"Yes, they"ve mines, I know," Hal interposed, with a smile, remembering his own experience.
"So you do, young fellow. I was forgettin". Well, we don"t take kindly to the notion of walking straight in, so, if the gate is shut tight, it won"t matter at all to us. But to the Don it will. He"d be just like a fly in a bottle, and he"d be as much ours as if he sailed out right away, and got knocked to pieces with our sh.e.l.ls."
"Yes, I can see that," Hal agreed. "Once he allows himself to be shut in, he will be out of the game altogether. He will be harmless to you, and a dead loss to his own side. In fact, the Spanish fleet will cease to exist."
"Put very nicely, and that is the case," the lieutenant answered. "But now, about this bung. Lieutenant Hobson will put it in position. He"s a kind of specialist in naval construction, and this bottlin" game is his plan from the very beginnin". I can tell you that he"s a very fine fellow."
"Why, it will be a most risky undertaking!" exclaimed Hal. "To block the opening efficiently, the ship will have to be sunk close under the batteries. It will mean certain death for all."
"Well, it may," was the answer. "It is frightfully risky, I"ll allow; but it is not certain death. You see, the darkest night will be chosen, and every man will be wearin" a life-belt, and will have a raft close handy to swim to. Supposin" the guns do go off, the chances are that no one will be hit. But those torpedoes will be precious nasty, I"ll agree.
They"ll kill if anything does. Yes, now that I come to look into the matter more closely, I"m inclined to fall in with you, young Marchant.
It is bound to be very risky; but then, Hobson is a fine, gallant fellow!"
He spoke in tones of the utmost pride, and well he might, for the officer to whom he referred, though only twenty-eight years of age, had already attained to no mean reputation in his profession. And who but a bold and resolute man could have volunteered for such an undertaking as that proposed? Surely no weakling could expect to carry it out, while for a coward to attempt to take part in it, and, more than all, to lead what was no better than a forlorn hope, was ridiculous, and utterly out of the question.
Lieutenant Hobson had a fine spirit, and a glance at his face was sufficient to show the cla.s.s of man he was. "I leave myself without anxiety in the hands of Almighty G.o.d," he wrote, when setting out for the war, and he entered upon this hazardous and all-important enterprise in the same condition of tranquil and absolutely fearless confidence.
"Yes, he must be a plucky beggar," Hal agreed. "I wonder whether--er--er--er----" He became suddenly silent and thoughtful.
"Well, what is it?" the lieutenant exclaimed.
"I was wondering whether I could go with Hobson," Hal said quietly. "You see, it would be doing something for the cause, and for my bread and b.u.t.ter, and it would give me the opportunity for which I have been longing, and enable me to reach the island."
"Yes, and of bein" shot," the lieutenant answered sharply. "Say, Marchant, don"t you do somethin" that"s mighty silly. All the volunteers that go with Hobson will be made prisoners as sure as eggs. They"ll run a chance of bein" shot as well. Now, if you were captured with them, that rascal of a sweep--what"s his name? d"Ar--d"Arousta; yes, that"s the fellow--would spot you at once, and then--click! It would be all up with Mister Marchant, I reckon."
"It might," Hal replied thoughtfully; "but I"ll take my chance. Will you help me to join as one of the volunteers?"
"Why, man alive, you"re just askin" too much," the lieutenant answered hotly. "When volunteers were called for, how many do you think stepped out? Every mother"s son aboard the whole combined fleet! Every one of them, I tell you, and a precious fine hullabaloo they"re kicking up too, now that the matter is settled. You see, only seven boys are wanted, so there"s that same number walking about just now as proud as peac.o.c.ks.
And there"s hundreds more, officers and men, who are sayin" all that"s black, and grumbling atrociously. Seven is the number, young Marchant, and you"d better remember it."
"I will, and I"ll be the eighth," said Hal in the same quiet voice.
"Look here, Billing, I"m very anxious to get ash.o.r.e. Will you, like a good fellow, contrive to get me included in the expedition?"
"I"ll try, and I can"t say more than that," was the answer, given with obvious reluctance and hesitation. "Tell you what it is, Marchant. For one of your country, you"re one of the best fellows I know. I"ve taken a fancy to you, and now you"ve the cheek to ask me to help to get you killed! That is playing the wrong game."
"Nonsense! It is not so bad as that," Hal replied, with a smile. "All I ask is that you will help to get me aboard Hobson"s ship. I"ll manage the rest."
"Well, I"ll see." The lieutenant nodded and walked away, leaving Hal sunk in a brown study.
"It seems a chance," he said thoughtfully--"a chance in a hundred. Every day out here I get more anxious about the hacienda, about the safety of Mr. Brindle and Dora. I"ve promised to fight with the Americans, and no doubt I shall have to run many risks. This is a big one, but not greater than that which I took when escaping from the island. In that case, my knowledge of Santiago helped me to get away safely, and I see no reason why it should not aid me in reaching the land and stealing into the forest without being observed. They say that every foot of the coast is watched, but it is more likely that all eyes will be fixed in the direction of the harbor entrance, where the ship is being sunk; so that a single individual might easily evade the sentries. Yes, I know the harbor, and will willingly take the risk. The job now is to make arrangements to go, and if the worst happens, and I am refused permission, I will slip overboard and swim to the vessel selected as the bung, and climb aboard her as best I can."
That an attempt to close the entrance to the harbor of Santiago was about to be made was already public property in the American fleet, and everyone watched the preparations for the event with the greatest interest. Lieutenant Hobson, with a large force of men, was busily engaged upon a big tramp collier, the _Merrimac_, which was destined to be sunk across the entrance. For this purpose, a row of ten miniature torpedoes was fitted along the port-side of the steamer. They were each loaded with eighty-two pounds of gunpowder, and were connected by means of wires with a battery placed on the bridge. Pressure upon a simple b.u.t.ton would fire them, and, it was hoped, would blow such a hole in the vessel"s side that she would sink immediately.
Then their duties were carefully a.s.signed to the seven men. Two were told off for the engine-room, and the remainder were to be on deck. At the critical moment steam was to be turned off, and the fore and after anchors cut away from their lashings and dropped. Then the sea-c.o.c.ks were to be opened wide, and the wheel lashed. By that time all but one would have dived overboard, and would have swum to the dinghy, which was to be towed behind the ship, and would contain life-belts and rifles.
And then would come the final act. Hobson, the last upon the ship, would press the b.u.t.ton and explode the torpedoes, and follow his men into the water. All were to be dressed in underclothes only, with revolvers and ammunition strapped round their waists in waterproof belts.
"It"s the finest thing that was ever thought of," said Lieutenant Billing enthusiastically, a few hours before the attempt was to be made.
"If it does not succeed--and I tell you that that"s likely--it will deserve to be remembered. I guess that the Dons will concentrate every gun on the _Merrimac_, and though it will be dark at the time, their searchlight will help the shootin". So every one of the boys will have to run the chance of being shot. Are you still anxious to go?"
"I am," Hal answered, with determination. "I have thought the matter over, and have fully made up my mind to risk it. If Hobson and his men undertake it cheerfully, why should not I?"
"That just depends on the stakes," the lieutenant replied with a sly smile. "You see, our boys will be doin" somethin" for their country.
They will be patriots, you understand. Now, with you it"s different. You are wantin" to get ash.o.r.e to see how your friends are doin". I suppose they are particular friends. Anyway, the attraction must be very strong."
"It is," Hal murmured. "But what have you arranged?"
"Just this. I"m sure to go aboard the _Merrimac_ with orders before the evenin" is done. I"ll take you along too, and when you are there you must just manage for yourself, and, whatever happens, Hobson must never know."
"He shall not," Hal answered readily. "I"ll hide away, and when we reach the channel, I will swim for land, leaving the others to make for the dinghy."
"Well, I hope it"ll come out as rosy as that," the lieutenant replied.
"Now, you get right down into my cabin; you"ll find two bundles there, tied to a belt. One"s a revolver and cartridges; the other is food.
You"ll want both. No more now, young fellow. I am not going to have any thanks for helping you to get killed. Here"s good luck to you."
He shook Hal heartily by the hand, and then hurried away. As for the latter, he at once followed the instruction given him, and then, carrying the two parcels, went to his own cabin.
"I"ll make all ready for a swim," he murmured, turning the contents of a drawer on to the carpet.
There were some thin cotton suits, and he at once selected a coat and the lightest pair of trousers, tearing these across at the knees, so as to make them like football knickers. Then he threw off his outer clothes, and having donned the ones he had just selected, put on his own suit over them. A minute later he was ready, the belt attached to his waist and out of sight, and the parcel of food beneath his coat.
Just as dusk was falling, a marine came to call him, and on ascending to the deck he found the lieutenant waiting. They at once went over the side into a cutter, and were rowed across to the _Merrimac_.
"There she is," whispered Lieutenant Billing, as her enormous hull hove in sight. "Good luck, Marchant! Just you slip aboard after me, and look round for yourself. So long to you."
"Right; I know what to do. Good-by, and thank you very much."
Hal stretched out his hand, and gripping the lieutenant"s, pressed it warmly. Then he clambered up the swaying rope ladder on to the deck. By this time night had fallen, and as it was necessary to have no lights burning, the ship was in darkness from stem to stern. Hal at once crossed the deck, and, feeling his way along the engine skylights, came to a wide, open companion way. He slipped down the stairs, and at once found himself in a small saloon. Then his fingers touched a handle, and, turning it, he entered a small cabin, through the unshaded porthole of which he caught a glimpse of distant lights, twinkling faintly from the ships of Admiral Sampson"s squadron.
"This will do for me," he murmured in tones of satisfaction. "I"ll lie here till the hour for action arrives."
He sat down and kept a watch out to sea. Occasionally he heard footsteps overhead, and once the low murmur of voices, evidently from men lying alongside in a boat. But soon all was quiet, save for a low grating sound which now and again reached his ear, and told him that the stokers were at work. Hour succeeded hour, and still he remained in the cabin, though he was becoming more and more restless and troubled, for the _Merrimac_ did not move. At last, when midnight was past, her anchor was hove up, and she steamed away for Santiago, her departure having been delayed, as all was not ready for the enterprise at the appointed time.
Hal at once sprang to his feet, and, having seen that his revolver was well secured, and the parcel of food tied to his belt, he pulled off his outer clothes and stood up in the thin cotton ones which he had selected. But, after all, he was to be disappointed, for suddenly there was the panting of machinery, and a low black hull rushed past, leaving a trail of fiery sparks behind it.
"_Merrimac_, ahoy!" someone hailed. "Admiral"s orders that you put about at once and drop anchor over the old moorings. The dawn will break within an hour."
The torpedo boat at once sheered off, and as he watched from his porthole, Hal saw her swing round with a rush that sent her swaying and dipping into the oily sea.
"Off till to-morrow," he murmured. "Very well, it is disappointing; but I must make the best of it, and as I am here in a comfortable cabin, why, I shall stay here. I have grub with me, and there are blankets on the bunk. I"ll just see what can be done with the door."
He fumbled at the handle, and discovered a key and a latch, which he fastened. Then he lay down on the settee, and covered himself with a rug. A few moments later he was asleep, worn out by the excitement of antic.i.p.ation, and by the long vigil which he had kept.
When he awoke, the sun was going down, and another day was almost gone.
"Now for it!" he exclaimed. "I"ll just indulge in a meal, and will then prepare for a swim."
He undid the parcel, ate heartily of biscuit and meat, and, after carefully reconnoitering, popped into the saloon, and obtained a drink from a small filter. Then he locked himself in the cabin again, and packed up the remains of the food. A few hours later the moorings were quietly dropped, and in trying silence the _Merrimac_ steamed away for Santiago upon as adventurous an expedition as was ever contemplated.