The prisoner of Matanzas; or, Hal Maynard in the enemy's clutches

The prisoner of Matanzas; or, Hal Maynard in the enemy's clutches

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The prisoner of Matanzas; or, Hal Maynard in the enemy's clutches
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ok, Cigar, Tobacco & Candy s::Gr. o w and Old Books and Libraries i n Stock. st s Halsted St c HacAco u .. et. Madison.. and a.:; O rton . O v Starry Flag Weekly Issued Weekt11.-By SubSCl'iVtiOI" $2.50 pet yea1'. Entered as Second Class J1IaUer at the .N. Y.Post Office, srREET & SMITH' 81 li'ulton tit., N. Y. Enle,ed according to Acl 01 Cong1ess, i : n the yem 1898, in the Office a/ the Librarian of Ccmoress, Washington, IJ. C. No, 6. NEW YORK, June 11, 1898. Price Five Cents. THE PRISONER OF MATANZAS; OR, Hal Maynard in the Enemy's Clutches. By DOUGLAS WELLS. First Part. CHAPTER I. OFF FOR CUBA'S COAST. "General Gomez asks you to report to him. n "Good!" Returning to its holster the revolver which he had been critically exa111ining, Lieutenant Hat Maynard rose to his feet with an alert springiness that character ized all his movements. "But, mi amigo--" hesitated Captain Juan Ramirez. "Well?" "Have yon no suspicion as to what his business is?" A mela11c11oly light came into May 11ard 's eyes. "I presume that he is ready to hand me the reports which he wants me to take back to the United States." "That is what I imagined, and, mi amigo, it means that we are to part at last.,, "Of course,,, sighed Hal. And then, a new thought coming to his mind, he added, swiftly: "But it will also mean, my boy, per haps, that the war is to be more swiftly Then we can be with each other at our own pleasure." They formed a pleasing contrast, this pair. Hal Maynard, fair, tall and lithe, pre sented a handsome, soldierly sight in his uniform as a second lieutenant in the United States f!rm y. He became the uniform, carried it with as jaunty grace as any West Pointer) although, before the opening of the war, he had never worn Uncle Sam's uniform. It has been told in previous accounts how Hal Maynard first went to Cnba as a planter's clerk; how, having_ been left behind by the exodus nnder Consul General Lee, he got into the Cuban army; how he snbsequently came to go to the Ulllted States on a mission for General Gomez; how, while at Key West, he had been ordered, upon accepting a commis sion in the army, to proceed with twenty troopers to Cuba, there to find Gomez and to deliver certain papers from the Washington government. These papers were as to the military and other supplies needed by the Cuban generalissimo. During the days that were consumed fo preparing the reply to the United States, Hal and his


!:l'l'ARH.Y FLAG WEEKLY. troopers met with a series of adventures which have been chronicled. rousing already Juan Ramirez, his chum and comrade, had attained captain's rank in the Cuban army, where frequent deaths and the chance for dashing deeds made promotion m ucb more rapid than in Uncle Sam's lrne. Ramirez wore a uniform of brown duck, with leggings a shade darker, and a wide-brimmed sombrero. At his waist was a belt half filled with cartridges. Near his right hand rested the butt of his revolver, in holster, a long leathern thong running from a ring in the pistol's butt to another ring on his belt. At the left side hung a machete in scabbard; from hilt of the weapon hung a leathern noose,. which, when the blade was drawn, was fastened around the wrist. Weapons were so scarce among the Cu bans that they took no cl.Janee of los ing them from their grasp in the mad Ec!am ble of battle. In many respects Juan was a direct contrast to his American friend; he was short, dark and swarthy. In courage they were twins; yet even in this respect there was a difference, for while Hal Maynard was ever cool and calculating" in danger, Ramirez was reck less to the point of foolhardiness. The b.are sight of Spanish uniforms was enough to inflame the Cuban. Re gardltss of the numbers of the enemy, he panted to ride at them, heedless of ad or danger. From the time of their first acquaintance in Havana, the two had seldom been separated, fate having apparently decreed that their deeds s)1onld be per formed together. Ent with Hal's return to the United States the separation which both dreaded ust come. Henceforth Juan would be with the Cuban army, our hero with Uncle Sam's forces. Whether they shottld meet during the campaign of the allies in the island would depend 11pon where the commands of each should serve. General Gomez's summons to our hero on this both regarded as the J:.irelude to their separation. Therefore, while Hal walked briskly in the direction of the generalissimo's tent, though his eyes Bashed at the idea of uow goingback to his own country on an important mission, his heart was heavy with thinking of Juan. General Gomez's first question after greetings was direct: "Lieutenant Maynard, how soon can you start on your return to Key West?" ''In ten minutes from the time that you are through with me, general." "My report to your government is ready," answered Gomez. "While hos pitality should make me loath to send you away, both the United States and Cuba would be ser'led by yonr prompt departure." "And I shall be ready, general, within ten minutes from the time I give the word to my sergeant. "Now, lieutenant," resumed Gomez, "while a large escort miglit be embarrassing to you rather than a source of safety, I cannot see you start for the coast with what I should deem an insufficient escort. If you were to encounter any force of the enemy, your own men might not prove ample protection for yo11. Therefore I have decided to send with you a troop of cavalry.'' "I thank you, "general; and, since you deem it necessary to send your men witb me I shall be glad of their added protection." "The troop that I shall send," pursued Gomez, "will be under the command of one of my ablest young officers. I aiu


STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. s sure that y011 will be satisfied when I tell you that he will be Captain Juan Rami rez.'' "Ramirez?" repeated Hal. "Surely, general, you must have studied to give me the most pleasant surprise 1n your power." "I know how you two are attached to each other. After the splendid achieve ments which you have performed in com pany, I do not wonder at the admiration which each feels for the other. ,, "With your permission, general, I will go in search of Captain Ramirez, for I have reason to believe that he does not yet know that he has been selected." "He will soon knuw it," answered Gomez, "for, just before yon entered, I sent an orderly in search of him." At that moment, Ramirez entered the tent, saluting respectfully. In a few words Gomez told the young captain the duty assigned to him. Juan's face shone with delig11t. "I could have had no duty more pleas ing, general. I can have my troop ready in five minutes." In his transport of joy, Ramirez turned and grasped our hero's hand. "Go and give your orders, gentlemen. Then return to me.'' In two minutes Hal and Juan re-entered the tent together. "It is always well to be prepared against all possibilities," declared the generalissimo. "Since there is no know ing what mishaps may occur on t11e way, I have had two copies made of my report to the Washing ton government. You, Lieutenant Ma y n a rd, will carry one set of papers, and you Captain Ramirez, the other. If misha p com e s, bnt one of you succeeds in getting through, then my report will reach Washington safely.,, "With your permission, general," ttrged Juan, "I will go and get my dispatch box.'' "You will not need it, captain, for these papers. Do you see the size of your package?'' And General Gomez held up two square packages, each about three inches 011 a side, and only the barest fraction of an inch in thickness. "There are many pages to the report," Gomez, "but the leaves are written on paper almost as fine as spider's webs. You will see that, including the silk, neither package weighs more than an ounce. Take them, gentlemen, and stow them where you will. Be assured that water will not affect the papers, since the oiled silk is so carefully wrapped about the papers as to protect them in any circumstances. And now, gentlemen, in the cause of both the United States and Cuba, may God speed you!" Silently the general wrung the hand of each, a moment: "Lieutenant Maynard, to whatever superior officer you report, be kind enough to convey my compliments and sincerest good wishes. Tell him, as the representative of the United States, that Gomez's prayers and support shall at all times be given to any American who needs them." With a wave of his hand the general dismissed them. As for Juan, once they were clear of lieadquarters, he h:ilted and threw his arms about Hal in an impulsive Cuban embrace. "Still together, mi amigo. Who knows but we shall go through the war in that fashion?'' ''I hope so, 1 responded Maynard, heartily "With you by my side, Juan, I co. uld never grow faint-hearted." Over at Hal's camp his troopers stood leaning by their horses, while Sergeant Jim Brown, the veteran non-commissio ned officer in charge of the squad, was already in saddle. At Hal's command the troopers leaped to saddle.


4 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. Forming in fours, they awaited the word to march. Our hero delayed only until he saw Captain Ramirez's troop come into sight. America's grand old Stars and Stripes waved at the head of the column. At the head of the Cuban riders floated the Lone Star flag of the little isrand republic. At a slow march the line went by the headquarters tent General Maximo Gomez came out, bared his aged head to both fla gs. Uncle Sam's troopers rode by at "present sabre." Juan's men saluted with their drawn machetes. "Viva los Americanos !" "Viva los Estados Unidos !" Gomez's camp rang with the shouts with which his soldiers and officers wisheci the little American expedition Godspeed. No sooner were they past the li11es of the camp than Juan detailed twenty of his most alert men to ride at front and rear to scour the country as scouts. For five miles ahead and five miles to the rear, with a half a mile on either flank, their route was to be protected against surprise. "Whatever Spaniards are in our way," he explained to Hal, "we shall have swift and sure warning of their presence. And now, mi amigo, why not tell your men to ride or walk at ease? My fellows will look out for all da11ger. We shall have a safe and lazy journey.'' Crack! rang a rifle. Whizz-zz sped a bullet, sniping a button from Maynard's coat. CHAPTER II. THE TICK TICK MACHINE. .. All the color fled from Juan's face. "First four-left wheel-trot-gallop !" Off in a went Sergeant Jim Brown and four of his men, riding straight toward the clump of bushes iu front of which a tiny cloud of smoke still lingered. After them raced a squad of Cu bans. All who saw the affair supposed that Uncle Sam's lieutenant had been wounded. "Hurt, mi gasped Juan. "Nothing that a needle and thread won't remedy," laughed Hal. "My boasting was punished," muttered the Cuban. Suddenly Hal clapped spurs to his horse, racing off ahead. While Sergeant Jim, the troopers and the Cubans were beating about in the bushes, our hero caught sight of a crouching, numing figure at some distance. Sergeant Jim did 11ot see the fugitive, his view being prevented by intervening b11shes, but that acute old Indian trailer had already discovered the faint tracks of the assassin in the hard soil. "Follow me, boys!" roared the sergeant. At a swift trot they set off, coming upon the scene just 111 time to see the finish. Hal, riding down upon the fugitive, aimed his revolver at the fellow's head. "Halt! surrender!" commanded the young lieutenant, stern1y. For answer the fellow tried to raise his rifle for another shot. Crack! Hal's bullet, sent in the nick of time, crashed through the scoundrel's wrist, shattering it. With a cry of pain he dropped his rifle, just as Hal, reining up short, sprang from saddle and grabbed at the wounded man's collar. "A candidate for hanging!,, grow led Sergeant Jim. "Look out!" This latter ejaculation was wrung from the non-com. by a sudden move on the


S'rARH.Y "FLAG WEEKLY. art of the captive, who, with a sudden ovement of his left hand drew a knife hich he thrust at his captor's abdomen. Springing from saddle, the sergeant unched himself forward. But Hal's disengaged arm flew otit, ending off the blow. Shake! Muscular Hal gave the foe a rench that made his teeth rattle. "Let me have him," muttered Ser eant Brown, wrapping his brawny hands bout the fellow's throat. Strangle! choke! The fellow who had wice attempted our hero's life was now n fearful danger of losing his own. His eyes bulged out, his tongue pro uded, l1is face began to turn black. "Don't kill him," commanded Hal. "As you say, sir," responded the ser eant, but there was a half snort of dis ust in his voice as he relinquished the risoner to troopers who seized the tranger by either hand. Relieved of that gripping pressure round his throat, the would-be assassin nhated several deep breaths. "What did this attempt mean?" inter ogated Hal, sternly. "Why should you eek my life?" The prisoner did not reply, but glared ullenly at his interlocutor. ''Why did you try to kill me?'' insisted al. "I have no answer to make," was the ep1y, in Spanish. "Yon ao not deny that it was you who "red, as well as you who tried to stab 1e ?" "Since when was it forbidden to kill ankee pigs?" demanded the captive, in n ugly tone. "You have said enough," interposed 'uan, who had been standing near by. 'You have said quite enough, scoundrel, :o hang yonrself, for none but a Spaniard ;vould talk in that fashion. Well, are rou ready to die?'' "Yes," came the defiant answer. "It is well," said Juan, grimly. "You shall not be disappointed." At a sign from Ramirez, one of the Cuban horsemen came near with a rope. ''My friend,'' urged Hal, laying a hand on his friend's arm, "do not take the matter into your own hands." "But Cuban commanders are authorized to hang scoundrels i11 such Gases,'' declared Captain Ramirez. "Nevertheless, let us not mar our jour ney by such sights. Surely it will be enough to se11d the villain back to eral Gomez." "If you wish, mi amigo--" "Decidedly. Besides, since he is doubtedly a spy who has been hanging about the camp, perhaps General Gomez can force him to reveal some facts that wili be of value." "You are wise, mi amigo," assented Juan. "Very well, then; back to the generalissimo this dog goes. But he shall go with the halter about his neck.'' Over the prisouer's neck the noose was slipped, and made fast enough to be secure. At the other end of the noose was the hand of a Cuban horseman. "My captain, may requested one of Juan's troopers, riding up. "Speak." "This dog has hung about the camp for weeks. He refused to handle a gun, but was permitted to cook for some of the men. Major Alvaredo can tell more about the fellow's doings in camp." "Then do you go back with this prisoner," directe:I Captain Ramirez. "Report to General Gomez what you have to1d me just now, and also what you have seen." That matter disposed of, the column started again. Thereafter, the ,day was without par ticular incident. When it was almost. dark, the com mand halted in a ravine that offered ex-


6 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. cellent facilities for camping, in the way of water and forage. Supper was eaten, sentries and videttes posted, and the rest disposed themselves for a night's rest. Ha1 was just wrapping himself in his blanket wh@n Sergeant Brown ap proached. "Awake, lien tenant?" qneried the sergeant. "Yes," answered Hal, sitting up and acknowledging the sergeaiit's salute. u Wiil yon come with me, lieutenant? There's something I'd like to call your attention to." "Certainly," Hal rose. "Anything strange, sergeant?" asked Juan, also ris1ng. "Rather, sir." "Then I'd better go with yon, too." "I don't know as it amounts to any-thing, lieutenant," went on the sergeant, "but one of the sentries called my attention to it, and I thought I'd better call you." "But you haven't told me what it is yet, sergeant." "For the very good reason, sir, that I don't know myself. One of the sentries heard a slight noise that puzzled him. He couldn't find the source, and no more could I. But here we are, sir." They had halted close against a bank. "You'll have to stand very quietly, sir,'' suggested the sergeant. "I hear it," muttered Hal. "A curious sound, too." Then, :s he listened again, the sound became more distii:ct. Tick-tick l tick-tick! tick-tick! It came, apparently, from behind some bushes that grew close against the steep hillside. "It can't be large, whatever it is," decided Hal, -"that can stand in the small space behind these bushes." He took hold of the bushes to bend them apart. Slipping on a pebble, Hal gripp harder at one of the bushes to recov his balance. He recovered, but the bush came up his hands, showing at the bottom a sha whittled end instead of roots. "Thunder!" muttered the young lie tenant. "What can this mean?" Dropping the pulled-up bush, he seiz at the next one. T11is likewise came up out of t ground, showing also a whittled end. Two more bushes yielded as easily. But greatest surprise of a]l was t sight that the absence of the bush revealed. Before the astonished trio was a tw foot opening into the hiHside. ,, "Strike a light," airected tbe you lien tenant. Sergeant Jim flared a match. it low, as Hal, flopping to his kne peered into the hole. "Here's the tick-tick," he muttere groping into the hole. Out came his hands, gripping a some foot and a half long and a f square at the ends. Tick-tick! tick-tick! tick-tick! "Want any advice, sir?" Sergeant Jim. "Well?" "Handle that box carefnlly, sir." "You bet I will," came Hal's empba answer. "What can be wrong with it?" qu tioned Juan. "Don't know that anything is," joined Hal, despositing the box on t ground and regarding it with an air calculation. "But I have an idea on subject." "I do not understand you, mi amigo "You hear the clockw -ork ?" "Certainly." "Clockwork is sometimes used to plode an infernal machine at a desi time.,,


STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 7 'Diablo !" muttered Ramirez, step g back a foot or two. ut the next instant he came forward m. 'Have a care, mi amigo," he warned. 'I should be happy," smiled Hal, "if new one thing." 'And what is that, mi amigo?" 'At what hour this thing is set to go ,, "We had better move camp without ay," urged Juan. "Once we get out n safoly away, the thing can explode any hour that suits it." Sergeant Jim, who had stood in the ckground, silently regarding the young and their find, nodded his "Sergeant," asked Hal, turning und, "how could any prowler have t ,ir,ito the camp to plant such a contriv ce without being seen by the sentries?" "No one could, sir," rejoined the ser an t. ''Then how came this box to be re?'' "It was placed here, sir, before we had ted the guard.'' "But how could any one have known advance that we were to camp here? hat's clearly impossible." "I don't know, sir." "I'm going to investigate this affair," used Hal, beginniug to pry at the lid the box. "Don't do anything of the sort, mi nigo, 11 begged Juan. "Nonsense! I'm not going to rnn om a danger until I know what it is." A good many of the soldiers had been tracted to the spot by this time. Swiftly word pass.ed from mouth to outl1. Some of the soldiers came nearer; hers retreated to a considerable dis"Your knife, Juan," asked Hal. "I ink I can easily pry this box open." "But if it should explode, 1111 amigo--" Nevertheless, taking the kJJife, our hero started to open the box. of a s.udden the tick-tick changed to a shrill noise that caused Lieutenant May nard to drop the box, spring up and dart backward. T rill-11-11-11-11 Hal's startled look changed to one of bewilderment. Next he la\1gbed outright. Ont of the hole in the bank protruded a human head. "Gentlemen," proposed the owner of the head, in a drawling voice, "I don't object to your inspecting my goods, but I'd a 11eap rather show 'em myself." Had the box exploded, if could not have produced much more consternation than this sudden interruption from an unexpected stranger. Before the young officers could recover from their surprise, this stranger began to wriggle some six-foot-three of lanky out of the hoie in the hillside. CHAPTER Ill. 'rHE MAN WHO A TE NOTCHES. "Fine evening, you bet," drawled this stranger, as he drew himself to his feet and began to brush the soiil from his clothes. Then, gazing were intently stranger added: at Hal and Juan, who looking at him, the "Anything in my line this evening?" "What is your Ji ne ?, questioned Hal. "Got the finest sample li11e of alarm clocks in that box that ever came out of Ansonia, Connecticut, or I'm a Anna nias." "Alarm clocks?" voiced .Juan, while Hal began to laugh again. "Yes, siree. Judkins P. Watkins is my name, though folks generally call me plain Jud. But about tl1e111 clocks-" I


8 STARRY FLAG WEEl{LY. "We've had quite enough of the clocks," smiled Hal. "We took the box for an infernal machine, set to clockwork.'' "Say, did yon, now?" drawled Mr. Watkins, beginning to grin. "That's what the row was about, eh? The row you were making-beg_ pard on, gentlemen-woke me up, but I was too late to catch the drift of the excitement. But you needn't be afraid. T11e worst thing the1n clocks will do is to make such a rumpus that a fellow can't get his last sleep in the morning." ''Step over to the fire and have some coffee?" invited Hal. "Will I?" exclaimed Mr. Watki!Js, wi1h alacrity. "Just watch me. Say the best thing I've tasted since I left Haavna was notches. '' ''.Notches?" repeated H3l. "Notches you bet," replied Mr. Wat kins, watching with interest the efforts of Sergeant Jim to pour a cup of coffee and cut off three or four slices of bread. "Ever eat any notches?" "Can't say that I have," replied puz zled Hal. "See here," and Mr. Watkins, unbuttoning his vest with a rapid movement, displayed the leather belt that performed the duty of keeping his trousers up. 1 When I bought this here belt it had four notches. I fastened it in the second notch when I left Ansonia. By the time I'd been in Havana three days food was so high-priced that I had the tongue of the buckle in the fourth notch. By the time the week was out I had punched two extra notches in the leather. Then Lee went off, and things got all-fired hot for Yankees in Havana. Besides that, people warn 't buying alarm clocks any longer. Their empty stomachs woke 'em up in the morning, and my line of trade was ruined. You bet! "Well, I managed to get ont of Havana, and I made up my mind that I'd strike out for Cubitas, where th rebel government lives. Thought mayb the folks there'd buy clocks, so's t know when it was time to chase the dirty Spaniards out of the island. We11, l'v been a-tramping a good many days now. Say, but times are hard in this island, you bet! I've had some money in m clothes to buy food, but I couldn't find anybody who had any to sell. See this?" And Mr. Watkins, taking off his belt, passed it over to Hal. "Maybe, if your eyesight's good,,, went on the Ansonia man, "you'll notice that besides the four original holes there's eight more inthe belt now, and I wear hP.r buckled up to the last hole. Oh, Lord!" Which remark was evoked from Mr. Watkins by the sight of a stack of bread and a cnp of steaming hot coffee that Ser geant Brown now offered him. "Excuse me while I chew," went on the Yankee. He took a huge bite out of the bread, washed it down with a big swallow o the coffee, and repeated this dual opera tion until the last of the bread and the coffee had disappeared. "Have some more, pardner ?" asked Sergeant Jim, hospitably. "No, thankee, had lots. That is, well, I'm ashamed, gentlemen, to let you see jnst how hungry I am." "Non sense," broke in Hal. "Sergeant, don't let Mr. Watkins get away m1til he takes oath that he's had all he can hold." While the Yankee drummer was eat ing his second batch of food, Hal and Juan found good opportunity to study him. Jud so far as appearances went, might have been anywhere from twenty-five to thirty-five. In his plump est condition he was doubtless a lean mean. His face was thin and cadaverous, though his high forehead and bright eyes betokened intelligence and spirit. Hi!!


STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 9 good humor was evide11t at a lance. That he was a hustler his quick, alert, failing action betokeneil. His way of oking about him made it plain that he as accustomed to taking in all that oc rred in bis neighborhood. "Thanks," murmured Mr. Watkins, hen he had finished. "I guess that belt f mine will have to let out a couple of notches now. That's more fodder than Now, if y guess is good, young man, you beg to United States forces." "Yes," admitted Hal. "I heard something about war being eclared, but I didn't just know whether it was a Spanish lie or not. Since you 're here, it proves that war has started. .-Young man, I'm right glad to know that Yankee troops are here. If I can find some one to sell my sample line to, I'll enlist. Any other Ansonia boys fo the army?'' "Not that I know of," replied Hall. "I presume there are1 though, by this time. But this squad, so 'far as I know, is all the.American force on the island so far." "And you 're the boss? I mean the officer?'' "Second Lieutenant Maynard, with a cavalry detachment.'' "Ain't lookin' for recruits,beyou?" asked Mr. Watkins, eagerly. "I presume recruits are wanted .in the United States," re3oined Hal. "That's a long ways back," pursued Mr. Watkins, meditatively, "and I guess the walking's kind of muddy." "How did you come to be in that .Jiole ?" inquired Hal. "The hole was there before I was," replied Mr. Watkins, with a twinkle in his eyes. "I found it long about an hour before sundown. Struck me as a good place to hide, as I've been getting distant views of Spaniards for the last four or five days. So, when I struck that there cave, I s a w how the mouth could be covered up. Cut the bushes, crawled into the hole, all but my head and shoulders, and planted the bushes just as you found them. Pretty soon after that I went to sleep. Didn't know nothing more until your talking and one of my own alarm clocks woke me up. Best clock in the world to wake a man up, yon bet!" '' A11d you have travelled all the way from Havana?" queried Juan. "That's what I've done, friend." "And managed to keep, out of the hands of the Spaniards?" "Well, I foll into their hands day before yesterday, and I guess maybe those chaps haven't fOrgot the meeting yet," responded Mr. Watkins, his retrospective look broadening into a grin "You see, there weren't more'n about twenty of 'em, but when a fellow is armed with nothing but alarm clocks he don't fell he's got any extra show against twenty fellows that have got guns and act as if they were anxious to use them. First of all they went through me, and," added the narrator, gloomily, "I haven't got so much money in my clothes now "Did I get mad? If I did, you bet I didn't show it. I just began to laugh. Then I laughed some more. And then some more. Next, a good deal more. The Spaniards grinned at first, but wheu I kept on laughing they looked as if they thought I was crazy. You see, friends, I've travelled a bit through Spain with samples, in my day, and I hain'f forgotten all I knew. of their lingo, I guess. So pretty soon, a voice came out of the top of a palm that said, 'You Spanish dogs, release that lunatic, or give up hope of Heaven!' Hal could not repress a start. A muttered "Diablo" came from Juan. Sergeant Jim began to peer up through the darkness at the top,of the palm under which they were sitting.


... 10 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. HT1Jat was just the way I did it," re sumed Mr. Watkins, with a grin. "You see, friends, I used to travel with an Indian medicine show. I started in as driver on the wagon; but before long I picked up a bit of knack of ventriloqmsm. It's a good thing, for it scared those Spaniards, yon bet! They began to stare up into the tree, exactly as our here with the 'Vs' on his arm did just no\V. "Then some of the most nnearthly groans began to come from the woods around. It was part of my old ghost act that I did once with a fe11er that sold joint lubricator. After that, the top of the palm tree g-0t 11J its work again, those Spaniards some fathe1ly ad vice, sandwiched -in with some remarks about their futnre residence in a hot place that needs only 1;o be hinted at. "\Vas them Spaniards scare

STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 1l Success to yack in the United States, wistful for news of what was being done by Uncle Sam to push the war. The thought of separation made Juan moody; nevertheiess he did not fail to exercise the greatest vigilance "Now, my dear boy," urged Hal, as they stood side by side, peering through the darkness toward the ocean, "be as careful as possible with the duplicate copy of Gomez1s message which you have." "When you leave me to embark," replied Juan, "I shall hand you the duplicate copy which I have." "Just what I don't want you to do,>' rejoined Lieutenant Maynard. "What, then?" ''If I go out in a small boat, or swim, what guarantee have you that I shall safely reach the vessel waiting for me? I am not safe until I step upon the deck of a war vessel. Therefore, my dear Juan, do not give me your copy of the message, but hold it in your possession until I am safe with my copy."


STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. "And then?" "Then immediately and completely destroy the copy which you hold." "One objection to that, mi amigo." "What?" "How shall I know, for certain, when you are on the American m an-of-war? It is too dark to see far to-night." "When you hear two long blasts and four short ones from the vessel's whi s tle, you will understand.'' "Very well," said Juan, s oberly. "And now that we have that matter attended to, let us talk of ourselves." For the next few minntes they chatted a:; chums do. Of a sudden Hal, who had not allowed his g a ze to wander from the sea, gripped at the Cuban's arm. "Juan, dear boy, do you see that?" "Out upon the water I see two bl ne lights, close together, moving inshore." "Exactly; and is the signal." "And your.s ?" "Wait a few minutes." "You do not signal at once, then?" "Not until that craft out yonder comes to a stop.'' "Oh, I understand, mi amigo. That, also, is in the programme?" ''You've stated the case.'' "Sergeant!" summoned Hal. Brown quickly responded, bringing a bundle that had dangled from his saddle bow all the way. "All ready, sergeant ?" "All ready, lieutenant, at the word. As Brown spoke, after saluting, he began to untie the parcel. "The lights are coming close inshore," reported Juan, now greatly interested in what was occurring on the water. "They will soon stop," predicted Hal. "You are a good prophet; the lights have just stopped." This was quite true. Both blue lights were now quite stationary. "Sergeant!" "Yes, sir." "First signal." Picking a Roman candle out of the bundle, Sergeant Jim touched a match to the fuse There was a sputtering of sparks, im mediately after which three balls of gree are sailed skyward. Whizz.zz A sky-rocket arched up. ward, falling in the direction of the sea. Sergeant Jim's third piece was Roman candle, on which this time dis charged three blne balls. Ont on the sea the two blue gan to move again. "The craft is coming into the bay then?' asked Juan. "It will be lying to again before ou men c a n reach the beach.'' As Sergeant Jim threw down the empt tube of the last candle, he turned to lea into saddle. The other troopers wer already mounted. Placing himself at their head, Hal gav the order to advance at a trot. Just behind the Americans, Captai Juan Ramirez caused his Cuban troope to fall in. Some thirty of Juan' s meu were mis ing from the ranks. These were absen on scout duty. Half the distance to the beach ha been covered when the moving blu lights s topped. By this time the Americans were tro ting down a gentle slope, from which th lights were in constant view. "Gallop!" rang Hal' s order. staJ.)ot later J ttan gave the same comm an to his Cubans. Ahead was the plain, side, extending almost down to water, were forests. Out of the woods to the right came sudden yell. Next rang a tumult horses' heels. Over all came the ta rd alarm-shots of Juan's scouts. "The enemy!" thrilled Hal,


STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 13 beach and woods and trying to calculate the chances of safe escape to the water's edge. Only an instant later, from the woods at the left, came a volley of infantry fire. "Sergeant,,, ordered Hal, "keep straight ahead until further orders." With that our hero reined to one side, slowing up until Juan came abreast of him. "Your course is simple, mi amigo," called Juan. Let your squad keep on to tJ1e beach. If the enemy come near enough, I will engage to hold them at bay nntil your men have embarked." "And you?" "I will lead my own men." "But copy of Gomez'.s message?" "Take it from me now.,, "Not so, since I might fall with both.,, "That is true," groaned Juan. "I must nm when I would rather fight. Wait until I speak with my lieutenant." Giving Jiis 11orse its liead, Hal closed in behind his men. A moment later Juan was with him. "I am ready, mi amigo,,, announced the Cu ban, drily. '1 In this instance let us n111 as fast as if we had never seen Spaniards.,, Separating, they passed around the Yaukee squad, meeting once more as they placed themselves at its head. Close behind Uncle Sam's men rode the Cubans, as yet showing no signs of the tactics they meant to employ. To the left, the infantry soldiers of the enemy were advancing slowly. There wo11ld be plenty of time for the troopers to reach the beach in advance of them. But on the right hand the Spanish cavalry were coming over the gronnd at a rapid pace. From the nature of the theatre of operations, the Spanish cavalry, instead of closing in OJ'J the flank, were obliged to fall in at the rear of the C11ba11s. Forward came the enemy, reckless of half killing their horses if, thereby, they could cut off the Americans and Cubans from communication with the mysterious blue lights now stationary in the little bay. At first there was a distance of a hundred yards between the rearmo:;t file of Cubans and the foremost men of the Spanish. Quickly, however, this distance was re duced to fifty yards. Juan's lieutenant, a lithe, swarthy, vigilant, active little fellow who had served with Gomez from the outbreak of the revolution, had withdrawn to the rear of his men, whence he kept a sharp watch over his shoulders at the enemy. Their cavalry, this lieutenant judged, numbered at least three hundred men, but the Spanish infantry was still so far away that the darkness rendered it impossible to form any idea of their numbers. From fifty yards the distance decreased to forty. 1< Halt!" suddenly commanded the lieutenant. It was an order that the C11bans obeyed so promptly as to throw their animals back on their haunches. In a jiffy these riders had faced about. They threw themselves into two platoons, the ends touching at such an a11gle as to form a wide "V.,, "Fire!" shouted Juan's lieutenant, and i11to the Spanish ranks went some three score bullets. The Spanish wavered, for, by all the traditions of Ct1ban fighting, the next move should be a machete charge. To meet that, the Spaniards preferred to be found on the defensive. But the charge did not come. Instead, the Cu ,bans prepared to fire another volley. Enraged, defeat by some new strntegy, the Spanisl_1 com!11ander, placi11g


STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. himself at the bead of his men, ordered a furious charge. Steel clashed, as Spaniards and Cubans came together. The latter remained on the defensive, and, though driven toward the water, yielded ground so slowly that the Spanish commander gnashed his teeth. Sheltered by the Cuban line, Hal, Juan and the American troopers rode dowu to the beach. The water of the bay was before them. There was not a boat in sight between them and the blue signal lights out across the water. "Doubtless the American officer is lau nching scows for the horses,'' Hal m u.ttered. "And meantime, rni amigo, if we are to get aboard, we are losing precious time. Your men can swim their horses?'-' "Most certainly." "Then why not let them do so. We will swim out too. Once you are safe aboard with the message, I will swim back to the beach and help my lieutenant thrash the enemy. But, as to tactics, we are tied until your men, whom I have orders to protect, are aboard the Yankee ship." The reasonableness of this was apparent. Hal quickly commanded Ser geant Jim to lead the squad into the water and swim for the lights. "And you?" questioned Juan. "As for me, I shall wait until I see all the boys started. If one of them were lost, through swimmer's cramp, I should feel responsible for h11n. ' "Then I, too, will st\!Y here with you." But Hal pposed this vi gorously. "Remember the message, dear boy. Go as quickly as you can to the commander of the vessel. Deliver it into his hands. Then yon will be at liberty to think of me." "But--n Close at hand a rousing yell broke in upon their dispute . Some fifty of the enemy's cavalry had stolen along the beach. At a distance of barely two hundred yards these riders now urged their horses into a gallop. "Quick!" panted Hal. "Or General Gomez is betrayed." Without a second's thought Juan rode through the surf, sprang from saddle, and swam by his animal's head. "Come on, mi amigo!" called back the Cuban. ''At your heels, dear boy!'' Intent on making good his word, Hal plunged in, dropping from saddle in deep water as bis comrade had done. More than a'score of the enemy' s horsemen followed our hero's example, and his wake at the same time. Without shouting or firing these Span iards came in pursuit. Some took a diagonal course, intent on heading off as many of the Yankees as they could. Hal saw, with a thrill of uneasiness, that he was in tl:c greatest danger of capture "I c a n call out to my men-they will be back i u a second," he canvassed, quickly "But Juan, he would come back, too. If it came to the worst, neither of Gomez's messages would reach Uncle Sam." In that predicament, Hal's decision was quickly taken. In the line of duty he would submit to capture by an inhuman enemy without a single shout for help! Second Part. CHAPTER V. IN THE ENEMY'S CLUTCHES. .. "It's death, but--" Hal's lips compressed grimly as bis


I STAHRY FLAG WEEKLY. 15 eyes rested upon the twit1 blue lights ahead that showed where the American war vessel lay. Much nearer were the figures of the 11earest of his swimming troopers and their mounts. Juan was somewhere among themperhaps by this time ahead of them. "He'll carry the message. A shout from me would bring him back at all bazards. Hal, my boy, you know y011r duty, and it isn't the .first time you've risked death for a poorer triumph." To the rear of his own men appeared a half a dozen figmes-those of Spaniards bent on attacking the Americans in the rear. Bnt they saw Hal, if t!1ey had 11ot done so before, and change{l their' course to intercept him. "It must be a Yankee p;:irker," jeered one of the enemy in a low voice. hi a twinkling they had crowded about Hal. ''An officer,'' discovered another Spaniard. "Take him a prisoner, then, unless he has the courage to resist.'' By way of reply, M&ynard fired with the muzzle of 11is revolver barely above water. It was a hasty shot, bnt it drilled a hole through the of the victim intenclecl. "Car-r-r-r-ramba l" snarled the soldier next to the one who lrnd been killed. "At the scoundrel, comrades, and he w111 have not five seconds to live!" "Not a shot!" piped another voice, as a pair of arms folded around the young lieutenant's neck. "Comrades, we punish tJ1is devil better on shore.'' Another enemy had assailed our hero from behind. While Hal struggled to free his lian

1 6 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. "There is some trutli in what our porker says,'' murmured one of Jhe Spauish soldiers. ''At best, we would have a hard swim to overtake the fngi tives. We should get under the guns of that gunboat yonder, besides. As it is, we have a Yankee officer, who will have a chance to tell some of his fables to our commandante." By this time, the Cuban horsemen, after fighting with dogged bravery, had left the field. They supposed that the entire American expedition, accompanied by their captain, had gained the Yankee war ves sel ; but, even so, the Cu bans did not retire until more than a third of -11eir number had fallen. And the Cuban slain had more than twice their number of dead Spaniards for company. Lieutenant Hal was conducted into the presence of a Spanish colonel of infantry, who, puffed with pride, was talking with the major of cavalry. "It was a great victory, an. easy one," declared the colonel. "The Yankees are just like the C11bans; they cannot fight," responded the major. "A prisoner, my colonel," announced the soldier who gripped at Hal's arm. "He is a Yankee officer." "Ah! The po .rker has found what Spain's soldiers can do,'' jeered the col onel, turning upon our hero. "Is it not so, porker?" "I saw eight hundred Spaniards have a pretty hard time with less than a tenth of their number of the enemy," retorted Hal. "An enemy which does not propose to fight if a fight could be avoided. Had our side been half as numerous as yours, you would now be running at yo11r best speed to Havana. Besides the American soldiers did not enter into the fight at all. They had bigger business on hand." "Ah! You say so? What business, then?" "Find out," retorted Hal, quietly. "You insolent gringo!" roared the o l onel. "Uo you understand that you are speaking to an officer of his Spanish majesty, A lphonso XIII.?" "Yet you, a soldier, seerned to expect that I would betray the business of my country to you." 'And so you shall!" "There is where I beg to differ with you, colonel.'' shall find out how easily we will make you talk.'' "Make me?" repeated Hal, his eyes flashing as he drew himself up to his greatest height. "The torture will do it," sneered the Spaniard. repeated Hal, scornfully. "'Such threats as that go to prove what I heard some of our army officers say at Key West.'' "And what did they say, gringo?" "That the Spaniards were barbarians, treacherous scoundrels who knew not the meaning of the word 'honor,' that the Spaniards, in a word, were rascals who would not hesitate to a prisouer who fell into their hands." Though Hal knew that every word he 11ttered was Ii.Ke an additional death warrant, he grimly enjoyed the flush that mounted to the Spanish officer's face. Yet, even as Lieutenant Maynard spoke, his whole mind was centered on oue torturing problem. So far he had found no chance to destroy General Gomez's message. "These Spaniards shall never get that!" he thrilled, resolutely. CHAPTER VI. A'l' THE COMMANDANTE1S DOOR. "Is Captain Baldanero here?" As the colonel put this question, he glanced around him at the group of"Span ish officers. "I am here, my colonel,11 answered Baldanero, making his way through tlte group. "Good! You shall have charge of our prisoner." ''And your orders, colonel?'' "There are only .twa orders-the first to see that he does not escape, the second that he is to be delivered as speedily a's possible to the commandante at Matanzas. '' ""And as to taking him there, 111 y colonel?'' "You will use your discretion, captain -and your ingenuity," added the coloneJ, meaningly.


S'fARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 17 aldanero smiled at heari11g that last ificaut c1au se. He was a fellow who worked his way up from a serntcy, thanks to his peculiar inge1111i11 making life miserable for Cuban ners of both sexes. II through the interview two Spanish iers had held to our hero's arms, a which chafed Hal greatly, for our o's mind was actively engaged in tryto conjure up some effective way of raying the message of Gomez before uld fall into the hands of the Spa11ow Baldanero stepped behind our beckoned up a sergea1it and comnded: Tie this scoundrel's hands, sergeant, have taught you to do in other '.It is quickly do11e, my captain." twas. Hal's wrists were lashed by who demonstrated himself an expert at line of work. Then, to one of lii s s the end of a thirty-foot rope was ached. "My horse," called Baldanero . miling quietly, the captain mottnfed. 'The leadin" string, sergeant,'' he nested. squad of thirty troopers fQrmed bed the captain. hish Whizzing through the air, a fell around Maynard's legs. 'Start, my Yankee pig!" jeered Balero. Jial writhed. A groan of pain rose to lips, but he held it there. hish Another blow cut his flesh. ut Hal stood his ground doggedly. 'I was wrong,'' grimaced Baldanero. thought I had a Yankee pig. It seems the i'i a mule instead. Another cut of whip, sergeant. It may cure his ing. '' wn came the blow, but Hal, tightly pressing his lips, while he steeled his as best he could, did not stir. 'He is worse than a mule," growled danero. 'And you are less noble than a cur," ed Ha1, whose flesh was quivering. u do not know how to treat a pris-of war as civilized warfare nds. '' a! You shall soon learn the limit of insolence which will be permitted in you," Baldanero, who, with the other officers, including his colonel, looking on, felt that his hard-earned reputation for effective rascality was at stake. "Sergeant," ordered the captai11, "use the point of your "yord to prod the 11ate dog.'' Hal braced himself to meet this new indignity, but., just then there came a new diversion. Over the water came a rousing cry of: "Cuba libre !" It was twice repeated. Hal Maynard trembled with joy as he recognized the voice of Juan Ramirez. Our hero strove to answer, but the sergeant, as if divining his purpose, held a hand over his mouth to muffle his voice It was well that he did so, for, in another instant, our hero understood the meaning of that cry. Juan, standing 011 the deck of the American war vessel, was endeavoring lo learn whether any Cubans remained on the beach. The absence of an answering yell of "Cuba libre" showed that the islanders had retreated. Boom! sounded a Yankee gun. It must have been a chance aim, but a six-inch shell landed within fifty feet of where the officers stood. Crash! It exploded, killing or wounding a dozen soldiers, and the wonder was that none of the officers were hit. "Car-r-r-r-r-rajo !" vented the excited colonel. "The miserable Yankees are firing upon us when they know that we have no cannon with which to reply. Is that what they call bravery?" Boom! Another shell landed, throwing up a clomi of sand, but that was all, for the Yankee gunners were aiming in the dark. They had been forbidden to show any lights near the coast, except the two blue signal affairs. "Since the mule balks," cried Baldanero, "raise him to your shoulders. This is not the place to tame him. We will do that later." Hal found himself upon the shoulders of four men, who trotted off with him, Baldanero riding close enough to still retain his grip' upon tlte rope.


'-/ 18 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. Two more shells landed, one of them wounding four soldiers in the ranks. At thP end of three minutes the Spanis11 column had retreated out of any dan ger. This was especially true of Baldanero, who had succeeded in keeping at the head of the column. As Hal's bearers arrived under the shelter of a grove of t'rees the captain ordered: "Now, drop Senor Obstinate to his feet." As Hal once more stood, Baldanero, drawing his revolver, added: "If yon are not obliging enough to obey my every order, I shall be obliged to speed you with bullet It was just the kind of threat that was well calculated to render the young American still harder to manage. Baldanero, however, believed that he wopld speedily succeed in removing the last trace of his prisoner's defiance. "If I provoked them into killing me," flashed Hal, mentally, ''it would un doubtedly be a much easier fate than the one these rascals will reserve for me at M.atanzas. '' ... But with this came another thought: "An

STARIW FLAG WEEKLY. 19 'Good! They know what hunger feels e," he exulted, inwardly. "These niards starved the Cubans to the nt of death or desperation. Now, with American blockade shutting out their supplies, they know just how the bans felt.'' 'The sleek pig!'' snarled an emaciated niard, out from the gutte1 running alongside of the prisoner. 'I believe I am sleek," retorted Hal. ut in the country the Cuban soldiers eating as much as they can hold. So t\Je Yankees up north. If you people 1 the pangs of hunger in your stom' it is the punishment of Heaven for crimes you committed against the ans.'' 'Car-r-r-r-ramba !"howled the fellow. his malicious dog taunts us with the ger that is gnawing us up. Captain," ing long enough for Baldanero to h up with him, "where are you takthe prisoner?" To the commandante, my good w.)) 'G1ve. t11e commandante a bit of advice 1 me.'' What is it?'" Tell the commandante that a loyal ish subject advises him to tie .this kee pig to a pole on some housetop, there leave him until slow death es. Then the Yankee will know tit feels like to die of heat, starvaand thirst.'' 'Excellent counsel, my good fellow," ie

STAB.RY FLAG WEEI>:LY. post was forgotten, the soldiers finding keener excitement in the knife fight now on. "Blood!" "Car-r-r-r-ramba That was a good blow!" "More blood! Thes e are brave fel lows!" "Santa Maria! Pedro has gonged out his eye!" "Nevertheless, Josefo will win. Bneno! He h a s cut Pedro's abdomen open. The fight is over!" Pedro was the stone-thrower; perhaps it would be better to say the man who did not know how to throw a stone. He lay now on the ground, gasping out his life, while Josefo, with one eye blackened by a stone and the other gouged out hy Pedro's lean forefinger, now stood over the fallen one,,,&x11lting in the vic tory ''Stop! What devil's work is being clone here?' The one who now interfered was the young officer who appeared to be in command of the guard in the court-yard. Catching sight of the dyiug Pedro, the officer beckoned to the guard, four of whom came up. "This is the rascal who stabbed a com rade, is it not?" demanded the officer, turning on Josefo, who now tossed away his bloodstained knife. Not a man spoke until Josefo sullenly ad 111 i tted : "Yes, I struck the blow that will fin ish Pedro. :eut it was his own fault. He struck me in this blackened eye with a stone. He gonged out the other eye, as you will see, my lieutenant." "Is th is true?" q 11estioued the officer, t11rning upon the soldiers w!10 had been spec ta tors. Several of them nodded confirmation. "What have you to say?" questioned the lieutenant, bending over the dying man. Pedro openec his mouth to speak. He succeeded in making a few inarticulate sounds before his eyes bceame glassy and the_sounds died out in his throat. "He will never testify for his com rade," said the cfficer, rising. "Pedro is dead. Sergeant, you will see that the carcass is taken away. Josefa, it will be necessary to put you under arrest your innocence can be proved.'' His innocence? Hal Maynard shuddered in disugst. But the incident quickly terminated for him, for Captain Baldanero appeared i the doorwa y calling: "Sergeant, untie the prisoner from th post and bring him in." Slash! Tl1e sergeant who h a d but ju picked up Josefo's bloody knife, cut th line close to Hal's wrists. "Come, pig,'' gruuted the non-com missioned officer, gripping one of 011 hero's arms. At the doorway the captain relieve the sergeant of his charge. ''Ei comman

STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 21 cried Hal, "as one whom I believe to be a brave officer." Quick as a flash young Maynard balked. Bracing himself on his feet, he squarely refused to budge. Getting behind him, the captain gave another shove. He might as well have tried to push the house over, for his muscles were utterly unequal to the task of moving his heavier prisoner. "Car-r-r-r-r-rajo.!" growled Baldanero. ".We shill soon see how long you will disobey 1 Swish His sword flew out. Before he could use it, however, a jib ing voice interposed: "Do not lose your temper; captain, in the presence of the enemy." "Ent I cannot make the pig move, Senor Commandante," growled our hero's captor. "Perhaps youdo not go the right way about it, captain. Wait until we see what I can do." When he first spoke, Senor Comman dante was out of Hal's range of view. He quickly came forward. Hal saw himself being surveyed attentively by a Spaniard in general's uniform, a man some fifty-five years of age, and with an amount of soldierly bearing that counter balanced Baldanero's lack of the same characteristic. "The prisouer is an officer?" ques tioned the commandante. "A lieutenant in the American Army," an::>wered the captain. "And a young man of spirit, judging by his appearance," commented the com mandante. "I do not wonder that he refused to be driven. While your tactics are excellent, captain, with some people, they will not answer at all times. I see that your prisoner has this wrists lashed together.'' "Yes, Senor Commandante." "Be good enough to release them." Grumbling a bit, under his 1nnstache; Baldanero com plied. Smiling gravely, the comnrnndante held out his hand. "Will yon shake hands with me, Senor Americano ?'' "You can hardly expect me to do so as a token of friendship." "No, senor, for we are enemies, and bitter ones at that." "But I will shake hands with you," As they let go of hands, the comman dante added : "Come over to my desk. Take a seat beside me. Captain, will you have the kindness to remain near the door?" Frowning a bit, the. ooptain went over to where he heard but few words of the dialogue that followed. "You are an American officer?" began the commandante, to which Hal nodded assent. "Your name?" "Will you pardon me, Senor Commandante, if .J withhold it t" "Yon are not ashamed of the name?" Hal flushed, but replied: "I have done nothing yet to make the name a distinguished one.'' "M nch to the contrary," replied the commandante, courteously. "Yon have made your name famous throughout the island, Lieutenant Maynard." Despite himself, Hal started. "You see how well informed lam," pursued the Spaniard. ''But I will not seek to mystify you. Yon were recognized five minutes ago by one of my officers, who happened to be in a fight that you took part in. It was he who informed who you were. I must compliment you, lieutenant, on the way that you l1ave brought defeat to our forces on two or three occasions. Unfortunately, your last exploit, in which you led a regiment of our cavalry to extermination, while dis guised as a Spanish officer, is likely to cost you dearly. You will understand, lieutenant, that on that occasion you acted the part of a spy Of course you cc:1nnot be in doubt as to the fate of a spy.,, If Hal blanched a trifle, his voice was steady enough as he replied: "I am not in doubt, Senor Comman dante. The death of a spy is an ignominie ous one, but I shall face it with com posure. I cannot forget that fate has per mitted me to do one or two glorious acts for my country.,,. "You are brave, lieutenant. I had ex pected that you would be. Ent I have been thinking, lieutenant,'' announced the commandante, as he lighted a cigar ette and blew the :first whiffs of smoke


.. 22 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. ceilingward. "I have been tlunking that it would bP. too bad to visit death upon so brave a man. Therefore, I have found a way for you to escape it.,, Hal did not trust himself to speak, but merely nodded to show that he was listening. "You have been to the camp of Gen eral Gomez,'' went on the Spaniard. "You would hardly deny that you went there on direct commission from the United States?" The commandante paused, but, seeing that our hero made no reply, he 'went on: "Lieutenant Maynard, tell me frankly the nature of that business. Discuss the whole of it with me, candidly, and I agree not only th&-t your life shall be spared, but also that you shall be free to go wherever you please. In that case, whe11 you go, you will find that we part as warm friends.'' The commandante's manner was urbane and cordiaf, but Maynard knew the Spanish nature well enough to know that the other's manner was but a mask to sinister thoughts. "Perhaps two can act," gn tted the boy, inw

' STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 23 "I direct you to do nothing so clumsy. If our prisoner does not make more than ample amends, rest assured that I shall find a way to bring him to reason." Grumbling a good bit, Baldanero put up his sword. "Senor Commandante," said Haj_, touching lightly with one foot the pile of ashes on the floor which represented the message he had saved from hostile inspection, "I have no doubt whatever that I owe you some apology for the violence I employed with you. I adm"t that it differed from the gentleness with which you treated tne. But I offer you a soldier1s excuse. Had that document, which I suc ceeded in burning, fallen into your Jiands, I would have betra)'ed a confidence that was placed in me. You wilJ hardly blame me, from a soldier's sta11dpoint, for what I have do11e." "Insolence in grated the comma11dante. "It is thus that you repay the ki11dness I was deluded into showing you. Lieutenant, the has come to show you less leniency. Captain, a word in y611r ear." Hal was quite ignored as the two Span ish officers con fer red a part in whispers. Nevertheless, it would have been folly for the young American to attempt to escape, for the corridors and the outside of the building swarmed with sentries. For five minutes the two Spanish offi cers conferred together. At last el commandante turned to beckon to our l1ero. "Senor Americanci," announced that officer, "I have resolved to give you one more chance for yourself. 'I'ell us the contents of that paper. I pledge myself to turn you at liJ:ierty as scon as I have a reasonable time iu which to satisfy myself that you have spoken the truth. Let us say in a forti1ight. '' "It will take less time than that, senor, to satisfy yourself, senor. I have nothing to say, except that I can tdl you nothing. If you do not believe me, it is because yonr knowledge of human nature is at fa_u lt." "Yo11 speak the. trnth," admitted the comrnandante, after a pause during wl1ich he scanned his enemy's face attentively. "However, you may decide later to be more :communicative. Captain, I now turn Lieutenant Maynard over to your can. You have your instructions." "Come, pig," was Baldanero's ele gantly expressed command, as he gripped the American's arm. But Hal wrenched himself free to bow to the commarldante. "Allow me to thank you, senor, for knowing better how to treat prisoners of war than does this captain." "Do not thank me too soon," retorted the commandante; with a smile that was anything bnt reassuring. "Captain1 take your charge away.'' Hal now submitted to being fed from the room. Out in the corddor stood four soldiers, who immediately surrounded the prisoner. Baldanero led the way. They left the house, crossed the court-yard, and entered another building. Almost at once Hal's conductor le

,. STARRY FLAG WEEKLY, grinning view of our hero's face, "that the ghosts of the four suicides haunt the eel 1. "By all means, t hen, put the pig in this pen.'' The door being unlocked, Hal May nard was forced to enter the cell. It was not over four feet high, making it, therefore, an impossibility to stand up right. Clang! The door was closed and locked. "Good-night, my pig," sneered Bal danero, putting his face close to the bars, while the jailer held the lantern up. "Should you be disturbed by spirits, do not liesitate to send for me. You will find me at your disposal to cheeryou up!" As young Maynard sank dispiritedly upon the floor, the tramp of soldiers and mocking laughter were borne back to him. "Whew!" muttered Hal, sopping his face with "his handkerchief. "If the in fernal regions are as hot as this hole I hope to die good.'' In truth, the heat was insupportable. Before a minute had '_gone by our hero pulled his blouse off. Two minutes later his shirt followed. Ere long his trowsers came 6ff. Shoes and underclothing followed. Still the heat was unendurable. with perspiration, n nde, but still roasted, Maynard crawled to the door, keeping his mouth to the bars to catch any faint breeze that might come down the corridor. "Can I stand a night of fhis ?" groaned the boy. Down the corridor came a faint breeze of cooler air. Hal drew it in eagerly. Tramp! tramp! It was the jailer, coming upon the scene, followed by twc, soldiers with full arms. "The worthy captain is worried lest you catch a chill," cackled the keeper of the keys. "Therefore, he has instructed us to lo<:>k well to your comfort.'' Comfort? Hal Maynard felt like screaming when he saw the soldiers making preparations to build a fire on the stone :floor just beyond the door of his cell. All too soon, the fagots were ready. Crackle! 'i'hey blazed up, sending their heat into the room at a rate that brought the perspiration pouring from every pore in the sufferer's body. "I will come back, every now aud then, to see that the fire does not run too low," promised the jailer. He was as good as his word. All through the night the fire was kept re plenished. "Do they mean to kill me in this fiendish way?'' wondered the miserable prisqner. Morning came at last. No ray of daylight crept into that suffocating cell, but Hal, consulting his watch by the aid of the blaze in the' corridor, knew that the hour of eight had come when the jailer once more appeared. "I have yonr breakfast;" announced the fellow. "I regret, Senor Americana, to say that it consists only of dry bread, but, thanks to your American fleet, food is scarce. The bread will have to do you." He held it out, the quarter of a stale, shrivelled lpaf. But in his other hand he held a tin pail half fll of water. "Don't want anything to eat," pro tested the boy. "I'll thank you, though, for a drink of the water.'' "Not until you eat," insinuated the jailer. "I can't eat, I tell you-at least, not until I have cooled my mouth with water.'' "No water until you have eaten all this bread," was the stubborn answer. "Those are the captain's orders. not frame them.'' "Let me have the bread, then," sighed the boy. "I will try to eat it, for the sake of the water." It was wcrse than the feast of Tan tal ns, to see the water which the Span iard held tauntingly just out of reach. But the sight of the water nerved o ur hero to the effort. He took the dry crust, bit into i t began to chew. It was keen torture to eat dry bre a d when so tormented by thirst. Yet our hero kept on with the mastica_ tion, though it toqk fifteen minutes t o dispose entirely of the bread.


STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. "Now the water!" he demanded, speaking so thickly that his words were hardly understandable. The pail was passed in. Hal seized it wth eager, trembling fingers, took a long draught, then of a sudden spit out the water. It was salt! CHAPTER IX. BALDANER01S TACTICS CHANGE. "Good, is it not?" jeered the. rascally jailer. "Only cowards could treat a helpless prisoner in such fashion," retorted Hal, his voice sounding thicker than ever. "Oh, this is merely a touch of what is before you! Did you not hear me tell the captain, last night, that the last four prisoners in this cell committed suicide?" Hal made no answer. He would not please his tormentors by asking for more humane treatment that would be refused. "Now that you have breakfasted and .slaked your thirst," jibed the jailer, "you will put on all your clothing again. Our captain is coming soon to take you for a walk.'' "'Vhere ?" "Oh, as to that, I cannot tell you. Doubtless the walk will give you rare pleasure.'' Hal doubted tflat. It did not fit with the idea he had formed of Baldanero. 'There will be at least a chance to stand up straight and stretch myself," m11sed the wretched captive. He lost no time in dressing, which was fortunate, for, by the time he had finished drawing on his clothes, Captain Baldanero came down the corridor. He was followed by a guard of four soldiers. "Ha! Good-morning, Senor Maynard," smiled the captain, halting and showing his swarthy face against the bars. "You have had a pleasant night, I trust." 'ilt was just like home," Hal sardonically oeclared. "Then you have no complaint to make?'' ''How can one complain against perfection?'' "Well, come ordered the captain, signing to the jailer to unlock the door. As our hero stepped into the corridor, the Spanish officer held up a pair of handcuffs. "You understand, senor? A necessity which, you may be sure, I regret." Snap! With that sound our hero's wrists were securely ironed before him. "The guard will accompany us only so far as the street," Baldanero informed him. "After that, you will be accom panied only by me.'' Somehow the captain's manner, as well as his voice, had softened. "No doubt the commandan'te has been giving the fellow a lesson in politeness," conjectured Maynard. "Well, he certainly neeoed it!" "I am instructed to accompany you for an airing, senor," went on the captain. "Have you ever been in Matanzas be fore?" "Never." "Then a walk in one direction would please you as well as if we went in another?'' "Quite as well." "You have not breakfasted yet?" de manded the captain, with a sidelong leer that brought the hot blood to the American's face. "It was not much of a breakfast," Hal dryly replied, as soon as he could master his tongue. They had left the building, and were stepping out into the street by this time. At once the nearest loungers caught sight of Maynard'& uniform and the tell tale handcuffs. In a very few moments such a .... crowd had gathered that the captain was obliged to call out: "How now, my friends? Have you no good manners?'' But the crowd, though it fell back a little, continued to throng about and stare at the prisoner, making comments that could not be printed. No mob in the world 1s so skilled in making indecent comments as is the Spanish mob! "It is useless to try to gc on foot," growled Baldanero. "We shall be com pelled to call a carriage.'' He held up his hand to tl1e nearest


f I 26 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. driver, and a later both were seated in an open "I take it for granted," pursued Bal danero, giving his victim a cunning look, "that you would enjoy going to a cafe." "That depends." "What do you mean?" "Depends upon whether I am to eat and drink.'' "To be sure you are. It is el commandante's orders. And you may be sure that el commandante is anxious about you, or he wou1d not give such orders. Do you know that meat is worth now a dollar and a half a pound, and that we pay five prices for wine? But you are to breakfast as royally as you wish. Ah! There is the cafe over there." ln a moment more they were alighting at the door of the cafe Captain Baldanero assisted our hero to the ground with much ceremony. Before a crowd of the populace could gather to j eer at the prisoner, Captain Baldanero piloted him inside. "He's wonderfully courteous th is morning," mused Hal. "Is he going to treat me like a brother? I don't guess! No doubt I am brought here to sit by with empty stomach and parched throat to see the captain eat and drink his fill!" Great was his surprise, therefore, when the Spaniard, holding the "lista de comida," or bill of fare, under his eyes, explained : "You are el commandante's guest, senor. Therefore, bear in mind that you will order whatever you please." "I'll order, and the captain will eat," grnnted Hal. Nevertheless, he called for an omelette and coffee, and a lemonade to be served immediately. Baldanero also ordered an excellent breakfast. Hal's surprise grew greater when the "mozo," or waiter, appeared with Hie lemonade, as cool as ice could make it. Hal looked at his manacled wrists, then bent over his head to sip at the lemonade in the top of the glass. "One moment," interposed the captain, waving him back. "Senor, will you promise me, on your word as ah officer and a gentleman, that if I remove the irons while we are in here you will make no use of your hands that I would not approve of?" "I promise." Baldanero's "key removed the irons in a twinkling. "Now drink, senor." It was a "long" lemonade, but our hero downed it in three gulps. They were the only ones at table in the cafe, since food was now so high in Matanzas as to make eating in public places unpopular. Within five minutes the breakfast came in, hot and savory. ''Do not waste time on ceremony,'' begged the captain. "If you have au ap petite, gratify it." Hal fe1t as if in a dream until the ilrst food passed his lips. There was no dream about that! It was good, substantia l, wholesome, for the cost of that omelette represented more than a day's pay for a workingman in Matauzas. Baldaneru, too, ate with a relish, caus ing Hal to suspect that it was not often that the captain fared as well. "Will you have an ything more?" urged the captain. "No, thank you." "Remember that you are el commandante's guest here. He would be dis pleased if he in)agined that any want of yours went unsatisfied.,, "I have had plenty to eat, thank you." "Very well, then. But will you have a cigar?" ''I never smoke.'' "Will you be content to rest here at your ease while I smoke?" "Quite so. I am wholly at your dis posal," rejoined Hal, but there was on1y a trace of irony in his voice, for his pres ent comfort, as contrasted with the nightmarish experiences of the night before, made him feel de cidedly good-uatured. Captain Baldanero slowly smoked a cigar, before he summoned the mozo and said: "If I mistake not, the senor would like another iced lemonade." "Decidedly, thank you," nodded Hal. The drink was brought, disposed of, and then Captain Baldanero called for the bill. It amountec;l to over seven dollars a famine price indeed. Grinning broadly, Captain Baldauero


. STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 27 drew out his pencil, writing across the face of the paper: "Te be presented for payment to el commandante. '' "That is the way we pay bills for the commandante's guests," laughed the officer, as the mozo went away. "And the proprietor will take that bill to the commandante ?'' ''Perhaps,'' said Baldanero, shrugging lns shoulders. "Yet if the fellow does have the audacity to do that, he will take good pains to see that it is receipted. Now, senor, be kind enough to stand up. I will again place the irons on your wrists, and release you from your parole. '' Outside, the carriage still waited. Hal found himself wondering whether the jeh u 's bill would be settled in the same 11pn11er that the cafe charges had been. "If there is no particular direction in which you wish to travel," hinted Bal

28 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. Hal's voice, though Jow, rang with earnest manhood. "Ah, well," retorted the Spaniard, "we shall see who triumphs in the end. we are at the fort. We will alight here, senor.'' Baldanero's uniform carried him past the sentinels; his use of the commandante's name carried Hal also past the barrier of steel. J nside the works, hundreds of peons and negroes toiled, throwing up dirt to strengthen the walls. Two full com11anies of soldiers l1ad also been impressed to hurry on the task. We shall soon have walls that no Yankee shells hurt," voiced the cap tai-o, proudly. "Walk over with me toward the water side of the works. Do yon see these magnifice11t guns senor? What havoc they will work against any Yankee ships that come within their range! A shell from each of these guns may be enough to make the Yankee nation sue for peace on any terms that we care to 'impose." Baldanero talke_ d as did many other Spaniards whom our hero had met. Even those Spaniards who passed for educated men appeared utterly igno,rant of the Spanish deficiencies as soldiers. Their ignorance also betrayed them ii:to the belief that traine d American fighting men were woe fully inferior to the Spanish standard. "These walls are strong," Hal admitted to himself. ''Good guns, too. If the Spaniards only knew how to serve them, they could make things mighty interesting for Uncle Sam's blue-jackets. .Jupiter, how I'd like to see the engagement b e tween these forts and our ships!" Baldanero, meeting some officers whom he knew, ac ce pted an invitation to adjourn to a tent that stood near by. As a matter of cours e our hero accompa nied him. Here cheap wines and poor cigars were consumed. "It is noon," said Baldanero, at last consulting his watch. "I am under orders to have this gringo back to his cell soon. Gentlemen, I must you." "Perhaps you had better wait, cap tain," suggested an officer, appedring in the doorway of the sent. "Some of the Yankee vessels are coming much nearer to our batteries than they have ventured before.'' "Diablo! I must stay, then," growled the captain, rising to his feet. "Are you going to fire?" "If the Yankee's scows come any nearer.'' "It will be a brave sight for our prisoner to see. Yes, we will stay by all means. But let us go outside. This will be a sight that no Spaniard should miss. You will be glad to come too, senor?" "Yes, if the American ships are to fire," retorted Hal, with alacrity. "It will do me good to see your opinion of the Yankee ships and gunners changed." Chorussed laughter answered this. "There goes the man who will serve our guns,', cried Baldanero, when, just as they quitted the tent, an officer rocte by at a gallop, dismounted near one of the biggest guns, and left his mule to shift for itself. "Shall we go down close to the guns, aud see how your men handle them?" yentured Hal. "By a ll means. it will be a splendid I es son for a Yankee. Chuckling deeply, Baldanero piloted Hal down to a spot between the two big. gest guns in the battery. Behind one of the pair stood the Span ish artillery officer, taking sight at that instant at the cruiser New York, which, accompanied by its consorts, was now steaming well within range. "We shall sink that scow!" the officer. "These Spaniards lo0k upon a good boast as being greater than the deed," muttered Hal, under his breath. Stepping back with a smile of satisfaction, the artillery officer commanded : "Fire!" There was a fearful, booming crash, a splash, on the water out to seaward. "That shot didn't go within three hundred yards of anything American!" gleefully ejaculated Hal. "Now, let us see your Yankee porkers shoot!" jeered Captain Baldanero. Almost immediately he was gratified. Over the New York's side appeared a puff of white smoke.


STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 29 CHAPTER X. SAMPSON'S FLEET BARKS. Boom! Sou' nd and shot reached the Spanish aether. Uncle Sam's first shell scored a deadly Jl 's-eye hit. Chug! Bang! Cra-ash ust beside the first Spanish gun fired 1ded the American shell. t worked fearful havoc. Half a dozen Spain's soldiers were killed. Twice t number sank groaning to the ground. aldanero himself looked uncertaiu ether to stay or tly. e was badly rattled, that officer of dons. The laugh against him. ides, the captain, brave enough in a ming battle, was now afraid for his of these Ya'ukee marksmen. rash! Another American shell dis-1tled a cannon within ten yards of Diablo !"chattered Baldanero. "Some has lied to us. We were told that the kee gunners could hit nothing they aat." Stand up!" jeered Hal, coolly, as the ain dropped 011 his knees behind the of earth. "You came out to see how Yankee gunners could shoot. Surely, are not going to show the white her?" hey are fie11ds, those devils on the !'' quivered Baldanero. "Senor, yon be hit if you expose youself so reek" h, don't mind me," laughed Hal, ingly. "I've been u1 der fire before, 'm used to it. Stand up, captain, you' 11 soon get over your fear, if 1e the making of a soldier in you." id with a rage that overcame his s of fear, Baldanero leaped to his ou lying porker, do yoH dare say am afraid of your miserable marks ,' raged the Spaniard. rish the thought!" came qryly the American lieutenant. "There w braver men alive than yourself, n. 111 responsible for you+ return to el ndante. Come, senor, we will get o Matanzas at once." They went ten steps to the rear when: "Oh, may the saints confound those fiends!'' roared Baldanero. For another American shell had ex ploded in such fashion as to kill nearly the entire crew of one Spanish gun, while right on the heels of this came a second projectile that hurled the huge gun over on its side. So terrific was the impact that, before landing, the gun was hurled thrcugh the air, landing close to Baldanero. He, believing that the hugest projec tlie of all had struck the fort, fell down on his face in terror. As for Hal, he saw his chance. In all that turmoil, no one was looking at him during that instant. Leaping backward, the young lieuten ant brought his ironed hands down over the muzzle of the gun. Snap! The force of that blow broke the chain connecting the rings of the handcuffs. Still holding his wrists together, Maynard ran to where Captain Baldanero, re covering from his fright, had regained his shaky legs. "Yqu were in a hurry, I believe, captain?" asked the American lieute11a11t. "Yes, I.must return you at once to the commandante." "Let 11s make haste, then. 1 American shells were falling fast and thick around that doomed shore battery. -Gun after gun was hurled from its carriage; sc'ores of Spain's little brown soldiers were killed or wounded. Strangest fact of al.J, not a losf. of 1 i fe occurred aboard the American vessels during that brief bombardment. Not a Spanish shot did any harm to Uncle Sam's fighting craft! Out through the rear of the fort ran the captain and his prisoner. Prisoner? That was what Baldanero thought until, on turning he found him self looking into the muzzle of his own revolver, snatched from his holster by Hal Maynard. "'rabies turned, captain!" shouted the lieutenant, grimly. "Any trick will cost your life. Run toward those horses pickettfd to the left!" Cursing, but not daring to disobey, Baldanero obeyed Both to where the


30 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. horses of a ha1f a dozen Spanish officers stood tetered. "Into the saddle, captain, on your life. Ride ahead of me, at your best gallop. Be a r in miud that I have been known to hit a ten centavo piece tossed into the air!" Mounting one of the beasts, Bald a nero made that animal exert its e lf to its be s t powers. After him raced Hal, both going to the eastward, away from Matanzas. They had not two minutes the start of the r est of the survi vars of the g arrison, for the Spaniards, who had never dreamed of the tornado of shot and shell the Yankees could fire, were now breaking wildly for safety away from that doomed battery! There was one more sacrifice on that "sad but glorious da y for Spain-the mule ridden before the engagement by the artillery officer. Looking out wonderingly over the water, after all the Spanish h a d fle d, the mule met its de ath from a rapid-fire pro jectile from a Yankee gun. In ca bJi ng an account of the M atanzas bombardment to Madrid, Captain-General Blanco forgot to mention the death of scores .of two-legged warriors of Spain, but dwelt at length upon the death of the rn u le. He did well to so honor that noble beast-for the mule was the only Spaniard wh9 did Tlot try to run away! None of the retreating forces from the battery attempted to race after Hal and his prisoner. This pair, in which the conditions \ of capto r and captive were now reversed, rod e scurryingly for two or three miles to the eastward, until halted by two sho of: "Mi amigo!" "Lieutenant!" Sergeant Jim rode at the head of Ha troopers. With them rode Captain J Ramirez, of the Cuban arm y They } be e u out, scouting about for a chanc rescue their friend and. leader. "I en trusted my copy of Gene Gomez's message to the American miral," anuounced Juan, in the breath of meeting. "And I destroyed mine in ti me," sent back. "Jncidentally here is my captor, Captain B a landero, who is go to the United States to investigate 1 prisoners of war are treated by U Sam.'' It was not much later in the day t Lieutenant Hal Maynard and his c rades trod the deck of one of the Am can vessels of war. Safe beneath Old Glory l [THE END.] ./ Next week the scene shifts back to United States. Hal Maynard will found the centre of scenes of darin the great camp town of Tampa, Flor' A superb description of the military there will be incidental to the g events which have hitherto been unp lished, but which will be given to readers i11 complete form iu No. 7 of Starry Flag Weekly under tl1e ti "Tampa's Dynamite Fiend; or, Lieu ant Maynard's Secret Service Exp.l By Douglass Wells. Out next week.


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"Naval Stories by a Naval Officer." TRUE BLUE The Best Naval Library Published This weekly is devoted to stirring adventures of Our Boys in Blue. The famous naval author, Ensign Clarke Fitch, U. S. N., has been engaged exclusively tQ: write for this Library. Rousing, dashing stories of 1 and adventure in blockade and chase wi the Spanish fleet told by an eye witness. No. 1-Ciif Faraday on the New York; or, A Naval Cadet Under Fire. 2-Remember the Maine; or, Rallying Cry. 3.:..;.."Well Done, Porter!" or, 'rorpedo Boat Command. 4-Clif Faraday Under Havana's Guns; or, The Stroke for a Capture. For sqle by all mwsdealers, or will be sent Of1 rec#ipt of price, 5 cents each, by the publishers, Street & 81 Fulton Street, New York. Nick' Carter Weekly The Latest and Best Series of Stories of Detective Work.. .... ,, .. Lip Top Weekly An Ideal Publication for the American Youth. ,. Tales of School, Fun, College, and Adventure. The heroes are Americans. The stories are written by the best Amedca authors of boys stories. The illustrations are designed by a noted artist and pdntedi11 colors with new and expe nsive machjn er) procured expressly for our fam<;>us line o publications. 32 pages, illufT!inated cover5 cents. Titles of the latest stories: ' No. .. 112-FL"ank Merriwell's Peril; of1 '.'l'he Smuggl of the Border .. 111-Frank Merriwell's Guide; or, Sport .Arimn Moosehead Lake. 110-Frank Merriwell's Catch; or, The Can Boys ot' Lake Sebasticook. 109-Frank Merriwell's Pursuit; or, .The Cha of the Stolen Yacht. !OS-Frank M e rriwell Aru nsed; or, The Bicyc Bovs ot' Belfast. 107-Frank Merriwell's Disappearance; or, T}i Secret of the Island. For sale by all newsdealers, or will be sent on recnp of price, 5 cents each, by the publishers, Street E Smith, 81 Fulton Street, New York. ./ Diamond Dic.k, J .. The Boys' Best Weekly. f This series _of stories will tell how Nie of the most west Carter th e most famous detective in the in which this the leadi world : trains and educates intelligent


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