"No," returned Young Glory. "No man must move or lift a finger, or I fire the powder."
Young Glory clearly commanded the situation, but how long would it last?
One of the men who had swam ash.o.r.e might have a rifle, and if so, no doubt he would fire at Young Glory.
But the sergeant was not satisfied even with this. For he saw that if Young Glory fell dead in the ammunition boat the torch would fall too, and then what would happen? It was too dreadful to think about.
Bang!
It was Jose Castro who was firing. But as he was only possessed of a six-shooter and the distance was great, Young Glory did not stand in fear of any of the bullets the spy might send.
However, he told him to desist, as it was quite possible he might do some injury. Jose sternly declined, and when Young Glory threatened to blow up the boats, he told him to do so.
"Well, let him fire," muttered Young Glory. "He does good, really, for he"s making a noise, and that"s what I want. Dan! Dan!"
Here Young Glory began to shout again.
"Faith, it"s here I am!" said a well known voice, and immediately the bow of a boat shot around the nearest point of land.
"Alone!" cried Young Glory, in dismay. He had expected to see Dan come with not less than three of the cruiser"s boats.
It was a terrible disappointment.
"Shure, an" it was your cries that brought me."
"And you didn"t see the light?"
"No."
"Where are the others?"
"The skipper didn"t send them."
"Why not?"
"Begorra, it"s not near the cruiser I"ve been at all, at all."
"That accounts for it," muttered Young Glory. "Well, I"m in a pretty mess now, and I"ve dragged Dan into it, which is worse."
"It"s a great illumination ye have there, Young Glory."
"Yes."
"An" mebbe it"s friends of yours these gentlemen are?"
"Very good friends. See! there"s not one of them will do anything to hurt me."
"An" why?"
"Because, Dan, I"m standing with powder and shot all around me, and if I happened to drop this torch--I threatened to do it--the consequence would be very serious."
"Is it here ye"re afther stayin" the night?"
"I can"t go, Dan, an" I won"t let these friends of mine leave me."
"It"s mighty awkward."
"Yes, we"ll go!" shouted Young Glory. "A good idea"s just come into my head."
"It"s the great head, is yours!"
"Now, Dan, have you a six-shooter?"
"Yes."
"Then take it."
"What for?"
"Go round the boats to each of the Spaniards you see sitting here."
"An" thin?"
"You"ll make him hand over his arms, sword and gun, mind, and six-shooter. Even a stilletto, if he has such a thing."
"Faith, I won"t be afther lavin" the spalpeens wid a pen-knife."
"Very well. Do your work, and do it quickly. Every moment counts now."
Dan went to work with a vengeance. Not a man offered resistance. What, between Young Glory"s torch and Dan"s six-shooter the men were fairly cowed, and one after another they handed over their weapons. Dan Daly threw them carelessly at the bottom of his boat.
"It"s no arms they have, but fists now, Young Glory, an" shure they don"t count, for a Spaniard wants a knife in his hand, anyway."
"Very good. Now take your oars," said Young Glory, sternly. "The boats"
heads are pointed to sea. Pull right out with all your strength. If any man refuses, I"ll shoot him dead!"
CHAPTER VII.
ARRIVAL AT THE BROOKLYN--DISCOVERING A RAFT.
Not a man refused to obey.
Young Glory"s actions had terrorized them.
Instantly they bent over their oars, and the boats once more began to move. Young Glory, torch in hand, still stood in the bow of one of the ammunition boats.