Jose Castro danced about like a maniac on the sh.o.r.e.
"You shall all be shot!" he cried. "The general will have you killed as traitors."
But the men rowed on, despite Jose"s threats.
Dan Daly had started up when he heard the noise.
"Faith, an" I know the gentleman," he said, "though it"s his name that"s not in my mind now."
"It"s Jose Castro."
"What?"
"True, Dan. There"s no killing him."
"Shure, an" there"s no tellin"."
The Irishman took up one of the rifles that lay at the bottom of the boat. It was loaded. He put it to his shoulder and fired.
Bang!
Then he took another and fired.
But by this time Jose had vanished. He had no desire to become a target for Dan Daly"s rifle practice.
Meanwhile, the boats were rapidly nearing the sh.o.r.e behind, and fortunately the waves had fallen, or it would have gone hard with everybody.
Young Glory was keenly searching the water for the cruiser. He thought it possible that seeing the torch burning, he might show a light. This, of course was doubtful, for war ships in an enemy"s waters, never display a light of any kind at night.
Boom!
"The cruiser!" shouted Young Glory, joyfully.
"Arrah! but it"s sinkin" us she"ll be."
"No, no, Dan. It"s a shot across our bows. I"ll wave the light again."
"An" faith it"s little good that"ll do."
"But it will. It shows we are not an enemy, for enemies don"t give notice of their coming."
Young Glory continued to wave the torch, and the boats proceeded slowly.
"I see it!"
"What! Young Glory?"
"The cruiser. Look, Dan, you can just make it out in the darkness."
"Shure, an" ye"re right."
"Give them a hail."
"Ahoy there! Ship ahoy!"
"Who are you?"
"Faith, an" it"s Dan Daly"s squadron arrivin"!"
From the cruiser came a burst of laughter. Evidently the people there had recognized the Irishman"s voice.
The boats were nearer to the cruiser than they appeared to be, and a few minutes after this talk they were alongside the Brooklyn.
Instantly Dan Daly bounded up the gangway.
"Dan Daly!"
"Yes, sir," answered Dan, saluting. "It"s back I"m glad to be."
"And I"m very glad to see you, Daly," answered Captain Miles, for it was he.
There was a crowd of officers standing around him. Late though it was, they were mostly on deck, for the light shown near the sh.o.r.e had excited their curiosity, and for a long time past they had been watching it, and discussing its meaning.
"It"s some friends of mine below, sir. It"s meself wants to ask "em aboard."
"Do so."
"Arrah! an" ye"d betther be steppin" up lively, ye spalpeens. It"s the skipper himself"s waitin" to see ye."
Not a word of this speech did any of the Spaniards understand, but Young Glory instantly translated it for their benefit.
One after another they slowly filed up the gangway.
There were not less than forty of them, and it may be imagined that their appearance created a great sensation.
"Spaniards!" cried Captain Miles. "Why, it"s a regular army."
"Widout arms, Yer Honor," said Dan. "It"s meself has their guns and swords."
"This is most extraordinary, and what"s this?"
"I report myself returned, sir."
"Young Glory!"
The skipper staggered back a few paces, he was so astounded.
"There are about forty rifles and as many cutla.s.ses in the boats below, sir."