"Who are you, then?"

"I will tell you. I am Young Glory."

The Spaniard dropped into a chair.

"So you are the man who released the prisoner who was to be shot?"

"Yes."

"And you've done terrible injury to the Spanish cause, both here and in
Spain."

"You pay me a high compliment, senor."

"We have a heavy debt against you, Young Glory," said the Spaniard,
gloomily.

"You will when this night is over. My work has only just commenced.
Come, captain, you and I must not quarrel. You are a brave man, I know.
Don't drive me to extremities. I must have your uniform and I'll give
you--these."

Young Glory laughed as he pointed to the rags he was wearing.

A soldier soon recognizes the truth. A civilian is more disposed to
argue. So the result was that Captain Calderon yielded with the best
grace he could, and commenced to undress.

Young Glory, meanwhile, was doing the same, and in a few minutes the
exchange had been effected.

Captain Calderon was a Cuban fisherman. Young Glory was a Spanish
officer.

"They fit me beautifully, capitan. Don't you think so? Why, really, I'm
not a conceited chap, but I don't think it would be well for you if the
fair Julia saw me to-night."

"So you were listening to what I and my comrades were saying?" asked the
captain, with a black look on his face.

"I heard every word. It's a way I have, and I find it extremely useful
sometimes. I shall to-night."

"And now I suppose I can go?"

Young Glory smiled pityingly.

"For a man of your intelligence that is a very foolish question, senor.
No, you will stay here. I shall have to secure you, bind you up in fact,
and also gag you."

"Gag me?"

"Yes, you might raise an alarm. You have an excellent voice as I heard
when you were drinking."

Young Glory, as a seaman, had no difficulty in fixing the cords so that
they would hold, and whilst he was talking, he went on with the work.

The captain was trussed up like a chicken now.

"You will repent this," hissed the captain, through his clinched teeth.

"I am of a different opinion."

"Some day I will have a bitter revenge."

"Why? All is fair in war. You would do the same to me if it served you
and I was in your power. But we shall talk all night if we get on this
strain. You won't be lonely for I have provided a companion for you.
See!"

Young Glory raised the clothes that covered the owner of the hut and
exposed him to view.

Whilst the captain was staring in as