A DESPERATE UNDERTAKING
A gigantic success had indeed been scored for America by Admiral Dewey and his fleet, and it need scarcely be mentioned that east and west, north and south, he was a hero throughout the States. For the moment the interest of the nation was transferred to another sphere; the China seas claimed the earnest attention of all. Indeed, when fuller details were to hand, it was more and more apparent that the action in Manila Bay had been of the utmost importance; and before proceeding to detail the doings of Hal, it will be as well to describe the situation more precisely.
One would have thought, considering the importance and value commercially of the Philippines, that Spain would have strained every nerve to bring their defenses to a pitch of perfection which would have defied the might of America. But this was not the case, for just as the United States was deficient in men ash.o.r.e, so was Spain hopelessly obsolete with regard to her sea-power. Though war had been expected for many months, and, indeed, had been imminent, no effort had been made to supply the Philippines with a modern fleet. Admiral Montojo, the sailor who commanded in the China seas, had but a poor squadron of vessels to depend upon, and it will be scarcely believed that, of the nine which sailed under his orders, one at least was unable to put to sea, for the simple and deplorable reason that her boilers were worn out and would not raise the necessary steam. Of the others, all may be described as obsolete in defenses and in armament. Whereas Admiral Dewey boasted of a fleet of six up-to-date ships, heavily armored, and with steel under-decks, in the case of the cruisers, which would give ample protection to the engines, the Spanish vessels had little more than thin iron plates to depend upon. In fact, in all that goes to make a fleet efficient and dangerous the Spanish ships were wanting. The American ships hopelessly outmatched Admiral Montojo"s command in speed, protection, and gun-power.
The last mentioned, though not touched upon before, was not the least in importance, and here again Spain showed herself quite obsolete. Her guns were, almost without exception, old and practically useless. In addition, ancient and fairly modern cannon were placed in ships side by side--a terrible mistake, and one destined to cost their crews dear when the time for fighting came, for the task of selecting and supplying the various forms of sh.e.l.l and powder would be no light one.
Nor was it merely in point of fleets and armaments that the Spaniards failed. Knowing his ships to be hopelessly outmatched, it is a matter for wonder that the admiral did not sink them in the bay, after having removed all the guns and stores. Had he done so, he would have joined forces with the commander of the troops stationed in the environs of Manila, and with him could have given a decided check to the Americans when they attempted to land. Again, failing this, he might have withdrawn with all his ships to the numerous creeks which cut between the Philippines, and, lying hid there, might have sallied out at any moment, and taken Admiral Dewey unawares, thereby doing good service for king and country.
However, we have seen that he chose to set his face to the enemy, and one can only admire the courage of the man, and of all those who helped him during the engagement with the Americans. Defeat was certain, and death not improbable.
Indeed, when full details came to hand, it was only wonderful that any had escaped with their lives, for the Spanish fleet was taken unawares.
Only half of the ships had steam up at the moment, while three were in the hands of the dockyard staff, undergoing repairs. Those that were ready steamed out to the open water, and formed in line of battle across the opening of Cavite Bay. As they took up their positions, Admiral Dewey and the American fleet swerved and ran down the line.
Twice did the fleet pa.s.s along the Spanish line, and by then the _Reina Cristina_, the flagship, was in flames, and had lost some fifty of her crew in killed, while the greater number were wounded. The other ships had fared as badly, and had been riddled with sh.e.l.l. Indeed, while the American fleet had been struck in all some dozen times, the _Reina Cristina_ alone had been pierced by more than seventy missiles. By the time Admiral Dewey had pa.s.sed down the line for the fifth and last time, the Spanish ships were burning and sinking in all directions.
Seeing that all was lost, Admiral Montojo, who had, after the fire on board the flagship, transferred his flag to a small cruiser, gave orders that all who were able were to scuttle their ships and abandon them. The command was reluctantly carried out, the wounded being taken ash.o.r.e and placed in the villages, while the uninjured marched for Manila, bearing with them their arms and the breeches of their more or less useless cannon.
Having thus put out of action Admiral Montojo"s whole fighting force, the Americans drew off for breakfast, and, having refreshed themselves, steamed into Cavite Bay in two lines. Here they met with little resistance, and in a very short while had silenced the sh.o.r.e batteries.
When at last they drew off for the night, the naval a.r.s.enal at Cavite was in their hands, all the shipping within the harbor was in flames, while the town of Manila itself lay under their guns. Indeed, the might of Spain was broken in the seas which surrounded the Philippine Islands.
But there the victory stopped, for by this time the American fleet was sadly short of sh.e.l.l and powder, and in addition there were no troops at hand to invade the island. Consequently, as the Spanish commander refused to surrender, Admiral Dewey found himself in a dilemma, in which we will leave him for the moment, while Hal Marchant and his doings claim our attention again.
Three days after landing at Key West he went aboard the _Hudson_ again, and in due course stepped upon the deck of the flagship, the _New York_.
"How"s the youngster?" asked his naval friend, shaking Hal by the hand.
"Doing well, I am glad to say. But he"ll be in hospital for a month."
"And by then this war will be over," was the answer. "Our troops are getting into fighting order away over in the States, and before long they will be sailing for Cuba. Then I fancy two weeks will settle the Dons."
"And what is to happen in the meanwhile?" asked Hal.
"That"s not easy to answer right now. The Philippines are going to be a bother, and may even delay the invasion of Cuba, for it seems that the natives there have made up their minds to be free of Spaniards and Americans too. That, of course, is clearly out of the question, and I believe a part of the force prepared for Cuba will be sent to the China seas. You see, Cuba will be freed and given independence, but with the Philippines it is a different matter. Up to this we Americans have held aloof from foreign conquest, but now it is necessary that we should have some possession in the East, for it is there that trouble with other nations is likely to arise in future. So, no doubt, we shall just go for these insurgents tooth and nail, till they think better of it and accept us as their masters.
"Another matter also is engaging our attention. Everyone in the fleet has to be precious spry, for Admiral Cervera has sailed with a Spanish fleet from Cadiz, and some say has already left St. Vincent for these seas. I need not tell you that Admiral Sampson hopes to catch him, and is disposing his vessels so as to watch all the approaches to Cuban waters. If we fall in with the hostile fleet, there will be a general action, and I tell you, sir, that the Amurricans will win. At any rate, you won"t find a single commander who will strike his flag.
"In the meantime, and while we are keeping an eye open for Cervera, we are to make an attack upon San Juan, which, I dare say you know, lies very close to Cuba. It is a most important station, situated on the coast of Puerto Rico, one of the Caribbean Islands, and if in our possession would be an excellent base at which to concentrate our forces for the invasion of Cuba. If Cervera were to slip in there, his gunboats would make things very hot for us. Hillo! Time"s up. I ought to have been on the bridge ten minutes ago. So long, Marchant, and let us hope that we have some fun to look forward to."
He nodded gayly to Hal, and ran up on to the bridge, looking particularly smart and sailor-like in his white suit and his linen-covered cap.
Hal paced up and down the deck for some time, closely observing the other vessels. Then he dived down to the gunroom to consult the papers.
Already he felt quite at home, and like one of the officers, for he had been made an honorary member of the mess, and was in receipt of sufficient remuneration to pay his way. Indeed, by a friendly arrangement, he had been engaged as guide, in the not unlikely eventuality of a party of sailors being landed at Santiago. And so long as he remained on the ship, this arrangement was to be in force; but he had been careful, when accepting the post, to stipulate that, should an opportunity occur for him to land at Cuba, he was to take it at once, promising that he would return at the earliest moment, if it were possible, and if not, that he would transfer his services to the troops when they landed to invade the island.
"I"ve had orders from the commodore to make things agreeable to you,"
said the paymaster of the ship, soon after Hal came aboard. "Somehow, he seems to fancy that you"re mad keen to slip ash.o.r.e, and if that is the case, you"re to go when you like. Up till then, you"ll be ready to land and show the boys round at any moment. In return there"s free rations with the officers, and so much allowed for extra tobacco and the like.
If you do slip ash.o.r.e--and I think you won"t, because it is the kind of thing that a madman would do--then you"ve got to promise to come back to the ship as soon as you can, or to fall in with the troops. Now, do you jump at it or not?"
"The terms will suit me very well," Hal answered readily, only too thankful to feel that he was no longer a guest, but had some right on the ship.
And now for many days nothing of importance occurred. As predicted by the lieutenant, a bombardment of San Juan was attempted, but with negative results, and thereafter the fleet, sailing under the orders and flag of Admiral Sampson, patrolled the seas in and about Cuba, keeping a bright and anxious look-out all the while for the appearance of Admiral Cervera"s warships.
Occasionally trifling engagements took place, and the Dons, looking from their forts, seldom failed to spy one or more of the blockading fleet in the offing. But no real success worthy of the name was gained on either side. An attempt on the part of the Americans to cut the cables was frustrated by the Spanish, who in this and in other engagements proved that a few, at least, of those who garrisoned the island were efficient.
On the whole the Dons scored, but not to any marked degree. Then an event occurred which altered the plans of America, and caused Hal once again to run into danger.
"We"ve had news that Cervera sailed with his fleet from St. Vincent,"
said his friend the lieutenant one day, coming forward with a message just received on the flagship by semaph.o.r.e. "The Spanish admiral hauled up his anchors and got the steam turned on somewhere about April 28th.
Since that he"s been lost. No one has so much as a notion where he"s been, and I tell you the whole American fleet has been watchin". Now the tale comes that the _Maria Teresa_--that"s the flagship--and three other cruisers, with three destroyers that were built for the Dons some time ago by Britishers over in England, have hoodwinked the whole lot of us, and have slipped safely into Santiago. Mind you, it is not likely, but it"s possible--quite possible; though, how on earth he managed to get through, without being discovered, is more than I can guess."
"Then I suppose that Admiral Sampson will order his fleet to Santiago?"
said Hal.
"So, young man; you"ll be a naval expert before you"ve left us. We"re right now for the place, and I should fancy that Havana will be left in the cold."
"I"m very glad you are returning to my part of the island again," said Hal in tones of pleasure, "Now I shall have a chance of slipping ash.o.r.e."
"That you may," was the rea.s.suring answer. "If Cervera"s fleet is really there, we shall be doin" somethin", you may be sure. Most likely there will be a landin", but it"s too early to say for certain. When it does come along, though, my promise is a promise, and I"ll stick to it and give you a helping hand."
Hal had to be satisfied with this, and spent the hours that intervened before the _New York_ reached the neighborhood of Santiago in wandering aimlessly up and down the deck, wondering all the time what had happened at the hacienda during his long absence.
Even when the green-clad hills of Eastern Cuba were in sight he was still far from his object, for as yet there was nothing more than rumor--rumor which too often misleads or deliberately lies--to show that the Spanish fleet had arrived. Evidence there was already to hand which showed that Admiral Cervera had sailed straight from his station in the Cape Verde Isles to Martinique, and from there to Curacoa. From that moment he had been lost. Rumor, as has been said, described his arrival in Santiago, and, indeed, the news was published in Spain, the government at Madrid declaring it to have been received direct by cable from Cuba. But it is not well always to believe the report of an enemy, for this might, after all, be only a simple and harmless _ruse de guerre_. And so for many days the American fleet under Sampson patrolled the seas, while Admiral Schley, who had also come upon the scene with another fleet of proud vessels flying the Stars and Stripes, sailed along the southern coast, reconnoitering every harbor.
"I can"t get to the bottom of these Dons," said Lieutenant Samuel K.
Billing in grumbling tones one day, as the _New York_ lay to on the ocean, slowly drifting along the coast. "Here we are, longin" to know what"s happened to Cervera, and just doin" nothin". And how are we to obtain information? I guess that a bold course would suit the case better than anything. Just sail right in to a close range, so as to search the whole of Santiago with our gla.s.ses."
"That does sound the most sensible course," Hal agreed. "At any rate, it would save all this unnecessary delay, and would keep the American people in better humor. They must be very anxious for stirring news away in the States."
"So they are. But look here, Marchant; if Cervera is really in there, why does he not make a rush at us? That is what leads me to doubt whether he"s in the island, or, rather, in the harbor; for if he were anch.o.r.ed in Santiago Bay, and just took the trouble to send out his destroyers, why, we should be most uneasy."
This, indeed, was the argument used by many. If Cervera--who was known to have three British-built destroyers with him--were really in Santiago, why, then, did he lie hidden and skulking in there? Why did he not take advantage of his strong position, and of the uncertainty covering his whereabouts, to steal out at night and fall upon the American ships which patrolled the open sea? A bold man with such possibilities before him, and with such obvious advantages, might well do much for the country he served, and wreak havoc in the ranks of the enemy"s fleet. What did it mean to one acquainted with the n.o.ble profession of a sailor? Risk? Yes, certainly; but imagine what glory and what honor if success were to crown his efforts! Choosing some densely dark night, and with all lights carefully dowsed, the commander of one of those low, rakish-looking destroyers might easily run from the harbor, dash amongst the enemy, and discharge torpedoes right and left.
What if the bag were only one proud ship each night? It would still be a fine result, and the loss of confidence amongst the Americans, even with their iron nerves, would be an advantage to the Spaniards in future conflicts, for nothing tells upon the fighting qualities of a force, whether on land or at sea, like constant hara.s.sing tactics, and fear of attack which comes only when it is least suspected, and so suddenly as to make retaliation impossible.
In spite of all the possibilities, there was not so much as a move from the harbor, and even when a transport, laden with coal, was held up just outside and within shot of the batteries on Morro Castle, there was no sign of help, and no destroyers ran out to attack the American ships.
And yet, incredible though it may seem, Cervera had reached Santiago as early as May the 18th, though it was not till the end of the month, when Admiral Schley and his consorts made a reconnaissance in force, that it was definitely decided that the long-lost fleet was there. Day after day he had been lying hidden behind the promontory, with steam always up, and yet undecided how to act, and never venturing to leave the harbor.
Truly a policy that was scarcely likely to win honor and possessions for his country!
It was a day of excitement and high hope when at last Cervera"s whereabouts was known to the American fleet.
"George! But now it will be a game!" exclaimed Lieutenant Billing in delight. "Marchant, there"ll be a chance for you yet. Wait till we"ve whopped this fellow to pieces, and then you shall go ash.o.r.e."
"But how will you whop him?" asked Hal. "You have him safely in the harbor, I"ll allow; but to reach him is another matter."
"That it is, and I ought not to have talked about knocking him to pieces. But I meant this. There he is, and there he"ll stay. Do you follow? We"re goin" to put a cork in the bottle."
"A cork? But how?"
"Like this," the lieutenant explained. "Santiago, as you must know mighty well, has got a long, narrow channel leadin" to the sea. Well, the water is not extraordinarily deep, and I reckon that a ship sunk sheer across the opening would act as a bung. We can"t get in, as you"ve mentioned. It isn"t exactly the kind of job an admiral would fancy, for there are mines placed everywhere in the fair way, to say nothing of the guns linin" the sides."