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.

Jose Castro danced about like a maniac on the shore.

"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 shore 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