tance away. Quick as lightning Young Glory did the same. He
stole along towards the spot where the Spaniard had secreted himself,
and there was a look on the boy's face that spoke volumes.

"It is he!" he muttered. "I only saw him for an instant, but it's a face
I never forgot."

Bang! A man sprang forth, pistol in hand, and fired.

As he did so he laughed defiantly.

"Good-by, Young Glory!"

"You villain, I am not dead yet, as you shall see, Jose Castro!"

For it was the famous Spanish spy.

Quick as lightning, before Jose could fire again, Young Glory had sprung
on him.

"Give me the key!" he cried, holding the spy in an iron grasp. "Give me
the key, or I will kill you!"

"What key?" gasped Jose.

"The key of the door by which you have just left the fort. I saw you do
so. You cannot deceive me."

"And this is my answer!"

With these words Jose tore himself loose, and then an instant later, he
flew at Young Glory, knife in hand. But his foot caught in some
vegetation, and he fell forward.

As he did so, a large key dropped from his pocket.

"The key!" shouted Young Glory, making for it, with a glad look on his
face.

"You shall not have it!" cried Jose. "Death first!"

"Yes, death for you!"

Young Glory seized the frantic Spaniard as he struggled to reach the
key. For a moment or so, they swayed about on the bluff. Then Young
Glory, exerting all his strength, tossed the spy backwards, releasing
his hold so as to save himself from going with him.

Jose Castro went crashing down the bluff towards the sea and the jagged
rocks which lay below.

"The last of the spy!" cried Young Glory.

He did not press forward to inquire further into Jose's fate, but flying
through the wood at full speed, he burst in on his astonished comrades.

"Saved!" he cried.

"Saved, Young Glory! What does this mean?"

"That I will lead you into the fort, sir. Follow me!"

Stealthily the entire band, hidden from view by the trees, reached the
door.

"When it is open, dash in!" said Young Glory. "Not a moment must be
lost!"

The men were astounded to see him walk up to the door in the rampart,
insert the key in the lock, and open it. Madly they rushed through into
the fort.

The Spaniards were standing at the guns when this sudden attack took
place, thinking that the enemy was in front. They had no time to rally.

Young Glory leading, the American sailors pressed forward, cutting down
all in their path. A few of