neiro to New Orleans. We were attacked by the Spaniards, and our
ship was captured."

"What was done with it?"

"The cargo--that is, the valuable part of it--was taken by the Spaniard,
and our ship was sunk."

"And how came you on the water?"

"Oh, that is a terrible story. The Spaniards would not take us on board.
The captain said that he had too many mouths to feed as it was."

"The wretch!"

"Wait. Many of the Spanish officers proposed that we should be sunk with
the ship. It would save time, they said. Sometimes I think it would have
been better if they had carried out their intention, for my poor
comrades suffered torments before they died."

"It was merciless!"

"Then these men held a conference. After a lot of talk they came to a
decision. It was decided that the carpenter should rig out a raft in a
hasty fashion, and that we were to be put aboard it. And so we were.
They sent us adrift on a few timbers without a bite to eat, or one drop
of water."

CHAPTER VIII.

YOUNG GLORY ON THE NASHVILLE--AT SAN JUAN DE
PORTO RICO.

Captain Miles was aghast.

The officers of the Brooklyn who had drawn close to listen, were loud
in their expressions of indignation.

"The brutes! the inhuman brutes!" said the skipper. "And these are the
men for whom some misguided people feel pity."

"An object lesson like this," said the lieutenant-commander, "shows how
much pity they deserve."

"As we left the Spaniard," continued the mate of the Mary Parker, "the
wretches on board hooted and jeered at us. We heard some of them propose
that they should have some rifle practice on us, but this was rejected,
because it was too merciful a death. Five days we passed beneath a
burning sun, suffering cruel thirst and hunger. Of twenty men who went
on the raft, but nine remain."

"Poor creatures!"

Captain Miles was silent. The horrors to which he had listened had
affected him deeply, it was some moments before he spoke.

"Tell me, if you can, the name of the ship that captured you."

"It was a Spanish cruiser, the Cristobal Colon."

"The Cristobal Colon! That name will stick in my memory, my friend,
until I have revenged you and your shipmates. Do you think it's likely
that the Spanish cruiser is in these waters now?"

"Yes, I heard enough while I was aboard of her to make me think so. Her
mission is to prey on American commerce."

"We will catch her."

"It's not easy. She does her work, then dashes into the