as they saw that Clif had been
disarmed, and above the noise Clif could hear a few words of command
from the Spanish army officer who sat in the stern of the boat at his
side. It was to the sailor who had sprung up to attack Clif.
Don't shoot! he said. Take him alive!
Clif had seized an oar when his revolver fell with a splash into the
water, and there was no doubt that he intended using it.
But two can play at that game, and the Spanish sailor, forbidden to
shoot, attacked Clif furiously with the oar, which he still held in his
Clif dodged, but as he did so another sailor aimed a blow at his
head. The aim was good.
A sharp pain shot through the young cadet's head, he reeled and all
became dark before him. With a faint moan he fell senseless into the
bottom of his boat.
The contest had been short, and well it was for the Spaniards that
such was the case. Already the flickering of the searchlight told that
the flagship was hurrying to the scene.
The Spaniards realized the importance of quick action. They had, on
the impulse of the moment, retaliated upon Clif because it could take
but a few minutes and because they felt that the chase would end not
far from their waiting vessel.
They congratulated themselves that it had, indeed, brought them
almost to the ship's side, and now they lost no time in getting
themselves and their prisoner aboard. Willing hands assisted from
A couple of strokes of the oars had brought them to the ship's side,
with Clif's boat in tow. In obedience to a command, Clif's boat with
its unconscious burden was raised bodily to the deck. The captain
thought he could use it in his business.
A moment later the Spaniards with the army officer reached the deck,
and the ship's captain signaled to go ahead.
All now was excitement on board the Spaniard. Beyond securely
fastening the arms and legs of their unconscious captive where he lay,
they paid but little attention to Clif. They were all too wrapped up in
thoughts of escape from the cruiser whose piercing searchlight was
streaming upon them.
Among the crew there was, here and there, a murmur against the delay
that had been caused by stopping to take on the army officer, and with
this was coupled a note of resentment against the young cadet whose
appearance on the scene promised to spoil all their plans.
But the captain's orders were carried out promptly, the more so as
their own safety depended upon it.
They were not without hope of making good their escape in the end,
for they knew what speed their craft was capable of. It was a fast
boat, and the throbbing of the engines told that she was being urged to
her full speed.
Amid intense excitement of crew and officers, the wild dash for
freedom and safety had begun.
Through all this confusion and flurry the cadet whose prompt
signaling had occasioned it lay helpless and unconscious. The steady
thump of the machinery below, which was steadily carrying him further
and further from his friends, made no impression upon his ears, nor was
his mind aroused by the excitement of the chase or the hope of rescue.
But the race had not been long under way before he began to show
signs of returning consciousness. He stirred uneasily in the bottom of
the boat where he lay, attempting to move his pinioned limbs; then a
long-drawn breath, and he opened his eyes slowly.
The noise from shipboard fell upon his ears, and the sounds confused
him. His surroundings puzzled him and his mind at first could not grasp
the situation. Where was he?
Then with a rush of recollection came the remembrance of the attack
upon him in the open boat. His enemies had triumphed, he thought, and
left him a helpless victim to drift about upon the open sea. But whence
He painfully raised himself to a sitting posture and looked out. To
his astonishment, he found himself and boat upon the deck of a swiftly
Then he saw it all, and realized what had happened. He caught a
glimpse of the rays of the searchlight that still streamed across the
water, and a moment after heard the boom of a cannon out at sea.
The New York! he exclaimed. She is in pursuit! But she's too far
away, and can never catch this fast boat. The only chance of her
stopping it is with one of her big guns.
And then, involuntarily, he shuddered as he thought that, bound and
helpless, he would share the fate of the Spanish crew if a shot from
the flagship should penetrate the ship's side and send it to the
He moved a little toward the stern of his boat, as best he could, to
get a better view of the light that showed the approaching flagship. As
he did so he struck a round, hard object that lay behind him.
The unexploded shell! he exclaimed, as he recognized what it was.
I still have that with me, at any rate!
And then he began to tug at the ropes that bound his arms in a
frantic effort to loosen them.
The rapid throb of the engines below and another boom of cannon from
out to sea told that the chase was becoming a hot one.
CHAPTER XXXII. CLIF FARADAY'S TEST.
The excitement among the crew of the Spanish steamer was intense as
they watched the light from the flagship and noted the course of the
projectiles that came toward them. For this reason they had not
observed Clif's movements, and gave themselves no concern about him.
Whatever may have been his intended course of action, he was at last
compelled to abandon it.
Strain and tug as he would at the cords that bound his arms, they
remained intact, nor could his ingenuity devise any way of releasing
himself from their hold. Though hastily tied, the knots had been put
there to stay, and Clif at last realized that it was a hopeless task to
try to undo them.
But though he could not free his arms and legs, he could use his
eyes, and the scene was one thrilling enough to rivet his attention.
The fast moving steamer, urged to its utmost speed, the exclamations
of hope and fear among its crew, the more majestically moving flagship
whose deficiencies of speed were more than atoned for by the range of
her guns, suggested possibilities to one in Clif's position that might
well set one's heart to beating wildly.
If the steamer should escape by reason of superior speed, it would
bring joy to the crew, but disaster to Clif, their helpless prisoner.
If, on the other hand, a shot from the flagship should sink the Spanish
boat, Clif perforce would share death with them. Little wonder that
brave as he was, he struggled anxiously to free his arms and legs from
The New York can never catch us, he exclaimed, when he had settled
down to watching the flagship as best he could. She is too far away,
and this boat is too fast.
There was little need of the searchlight now, as dawn was
approaching. The forms of the ships could be distinguished in the
uncertain light without its aid.
Clif had been watching the flagship which was astern, but now,
looking forward, he saw a beam of light in that direction. It was
several miles out to sea, and shot across their path.
That must be the Wilmington, he exclaimed, cheered by a suddenly
revived hope. She can cut across our path, and all may yet be well.
He looked back at the flagship and saw the red and the blue signal
lights flashing their message to the ship ahead which was, as Clif
surmised, the Wilmington. They also carried a message to Clif, nor was
their meaning lost upon the Spanish crew.
They have signaled the Wilmington to intercept her, exclaimed
Clif. But it will be a close race.
He heard the signal from the excited captain of the Spanish boat for
more speed, and the throbbing of the machinery told that they were
endeavoring in the engine rooms to carry out the order. It seemed as if
the engines were already doing their utmost, but Clif could notice a
slight increase in the headway they were making.
It was a fast boat and no mistake, Clif thought, as he anxiously
strained his eyes to see what the Wilmington was doing.
Answering signals told that she had received the order from the
flagship, and that those orders would be obeyed. Clif fervently hoped
that she would be successful. He hated to think of the possibility of a
hostile ship succeeding in running the blockade, and now this patriotic
impulse was heightened by the fact that he was a helpless prisoner on
board the very boat that promised to accomplish that feat.
For, as he watched the race, there was a growing conviction in
Clif's mind that the Wilmington was so far out to sea that she could
not hope to stop the Spanish steamer except by the power of her guns.
And a hole in the side of the enemy's vessel, however desirable under
ordinary circumstances, did not coincide with his hopes or ideas on
this occasion. He had no desire to share a watery grave with his
The two boats were heading for the same point, the Wilmington
seeking to block the path the other was following. One of her guns
spoke out, but the shot fell short. She was not in range.
Faster went the Spanish boat, and nearer to the objective point
raced the two vessels.
Clif breathlessly watched the pursuing craft whose success meant so
much to him. Could she win?
The Spaniards shared his excitement, and watched their opponent with
fully as much eagerness. At last they broke out into a cheer.
Clif was not slow to understand its import. The Spanish boat was
making really a phenomenal run, and had reached a point where it was
evident that if they maintained their speed they would soon be past the
dangerous line. That once reached they could show the Yankee boat a
clean pair of heels.
Clif's spirits fell when he realized that the Spaniards had good
cause for their jubilation. There was no doubt now that the steamer
could pass the danger line and then away.
The Wilmington, too, seemed to realize that there was no hope of
catching up with the other vessel, for now the cannon boomed out in
rapid succession. They were rapidly drawing nearer and within range.
A shot swept across the Spaniard's bows, but on she went. Then
another struck the bridge upon which the captain stood glass in hand,
and he had a narrow escape from flying splinters. But the goal was too
near for them to stop, and he signaled for more steam.
Clif could not but admire this officer's pluck. Under other
circumstances, he would have said that the Spaniard deserved to win.
The vessel seemed to struggle to do what was demanded of her, and
sped on. Another shot from the Wilmington rattled across her bows, but
the crew answered with a cheer. Five minutes more and they would be
round the point and then
What would happen then was never to be known. Suddenly a loud
explosion was heard from below, and the whole frame of the steamer
shook from end to end. Men rushed on deck in a panic, and wildly
proclaimed the cause.
A steam pipe, urged beyond its strength, had exploded, carrying
destruction with it. The race was lost, and the captain promptly hauled
down his flag.
But as he did so, he gave orders to steer toward the land, and the
steamer came to a standstill not far from the shore.
The Spanish army officer carrying the dispatches entered a boat that
was quickly lowered and when the prize crew from the Wilmington boarded
the steamer he was safe upon land and his escape was assured.
When the officer in charge of the prize crew had finished the
formalities, Clif attracted his attention. The cadet had apparently
been forgotten by his captors in the excitement of the chase and the
calamity that had come upon them. The American officer was astonished
beyond measure to find one wearing the familiar uniform in such a
plight on that boat.
Why, Mr. Faraday, he exclaimed upon learning Clif's identity, and
having released him from his bonds, we were not aware that they had an
American on board as a prisoner.
I thought not, from the way you were firing at us, said Clif, with
a smile. I thought more than once that you would send this particular
American to the bottom along with the shipload of the enemy. You were
firing too accurately to suit me this time.
Well, the American boys do come pretty near hitting what they aim
at, responded the officer, evidently pleased at the compliment to
their marksmanship. But I am curious to know how it has happened that
we find you here.
Clif then briefly told of the adventures that followed his finding
of the unexploded shell, which he picked up from its lodgment in the
boat and held in his hand.
So you have risked your life for that piece of steel! exclaimed
the officer. What can have been your purpose in that?
Does it not strike you, sir, that there is something peculiar about
it? asked Clif, as the other examined it.
Yes, replied the officer, it is decidedly out of date, and might
be interesting as a relic, but not of sufficient importance to risk
one's life for.
I had an idea that there was a mystery about it that was well worth
solving, replied Clif. And with your permission, sir, I will put the
matter to a test.
As you like, responded the officer, with the air of a man who is
indulging some childish fancy.
Clif was not slow to take advantage of the permission granted, and
carried the shell to a table that stood upon the after deck, the
officer meantime paying no further attention to him, but attending to
some further detail of transfer.
Clif had procured a fuse and inserted it into the shell and was upon
the point of lighting it when the officer appeared.
Stop, sir! he commanded. Would you blow us all to destruction?
Others standing near made a move as if to stop Clif, but it was too
late. The fuse was burning rapidly.
With a cry of alarm and amazement, the officers, American as well as
Spanish, sprang to one side and dodged in great fright.
But Clif calmly stood by, his arms folded and a confident smile
playing about his lips.
He was putting his theory to the test.
CHAPTER XXXIII. THE MYSTERY OF THE
Mingled with evident fright and alarm there was upon the face of
each a look of incredulity at rashness of the cadet. Had his adventures
and narrow escapes turned his brain, and were they now at the mercy of
a maniac? was in the minds of all.
They had not long to wait. The fuse burned rapidly and spluttered to
the end, and as they all involuntarily ducked their heads at the
impending explosion, a peculiar thing happened.
When the fire from the fuse reached the shell there was a sharp
clicking sound, and those who were looking at the shell saw it suddenly
open like a book, and from its hollow interior fell a roll of paper
upon the table.
This Clif seized and waved over his head in triumph.
Hurrah! he cried. It is as I suspected. Secret dispatches from
the enemy that are worth all they have cost!
The officers were struck dumb with amazement, and stood and stared
at the smiling young man as though they could not believe their eyes.
But after a time they crowded around him and examined the shell
curiously, and then the papers that Clif held in his hand.
The papers were evidently written in Spanish, and though the
American officers could not read them, they now had conceived
sufficient confidence in Clif to believe that they were indeed of
The shell, whose quest had caused Clif so much peril and danger, was
a curious affair. It had been cunningly contrived for the purpose it
had so admirably fulfilled. Though very much in appearance like the
old-fashioned round shells, it was in two parts, ingeniously hinged so
that when closed it required very close scrutiny to detect the seam.
It was hollow, and consequently light in weight. This fact had first
arrested Clif's attention and had set his thoughts to work upon the
mystery that was connected with it. In the opening where the fuse was
inserted there was a concealed mechanism so arranged that it might not
be detected or opened with the finger, but would readily give way to
the force of a slight explosion in that small cavity. If it should fall
into strange hands, unfamiliar with its design, it was meant to defy
all efforts at opening it.
Clif was the recipient of many expressions of praise from the
American officers upon his ingenuity in fathoming the secret that was
so cunningly devised, and they questioned him at length.
That is indeed wonderful, said the superior officer. But how did
you ever guess the purpose for which it was intended or the method of
Clif then explained the circumstances connected with its appearance
at his feet among the trees where he was awaiting the Cuban courier.
I thought it was strange that a ship being pursued should fire a
shell at the land instead of at its enemy, he said, and when I picked
it up I was struck with its peculiarities, but my examination was
interrupted by the arrival of the Spanish soldiers. We were kept busy
for a while pursuing them, and did not have much time to pursue this
The officer smiled knowingly at this, for he had gathered enough
from Clif's previous narrative to know that the little band of sailors
had done great feats that night.
The shell not exploding, continued Clif, led me to think that
perhaps it was not intended to explode just then and when I saw that
the Spanish soldiers seemed to be hunting for something there, I jumped
to the conclusion that it was this identical piece of steel they were
after. That explained their presence there and their peculiar behavior.
And what could the Spaniards want with that shell if it did not contain
something of value to them and of greater value to the American cause?
You reasoned well, exclaimed the officer, and so you decided to
risk going back for it, and your ideas have come out triumphant through
the test. But, young man, don't try any more experiments like that when
They all laughed heartily at this sally, at which Clif joined in.
But it was decidedly a peculiar way to send dispatches, continued
the officer, and it would seem as though it was uncertain and
unnecessary as well.
There seemed to me to be a good reason for it, sir, said Clif. I
figured that that boat had been sent to deliver the dispatches, with
instructions that if they were pursued to fire the shell at a point
agreed upon, and then make their escape. They were pursued, and did
fire toward shore, and the soldiers in waiting evidently saw the flash,
and knew about where to hunt for it. I think, sir, that when these
papers are examined it will be found that they contain information that
the Spanish army ashore wants the worst way.
This proved to be the case. Clif was given custody of the peculiar
shell and the papers it had contained, and after a little delay was
taken in the boat to the Wilmington.
Signals were exchanged between this vessel and the flagship, and in
due time Clif was rowed to the latter and ordered to report to the rear
He turned the shell and its contents over to that officer with an
explanation of all that had taken place.
I see that you had good cause for desiring to go back to find this
shell, said the rear admiral when Clif had finished. We have learned
from the prisoner whom you secured after a struggle in your boat, that
they had stolen your boat to facilitate the transfer of some papers.
They were late and missed seeing the boat that fired this shell. Now
that you have secured these papers I will call your knowledge of
Spanish into requisition and allow you to transcribe these for me.
And this Clif did; and when he had completed the task it was found
that the most important work he had done that night, was in securing
that shell and unraveling its mystery.
As he issued from the admiral's room Cadet Wells, one of Clif's best
friends, approached him.
Faraday, old fellow, he said, I've got news that will interest
It's about that exception among Spaniards, the lieutenant who
helped you and Miss Stuart escape.
Ah! what of him? asked Clif, eagerly.
You know he left us on a Spanish boat that brought you over under a
flag of truce. Well, we couldn't touch that boat then, of course, but
yesterday she ventured too far out, and the New York sunk her. We saved
all her crew and from one of them I learned what became of Hernandez.
It seems he sought a lonely part of the boat while she was on the way
from us to the shore, and knelt to pray. An officer of the boat saw him
thus and withdrew. A moment later all hands were startled by a pistol
shot. Hurrying below they found Lieutenant Hernandez prone on the deck,
a calm smile on his face, a bullet in his brain.
Faraday was deeply affected.
And thus, he said gravely, perished one of Spain's real heroes.
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Herbert Bellwood 121Sam Sawbones By Bracebridge Hemyng 120On His
Mettle By Fred Thorpe 119Compound Interest By Harrie Irving Hancock
118Runaway and Rover By Weldon J. Cobb 117Larry O'Keefe By
Bracebridge Hemyng 116The Boy Crusaders By John De Morgan 115Double
Quick Dan By Fred Thorpe 114Money to Spend By Harrie Irving Hancock
113Billy Barlow By Bracebridge Hemyng 112A Battle with Fate By
Weldon J. Cobb 111Gypsy Joe By John De Morgan 110Barred Out By Fred
Thorpe 109Will Wilding By Bracebridge Hemyng 108Frank Bolton's
Chase By Harrie Irving Hancock 107Lucky-Stone Dick By Weldon J. Cobb
106Tom Scott, the American Robinson Crusoe By Frank Sheridan
105Fatherless Bob at Sea By Bracebridge Hemyng 104Fatherless Bob By
Bracebridge Hemyng 103Hank the Hustler By Fred Thorpe 102Dick
Stanhope Afloat By Harrie Irving Hancock 101The Golden Harpoon By
Weldon J. Cobb 100Mischievous Matt's Pranks By Bracebridge Hemyng
99Mischievous Matt By Bracebridge Hemyng 98Bert Chipley By John De
Morgan 97Down-East Dave By Fred Thorpe 96The Young Diplomat By
Harrie Irving Hancock 95The Fool of the Family By Bracebridge Hemyng
94Slam, Bang &Co. By Weldon J. Cobb 93On the Road By Stanley Norris
92The Blood-Red Hand By John De Morgan 91The Diamond King By
Cornelius Shea 90The Double-Faced Mystery By Fred Thorpe 89The
Young Theatrical Manager By Stanley Norris 88The Young West-Pointer
By Harrie Irving Hancock 87Held for Ransom By Weldon J. Cobb
86Boot-Black Bob By John De Morgan 85Engineer Tom By Cornelius Shea
84The Mascot of Hoodooville By Fred Thorpe 83Walter Blackshaw By
Frank Sheridan 82The Young Showman's Foes By Stanley Norris 81On
the Wing By Weldon J. Cobb 80Yankee Grit By John De Morgan
79Bicycle and Gun By Cornelius Shea 78The Backwoods Boy By Horatio
Alger, Jr. 77Ahead of the Show By Fred Thorpe 76Merle Merton By
Frank Sheridan 75The Three Hills of Gold By Harrie Irving Hancock
74A Barrel of Money By Weldon J. Cobb 73Lucky Thirteen By John De
Morgan 72Two Ragged Heroes By Earnest A. Young 71A Slave for a Year
By Fred Thorpe 70In the Woods By Frank Sheridan 69The Prince of
Grit By Harrie Irving Hancock 68The Golden Pirate By Weldon J. Cobb
67Winning His Way By John De Morgan 66Boats, Bats and Bicycles By
Ernest A. Young 65Rob, The Hoodoo By Fred Thorpe 64Railroad Ralph
By Engineer James Fisk 63Comrades Under Castro By Victor St. Clair
62Life-Line Larry By Frank Sheridan 61Track and Trestle By Ernest
A. Young 60The Phantom Boy By Weldon J. Cobb 59Simple Simon By
Herbert Bellwood 58Cast Away in the Jungle By Victor St. Clair 57In
Unknown Worlds By John De Morgan 56The Round-the-World Boys By Fred
Thorpe 55Bert Fairfax By Frank Sheridan 54Pranks and Perils By
Ernest A. Young 53Up to Date By Weldon J. Cobb 52Bicycle Ben By
Herbert Bellwood 51Lost in the Ice By John De Morgan 50Fighting for
a Name By Fred Thorpe 49Lionel's Pluck By Frank Sheridan 48The Mud
River Boys By Ernest A. Young 47Partners Three By Weldon J. Cobb
46Rivals of the Pines By Herbert Bellwood 45Always on Duty By John
De Morgan 44Walt, the Wonder-Worker By Fred Thorpe 43Through Flame
to Fame By Frank Sheridan 42A Toss-Up for Luck By Ernest A. Young
41The Jay from Maine By Herbert Bellwood 40For Home and Honor By
Victor St. Clair 39A Bee Line to Fortune By John De Morgan 37Never
Give Up By Fred Thorpe 36Vernon Craig By Frank Sheridan 35The Young
Showman's Triumph By Stanley Norris 34The Roustabout Boys By Herbert
Bellwood 33The Young Showman's Pluck By Stanley Norris 32Napoleon's
Double By John De Morgan 31The Young Showman's Rivals By Stanley
Norris 30Jack, the Pride of the Nine By Frank Sheridan 29Phil the
Showman By Stanley Norris 28Bob Porter at Lakeview Academy By Walter
Morris 27Zig-Zag, the Boy Conjurer By Victor St. Clair 26The Young
Hannibal By Matt Royal 25Git Up and Git By Fred Thorpe 24School
Life at Grand Court By Frank Sheridan 23From Port to Port By Ensign
Clarke Fitch, U. S. N. 22The Rival Nines By Walt Winton 21The Young
Journalist By Harrie Irving Hancock 20John Smith of Michigan By
Herbert Bellwood 18Cruise of the Training Ship By Ensign Clarke
Fitch, U. S. N. 17Chris, the Comedian By Fred Thorpe 16Lion-Hearted
Jack By Frank Sheridan 15The Rivals of Riverwood By Herbert Bellwood
14His One Ambition By Harrie Irving Hancock 13A Strange Cruise By
Ensign Clarke Filch, U. S. N. 12Dick Derby's Double By Fred Thorpe
11The House of Mystery By Matt Royal 9From Switch to Lever By
Victor St. Clair 8Clif, the Naval Cadet By Ensign Clarke Fitch, U. S.
N. 7The Boy in Black By Fred Thorpe 6The Crimson Q By William G.
Patten 5The Balas Ruby By Capt. Geoffrey Hale 3Bound for Annapolis
By Ensign Clarke Fitch, U. S. N. 2Blind Luck By Fred Thorpe 1The
Boy Argus By William G. Patten
THE HARKAWAY LIBRARY
This line contains, exclusively, the exciting adventures of Jack
Harkaway, now for the first time offered to our boys in low-priced
Bracebridge Hemyng, the author, has established an enviable
reputation. No better stories of adventure in school and out, on land
and sea, have ever been written. The boy reader at once feels a most
lively interest in Jack's welfare and desires to follow him through all
the adventures that he experienced.
The following is a list of the titles now ready and those scheduled
for early publication.
34Young Jack Harkaway on the Isle of Palms By Bracebridge Hemyng
33Young Jack Harkaway In Search of His Father By Bracebridge Hemyng
32Young Jack Harkaway at Mole's Academy By Bracebridge Hemyng
31Jack Harkaway in the Toils By Bracebridge Hemyng 30Jack Harkaway
in the Black Hills By Bracebridge Hemyng 29Jack Harkaway's Cadet Days
By Bracebridge Hemyng 28Jack Harkaway Among the Indians By
Bracebridge Hemyng 27Jack Harkaway Out West By Bracebridge Hemyng
26Jack Harkaway Among the Counterfeiters By Bracebridge Hemyng
25Jack Harkaway in New York By Bracebridge Hemyng 24Jack Harkaway's
Battle With the Turks By Bracebridge Hemyng 23Jack Harkaway's Duel By
Bracebridge Hemyng 22Jack Harkaway's Confidence By Bracebridge Hemyng
21Jack Harkaway and the Bushrangers By Bracebridge Hemyng 20Jack
Harkaway in Australia By Bracebridge Hemyng 19Jack Harkaway's Resolve
By Bracebridge Hemyng 18Jack Harkaway's Pluck By Bracebridge Hemyng
17Jack Harkaway in Greece By Bracebridge Hemyng 16Jack Harkaway and
the Red Dragon By Bracebridge Hemyng 15Jack Harkaway in China By
Bracebridge Hemyng 14Jack Harkaway's Perils By Bracebridge Hemyng
13Jack Harkaway in America By Bracebridge Hemyng 12Jack Harkaway
Around the World By Bracebridge Hemyng 11Jack Harkaway's Return By
Bracebridge Hemyng 10Jack Harkaway's Capture By Bracebridge Hemyng
9Jack Harkaway Among the Brigands By Bracebridge Hemyng 8Jack
Harkaway's Triumphs By Bracebridge Hemyng 7Jack Harkaway's Struggles
By Bracebridge Hemyng 6Jack Harkaway at Oxford By Bracebridge Hemyng
5Jack Harkaway Among the Pirates By Bracebridge Hemyng 4Jack
Harkaway Afloat and Ashore By Bracebridge Hemyng 3Jack Harkaway After
School Days By Bracebridge Hemyng 2Jack Harkaway's Friends By
Bracebridge Hemyng 1Jack Harkaway's School Days By Bracebridge Hemyng