Young Glory."

Dan began foraging about the hut now.

"It's food an' drink I'm afther," he explained, "an' partic'larly the
last. Ha! what's this? Wine! Well, it can't be helped."

"What did you expect to find?"

"A drop of the craythur, shure. It's much I'd give for three fingers of
whisky."

The two seamen made a good meal of some cold fish and bread and the
bottle of wine, most of which latter going down Dan's throat.

Then Dan lit his pipe.

"Hurroo! but it's great. It's happy as a king I'm feelin'."

"For how long? We can't stay here, Dan; we must get out of this."

"But not till it's dark."

"Perhaps not."

"It's Captain Miles won't go away, Young Glory. He'll be afther kapin'
the cruiser near."

"Yes, I feel certain he will. I've no doubt he's doing his best to
rescue you, Dan."

And so the two talked on, Dan smoking and Young Glory thinking how they
might make their escape.

It seemed as if night would come and find them chatting.

An interruption took place.

Young Glory from time to time went to the door of the hut and glanced up
and down the road. Now he came back quickly.

"Your hiding-place again, Dan."

"Why?"

"There are more soldiers coming."

"Murther!"

"There will be if you don't hurry."

The warning was enough. Dan was out of sight in a moment.

This second visit to the hut alarmed Young Glory greatly.

He saw that things were in a very critical position.

In the event of a thorough search it was absolutely certain that Dan
would be discovered.

As the soldiers approached the hut, Young Glory tried hard to maintain
his calm. He saw with surprise that all these men were officers. So much
he could tell from their uniforms.

When they came to the hut they found Young Glory sitting at the table,
busily engaged in mending some fishing lines which he had found in the
hut.

He sprang up quickly as the leader entered, and saluted him
respectfully.

"Welcome, senor capitan."

"My good fellow," answered the Spanish officer, "myself and my friends
here won't interfere with your work. Go on, I beg. We only seek a short
rest."

Young Glory put the fishing lines away.

"It is nothing," he said. "My friend who lives here is away to-day, and
I am keeping house for him, so I thought I would do a little work."

"Has he anything in the drinking line?" cried a young lieutenant.
"That's more to the point."

A shout of approval followed.

"You don't speak very often, Ruiz