Old Glory in Havana, or, Hal Maynard's mission in the enemy's stronghold

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Old Glory in Havana, or, Hal Maynard's mission in the enemy's stronghold

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. Madison & Washington Sts. 45 $,.. HALST.ED ST., Chicago, 1111 o. l l. NEW YORK,JULV.16, 1898 5 CENTS . .. HAL WAS CAUGHT P! ;Yf-RY ACT OF WRITING DOWN SPANISH SECRETS .._ ; ... ... r .. . . .

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.. a Ovor i2,000 ew and 01 t. Madison and ashlnnton St Starry Flag Weekly lm"'d Weekly-By Sub!co'lptton lfl.50 ,.,. yea1. .EnU:.d cu Second Cla.I l latu:. at the N. l'. P o&t O.btc e SrREb."l' & SMJO' H 81 .Fulton & .J.V. l'. .EnUttd ..ttceot'v's Stroogbold. By DOUGLAS WELLS. First Part. CHAPTER I. UNDER HAVANA'S GUNS. ,, "'This js the real thjng !"'' Ensign Gilroy delivered himself of this emphatic opinion as, with water ponring from his ;:;ervice rnbber coat, he came into the ward-room of the U. S. gunboat Racer. "Pouring, eh?" asked a young army lieutenant who sat at table opposite a Cuban, both finishing a light supper. "Pouring isn't the word," declared Ensign Gilroy. "You'll need something stronger, Maynard. I don't envy yon fel l ows to-night." ''Pooh,'' declared Lieutenant Hal Maynard, light-heartedly. ''We're used to this Cuban rainy season." "That is true," nodded the young Cuban, who was supping opposite him. "Well, you can have it," smiled Ensign Gilroy. "For my part I'm happy to think that my watch is off at eight bells. Whew! Just hear that Niagara coming do wn from the heavens! Drops as big as the wheel-house compass! And the thunder? Sounds like a squadron in action. There'll be a hurricane, if this wind keeps up." "Anywhere 11ear Cojimar beach?" que r ied Lieutenant Hal Ma y nard. "That's what I came to tell you abo11t," responded Ensign Gilroy. "Cap tain sends his compliments, with the in formation that we're about a quarter of an hour from there.'' "I've finished supper," nodded Hal. "And I also," added Ja1111 Ramirez, rising. "Don't be foolish, and come out on deck before you 're called,'' urged the ensign, turning and going out again. "It is a frightfnl storm," muttered Ramirez listening to the ste ady beating of the rain a gainst the closed ports. "It's all the better for our purpose,'' spoke Hal, cheerfully. "On such a night a s this the Spanish sentries won't be over-vigilant. It's the kind of a 11i&).1t wh e n we've some show for our lives. J' "If were not drowned," hinted Juan. "We won't be. Wind and sea have t o DO YOU LIKE DETECTIVE STORIES?

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STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. be worse than this when American jack tars can't keep a boat right side up. We've got to face this storm, soon, Juan, so let's go on deck now.'' As Hal spoke, he picked up his poncho. Juan did the same, and both, with a skill born of practice, adjusted these rainshedders. A curious, useful thing, the poncho. Made in the shape of a blanket, the rubber from which it is fashioned helps to keep dry the man who 111 ust sleep in camp in the rainy season of Cuba. In the middle is a slit-like hole. Through this the head may be thrust, with the ends hanging before and behind in such c:l way as to cover the body down to t1'e knees. By throwing this, cape fashion, to the side from which the rain is coming, excellent protection is furnished to him who must walk abroad in the rain. Wearing thick canvas leggings, which come up to the kuee, both young men were thus excellently protected from the deluge of rain that assailed them the instant they stepped out on the deck. "Just the night," declared Hal, peering about him. "One can hardly see a dozen feet away. It should11 't be a hard task to dodge a few seutnes on shore." "Except for this lightning," objected Juan, as a particularly vivid flash of tropical 1 igh t11i'ng made the whole scene about them visible for hundreds of yards. "The lightning will be over before tlie rain is," responded Hal. "Do you see where we are?" broke in : Juan, as another flash of lightning burst from the sky. "Opposite the entrance to Ha van a harbor." "We shall soon be on Cuban soil," "Too bad that you are to come back to the ship," spoke Hal, sympatnetically. "No matter," retorted the Cuban, with a shrug of his shoulders. "My foot shall at least touch the land.'' It was no slight duty that lay before one of the young men, Lieutenant Hal Maynard. Our hero had received no less than an order to go ashore near Havana, make a thorough inspection of all the forts and batte:ies about the city, and to learn w1iat he could about the condition of the city's garrison and other population. Upon receiving this 01der from General Shafter, Maynard had gone to Key West on the steamship Mascotte. At Key West he had found the Racer waiting for himse"lf and Juan. Now, just after dark, they were passing the entrance to Havana harbor. To the eastward lay Cojimar beach, the nearest smmer resort to Havana. It was along this beach that our hero intended to make his landing. Favored by the dark and storm, he hoped to escape the vigilance of hundreds of Spanish sentries. Beyond lay the suburbs and Havana itself-a city alertly guarded by one hundred and forty thousand soldiers. "Mr. Maynard there?" called a voice from the wheel-house. "Yes, captain." "Will yon come in here a moment?" Hal trndged down the wet, slippery deck, stepped inside the wheel-house, and saluted Captain Winslow. "Lieutenant, I suppose yon don't care to have your landing even suspected." "Naturally not, captain, since I don't covet the fate of a spy." continued Ramirez. "The last lightning flash gave me a He spoke quietly, but his friend knew distinct view of Cojimar. The next flash that he was thrilling with the thought. may show the gunboat to the sentries. NICK CARTER, THE TERROR OF CRIMINALS.

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STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 3 Does a matter of half an hour make any difference to you, lieutenant?'' "Not if haste imperils my success. "We'll stand out to sea a bit, then,'' replied Captain Winslow, and, turning to the quartermaster, gave an order that swung the Racer around to the northeast. "Captain, may I invite my friend, Captain Ramirez, inside?'' asked Hal. "Certainly; I didn't know that he was on deck with you." Juan came in, shed his poncho and stood out of the way, not speaking a v; ord. The others spoke but seldom, for Winslow, running his vessel through a gale that threatened to become a hurricane, and runn'ing also without a light that would be visible from the shore, bad his whole thought on the manageme11t of the gunboat. For ten minutes he stood out to sea, then, turning, came back to the shore. Within less than a11 eighth of a mile he lay the Racer to. By this time, though tl1e lightning had subsided, the rain still poured in torrents, while the wind was increasing in force. "It's tough weather to go ashore in, Maynard," remarked the gunboat's captain. "I'm all ready, sir." "Want the boat lowered now?" "If you please, sir." The order was passed to Ensign Gilroy who soon had a gig in the water along side. Captain Winslow followed the young lieutenant out of the wheel-l10use. "If you get into any trouble, Maynard," counselled the veteran, laying a on the boy's shoulder, "fire a shot, and if you are not too far from the beach we'll do our best to help you." But Hal, looking the captain full in the eye<;, replied, quietly: "If I have, to fire a shot at the bt>ach, captain, helv will be too late by the time it reaches me." "God speed you, my lad!" came the fervent wish as Hal, stepping to the rail, grasped the sides of the rope ladder and swung himself over the side. He seated himself in the stern beside the coxswain. Juan came after him, but perched l1imself in the bow of the boat. "All ready, &ir ?" asked the coxswain. "All ready." Silently the rowers gave way. Oars and rowlocks were muffled. Juan, at his post in the bow, waved his arms to signal the oft-changing course. In a few IJJ.oments they were in the s11rf. Then the bottom of the boat grated on the sand. Rising, Hal stepped rapidly forward. He paused an instant to grnsp his chum's hand, and murmur: "God bless you, Juan!" "Do your duty," came the Cuban's re sponse. ''Heaven helping me, I will.'' Juan remained a few moments peeting after the quickly-vanishing body of the friend who had gone ashore on the most dangerous work known to warfare-spy ing Then, mindful that even a faint flash of lightning might reveal the boat and thus betray the presence of Americans, Ramirez murmured softly: ''Time to puslt off, coxswain.'' Steadily the boat receded from the shore, several times narrowly escaping capsizing. Meanwhile, Hal Maynard, with every sense alert, threw himself at full lengtl1 on the wet sand. Not more than a hundred and fifty feet HOW DO YOU LIKE "THE HUMAN FLY?"

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4 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. ahead he made out dimly a l'ine of cot tacres formerly the summer abodes of b l CHAPTER II. THE LIGHT. OF HATRED. Havana dwellers, but now deserted save when occupied by Spanish soldiers. "Guess most of the sentries are under cover during this storm," murmured he boy. "It does not move," muttered the other soldier, peering through the dark-ness. "It will not, after I have fired," re sponded confideutly he who bad aimed. Nevertheless, he proceeded slowly, Crack! Taking a dead sight, he pulled creepin!l on hands and knees and fre-1 t 1e trigger. quently lying down at full length. "I think you have hit it, comrade," Before he had covered a quarter of the spoke the other sentry. "Make haste and distance to the nearest cottage, the wissee, for we will have the cabo down on dom of his caution was proved. us.,, Less than fifty feet l:\Way from him a Ee who had fired ran forward to the figure crossed his range of vision. dark oll>ject, which did not stir. Then, from the eastward came another Half war to the object the soldier figure. stopped to cock his piece. Then he ran Moving slowly, they met just before the rest of the distance. the door of the cottage. "Diablo !" he growled. "My bullet "Sentries," quivered Hal, on the alert. pierced it-but that will not win me He lay closer to the ground than ever, promotion.,, softly burrowing into the wet sand. Bending over he picked ttp the object "It will be more than an hour yet, :_a poncho with a bullet hol-e in it. comrade," growled one of the soldie1s, "I would have sworn there was a man "before we are relieved. Suppose that we under it," murmured the soldier, disap force the door of this house and go inpointedly. side, out of the storm. Who will be the Then his gaze turned down to the wiser?" ground, at the low hillock of sand which "For one, the lieutenant of the guard." the poncho had covered. "Bah Be sure he is in a dry ::.pot on "Well r" called the other sentry, such anight as this. For my part, I can-through the darkness. not see why the sentries should be posted "Only a poncho," answered the soldier at Cojimar on such a fearful night." who had fired. "We are here to keep the accursed "But some one have put it Yankees from landing." there." "Right," chuckled Hal, inwardly. "Perhaps some officer of the guard, "Diablo We could not see one to-trying to test our vigilance." night, at more than twelve paces." Swinging the poncho from his hand, ."Now Heaven be thanked for that," the soldier slowly returned, looking demuttered the young American spy. cidedly puzzled. "Comrade," replied the soldier who The surmise that the cabo, or corporal, held ont for duty, "I see something over would be arounq proved to be quite there that was not there on my last trip correct. He came 011 the double-quick, to this point." followed by half a dozeu soldiers. As he spoke, he raised his rifle, bring_ "You have shot some one?" ing it to bear on Hal! "Only a poncho, cabo." READ "THE GREi\ T DETECTIVE TRIO."

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I STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 6 "And the, fellow who was in it?" Then followed an excited discussion, which ended in the men spreading out so as to search all the ground for a considerable distance from the house. They found no one. ''I w011der how soon I can come down," vondered Hal Maynard. He looked cautiously over the edge of the roof, but, though the rain was letting up, it was still t9o dark to see more than a few yards away. The soldiers were still searching. "I'll stay right here," quoth Hal, laconically, drawing his head back out of view from the ground. How had he reached his present place of safety? It was all very simple-very easy forone who had the proper amount of grit and dash. No sooner had he seen the two sentries come together than Hal, free of his pon cho, had wriggled off slowly in the darkness. His clothing, very similar in color to the wet sand, made it all the more possi-ble for him to wriggle away. ,, He heard the shot, just as he rounded the cottage. "The guard will be here-in twenty seconds," realized the young spy. Near him was the rain pipe running up to the gutter of the cottage roof. It was risky, but the only thing to be done. Taking resolute hold, he quickly ascended. Drawing himself up, he lay flat on the roof, next wriggling forward to the front part of the cottage. Here he heard all that followed. "I don't believe they'll find me up here," grimaced Maynard. "But when I go down-ah, that will bl;! different!" As he waited, the sound of voices came nearer. It was the cabo who did most of the talking, the sentinel who had fired putting in a few words here and there. Hal chuckled as he realized what they were saying. The cabo had accepted the belief that the poncho had belonged to some officer who had been test111g the vigilance of the guard. "I will say, in my report/' laughed the cabo, "thr t Private Benita fired upon and wounded one rubber poncho. Then we will give that officer sor_ne trouble to find out where his poncho is. In the end he will believe that the joke is upon himself.'' "That's good!" grimaced Maynard. "What a joke on the officer! Oh, these Spaniards have a rich sense of humor!" That matter settled, the ca.ho marched his guard away. Hal waited until they had gone, waited until the two sentries had paced away and back again. During the half minute that this .Pair stood in front of the cottage, our hero slid down the rain-pipe at the rear, stole off a few feet and then dropped flat on his face. It was another case of wriggling, now, but in a few minutes the young was well away from that line of sentinels. He encountered another, soon, but with iess trouble. Then he ran up plump against one of the sand batteries. These batteries, intrenched behind walls of sand, he had been instructed to pay particular l1eed to, for it was these, guarding the outer sea approaches to the harbor, which were ex. pected to give considerable trouble to the American fleet when it should come time to enter. Creeping close enough to hear the sen tries talk when they met, Hal noted these batteries with care, noting particularly the uumber and size of gm1s which each mounted. "NICK CARTER TO THE RESCUE," IS THE WATCHWORD.

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6 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. To have moved too carefully might have been to invite capture. There are times when vim and dash succeed much better than over prudence. II It was not long before Lieutenant May nard had, in 11is mind, a very good working map of these batteries. The vil!ages of Casa Blanca and Reglar now remained to be passed, r Hal went by close to the grim old walls of Morro Castle. "I'd give a year's pay to get a peep in there," thought the boy, wistfully, standing just where he could get a vague glimpse through the darkness at the old gray walls. It was out of the question, however. To attempt to enter Morro Castle at night would be worse than foolhardiness. So he kept on until he passed Cabanas, the next of the line of huge old forts protecting the harbor of Havana. did he attempt here to get more than a distant, unsatisfying view. Then he entered the squalid streets of these suburbs of Havana. "Boldness for my motto, '1 muttered the boy. "Chances are ten to one PJJ be captured within the hour, so what's the use of skulking?" Captured? Swift is the fate that befalls a spy in any coulltry Here in Havana it would mean but the farce of a trial, which would be over almost before it began, without the tro11 ble of takiug evidence. Then, with the first daylight, a victim kneeling on the ground while three soldiers, taking tl1eir places before him with the muzzles of the.ir guns almost touching Jr.is head, would fire at the signal. Captured? Well Hal Maynard knew what the fate would be, but he did not quiver. He had faced death too many times to dread it llOW. Hence it was with the 11bnost boldness tliat he entered the nearest street. There was little to be seen; few who had the curiosity to look at him. With the cessatioll of tJ1e rain tl1e people had come out to their doors to get a breath of even the sultry tropical air that passed O\'er Havana. They were wretched-looking people, starved and ragged. Children, utterly naked, played miserably about. There were no stores open l1ere. Food and other supplies had been seized by the military. Before one of the houses a carriage had stopped. Its driver was even now exhibit ing to his family a fare he had earnedmoney which he hoped wonld buy a loaf of bread somewhere on the morrow. "With such good luck, '1 sighed the Spanish jehu, "I shall put up my horse for the night. The poor beast will not live many days more. 11 "If you can oblige one more ger," hinted Hal, stepping boldly up, "I will give you two pesos to drive me into the city.,, ''Have you the money?'' cried the jehn, eagerly. Hal prod11ced some change, Spanish coin furnished him for this trip. "J11111p in, your excellency, 11 cried the man, respectfully. "I would drive you all over Havana for that sum." "I am not going very far," replied the boy. "Where shall I take your excellency ?11 "To the Tacon Theatre." Hal spoke at random, for he had not really considered where lie wanted to Le put down. The Tacon Theatre, howe,er, fronting on Central Park, would be as good a location as any from which to view affairs in Havana. "Jump in, your excellency.,, With our hero inside the carriage "ALLEE SAME, BULLEE NICK CARTER! II

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STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 7 r olled away slowly. 'I'he poor horse had all it could do to move at all. But the slow pgce just suited the young spy. Glanciug out through the windows of the vehicle, he got a view of Jiavana that he would uever forget. Soldiers there were everywhere, gaunt and hungry-looking, as if they did not average more than one meal a day. But the plain, common people, who had neither wealth nor position in the army -they were starving! Famis.he d men, women and children were to be seen everywhere. Scores had fallen in the streets, too weak to move. These were kicked at by soldiers passing by. "Well, then, Cu bans," jeered one of the soldiers, "why don't your friends, the Yankees, come down and feed you?" "The Yankees will be here all too rnon to please you Spaniards!" Hal muttered wrathfully to himself. He was sick of the sights by the time that the dri\'er set him down at the curb near the Tacon Theatre. There were bright lights burning here, a emblance of gayety among the gayly dressed people who were pas:-;ing in to the performance, for there were still some people left in Havana who bad money enough to buy some food, and something left for pleasure. Near the door stood several dismounted soldiers of the orden publico, driving back with the butts of their muskets beggars who pleaded piteously for enough to buy a crust of bread. Being well-dressed, and having a general air of being well-fed, Maynard had no difficulty in going through the line of soldiers. There was still another line to be crossed. Our hero stood near the curb, among a few well-dressed people. Two young men standing just before him caught his eye. Though they spoke in undertones he could not help overhearing what they said. "Well, and how do you like the secret service?" asked one of the pair. "It is queer work for me, but" shrugging his shoulders-"it is not so bad these times. They must at least feed me, enough to keep me on two active feet.'' "You are employed to-night?" "Decidedly. I must wait here until General Blapco comes out of the theatre. Then I must follow him in a carriage, to see that no Cuban fanatic attempts to assassinate him." "The general went in uniform tonight, instead of in civilian dress." "Yes; because it is said that after the performance he goes back to the palace to hold a consultation with his generals." "So? I hope they will plan an invasion of the laud of the Yankees." "I can tell you no more. We of the secret service are expected to get informa tion, uot to spread it." After chatting for a few minutes more the Spanish secret service agent was left alone. "Here goes for some clear gall," determined our hero. Stepping up to the agent, and eyeing him rather sternly, Hal whispered 'in Spanish: "Are you not rather too talkative for the service to which you belong? It is not necessary to tell civilians when there is to be a council at the palace." "I do not know you, senor," scowled the Spaniard, drawing himself up haughtily. "Perhaps some day you will know me better," retorted Hal, lightly, then at once added cordially: "I will not quarrel with you, my friend. You are capable, I am sure, and WHERE OTHERS FAIL, -NICK CARTER SUCCEEDS. I

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8 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. discreet. I know you, even though you do not know me. But have no fear. I shall not report you.'' "Report me?" reiterated the Spaniard, drawing himself up more haughtily than before. "That was not the business on which I approached you, mi amigo. Recognizing in you one of onr fraternity, I have only to add that I was paid a most handsome premium at the palace to-day, and am now looking for a comrade to drink a bottle of good claret with me." "At eight dollars a bottle?" cried the young man. "It matters not to one who has a pocketful of money.,, "Yon are in great good fortune, senor," murmured the agent, enviously. "And you will join me? You have plenty of time?'' ''It will be two hours before General Blanco comes out of the theatre." "Then lead to tln:: nearest cafe where good wine is kept." Overcome by Hal's cordiality, in which there was just a little condescension, the Spaniard brought his hand up to a salute, saying: '-'Senor, I do not like to precede you." "Do not let that trouble you,,, was Hal's smiling answer. "Though I am a little more fortunately placed than you, perhaps, still what are we after all but comrades? Be good enough to remove all restraint between us by taking my arm." Thus they proceeded to the nearest cafe, where one of the waiters was dis patched for a bottle of wine that cost eight times as much as in peace times. Hal was playing a desperate game, but success much. Taking out his cigarette case, the Spaniard offered it with: "Senor, will you delight me by smok-ing one of my miserable cigarettes? They are the best that I have been able to get.'' "I do not care to until wine has made me cheerful, thank you." The waiter was already in sight, carrying the coveted bottle, when Maynard became aware that he was being subjected to a scrutiny that was searching. Turning slowly, in order not to appear too curious, Hal found the gaze of a pair of blazing eyes directed at him-eyes that snapped with hatred, and below them a month that displayed gleaming teeth in a smile of cruel satisfaction. Hal was looking at his worst enemy, a man whom he had not seen for months, bnt who would gloat over his downfall and death. "Rudolfo Carmago !" faltered the boy, inwardly. CHAPTER III. TO THE KING OF SPAIN!" Had it not been for the deep.burned bronze on Lieutenant Maynard's face, he would have turned pale. Carmago hated him with all the intensity of Spanish hate. Their enmity dated back to the time when both had been employed on the same plantation. Hal had caught the fellow in some financial irregularities, and had exposed him. Carmago had fled from the plantation to escape arrest and punishment. Once after that they had met, and Carmago had tried to stab our hero to death, but Hal, disarming the fellow, had thrashed him into unconsciousness. Since then Carmago had repeatedly de clared that he could die happy if he could only find Maynard and drag him down with him. Tl1011gh a coward in some respects, Carmago was a fellow who would put up CRIMINALS OF ALL KINDS FEAR NICK CARTER.

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STARRY FLAG WEEICLY. 9 a violent, desperate fight against one who had incurred his hatred. Hal, who knew the fellow like a book, realized that the Spaniard's hour of triumph had come. Maynard, recognized in Havana, meant but a name to give a corpse! Hal thought swiftly, his brain teeming from the need of instant action. Turning back to his comrade slowly as he had turned away from him, Hal laughed in a voice in which there was not a tremor. "I am still thinking how easily I earned my prize money at the Prefatura to-day," chuckled the boy. "The chief of police said to me: 'Rezaba, you have done a wonderful piece of work. I will not say, Rezaba, that you have saved Cuba to the crown, but--' Breaking off, Hal shrugged his shoul ders, adding lightly: "My dear fellow, tl1e work that brought me all this prize money was merely the result of a piece of luck, for which the credit is really due to one of the poorly paid fellows in my division." Out of the corner of his eye Hal saw that Cannago had left his own table and was approaching them. "Excuse me, senor," asked the agent, rising and looking at Hal. Reaching coolly forward for one of the cigarettes and lighting it, onr hero nodded. "Senor," whispe!ed Carmago, leading the police agent aside, "have you any idea in whose company you are?" "Certainly." "You are a secret police agent, are you not?'' "Certainly, and he is one of my superior officers. '' "Your superior?" gasped the bewildered Carmago. "Why, that fellow is--'' "Senor Rezaba, chief of one of the divisions in the secret service.'' "Senor Re--" Carmago broke down from sheer aston ishment. He had been as certain as he was of his own life that he had been looking at Hal Maynard. Now he was told, and by a police agent, too, that the supposed Maynard was really a division chief of secret police. Carmago felt like rubbing his eyes. The police agent was so certain, and the young American now looked at him in such a languidly indifferent way that the "If he succeeds in denouncing liie, ,, rascal felt himself the victim of an hall u-muttered Hal, "I am lost." cination. The waiter had just filled their gla,sses "1 ti k f t with the wine. rnn you or your cour esy, . senor," was all Carmago could say, and Hal barely touched his lips to his glass, returned to his table. but his companion drained the other to "He wanted to know who yon are,,, the bottom. murmured the police agent as Hal bent "It is excellent-refreshing," smacked forward to refill his glass. the thirsty agent. "Eh, senor, do you ,'Do you mean to say that you do not wish to speak with me ?"-turning toward know who he is?" queried Hal, in a Carmago, who now stood within three voice that implied a mild reproach. feet of the table. "I-I have seen him before," hesitated ''A word in your ear, senor,'' replied the agent. Carmago, in a tone which, despite its "Well, be is not a man of whom a courtesy, struck a chill to Hal's blood. pulice agent can approve," declared Hal. EVERYONE KNOWS NICK CARTER

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10 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. "In fact, his presence here is liable to hurt the proprietor's reputation for re spectability and loyalty.,, "Then pardon me a moment," begged the police agent. Rising, hi:: made his way to the desk, 'Yhispered a few words in the ear of the proprietor, and then returned to our hero. But almost immediately a waiter went and spoke to Carmago in an undertone. That fellow, flushing, rose and walked out of the cafe. "He has been warned that his patron age is not wanted here," smiled the police agent. Saying which he raised his glass and drank. "Will you be gooi enough to thank the proprietor in my name?" asked Hal. "Certainly." "And when you come back, you will find me in yonder room. This place is too public for men in our line." Picking up the bottle and glasses, Hal walked slowly toward the room he had indicated. "L11cky I brought this with me," murmured the boy, setting down bottle and glasses and producing from one of his pockets a small vial. Uncorking the vial, he Jet fall exactly five drops into one of the glasses, which he immediately refilled with wine. J11st as he had finished this, the police agent entered. "You are just in time," cried Hal, cordially. "Drink!" "Such good wine deserves a toast," proteste
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STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 11 But the card was all that he fouud that would be of use to him. "Come, old chap, I'll make you as comfortable as I can," murmured Hal, beading over Calyo and raising him back to the chair. Placing the unconscious police agent's elbows on the table, our hero next rested the young man's head upon the elbows. It was all done in a few seconds. without hesitation, the young spy turned and walked toward the dooi. As he went he passed by a mirror, caught a glimpse of his own face. "My boy, yollj are Juau Calvo, police agent, to-night! Pray Heaven that no one in Havana will recognize you as Hal Maynard!" Stepping into the main room of the cafe, he walked up to the proprietor's desk. "A word with you," whispered Hal. The proprietor saluted. "No, don't do t11a t," said Ha 1, lialf sternly. "I am not 011e who believes in having himself proclaimed in public places. Now, I have a request to make." "It shall be obeyed as a law, Senor Re?:aba," responded the proprietor in an earnest whisper. "So he has heard that I am Rezaba," 1111urnured the boy inwardly. "I must be careful not to get my two Spanish names mixed up in the same place. Decidedly, a few glasses of wine make the real Calvo too talkative." Then went on to the proprietor: "Do not mind the agent who is asleep iii the back room. Do uot disturb him, and do not allow any one else to go in there.'' "It shall be as you order, senor." "And do uot mind anything he does. He may pretend to be very drunk, but shamming is a part of his business to-night." "I understand, Senor Reza ha, and you, may trust me, for I am a loyal Spaniard.' ""You have that reputation at the Pre fatura," rejoined Hal. "Ah, how you delight me, Senor Rezaba. It is unfortunate, is it not, to have a bad name at the Prefatura ?" And the proprietor smiled compla cently. The Prefatura in Havana is an institu tion similar to Police Headquarters in any large American city. Similar in name, that is, but the Havana Prefatura has always been a nest of infamy. ff is here' that political suspects, as well as c"riminals, ar,a taken. Many a man who goes through the doors of the Pre fatura fails to be seen coming out. Here much of the torture of the old Spanish inquisition still Ii ngers, tern pered with the refinement of modern cruelties. The Prefatura has been a name to con jure with in Havana! Miserable was the wretch who fell under its ban; happy he who knew that. he stood well on the books of the Pre fatura. Senor the proprietor treated himself to one of his best cigars as Hal stepped through to the sidewalk. "All clear for the moment; two hours to work in," realized the young spy with a thrill of exultation. There was a carriage standing close to the curb at a little distance. Hal hailed it, saying to the driver: "Take me to the Cabanas fortress." HEh, t;enor ?" queried the driver, who thought at first he had not heard rightly. "You heard what I said," iterated Hal. "Drive me there quickly, too." ''Jump in, your worship," responded the driver, leaping down from the box and holding the door open, for Hal's im-perious tone made the fellow believe that A NICKEL WILL BUY THE NICK CARTER WEEKLY. I

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) STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 13 n would never do to say yes to this question, as Maynard had the quick good sense to realize, for the chief of police was sure to have a list of all the prisoners in La Cabanas in whom he had any interest. So Hal answered : "No." "A man in tl?e military service? If so, I can quickly answer as to any name mention, Senor Calvo. I have the name of every soldier of Spain who is stationed here.'' As the lieutenant spoke, he tapped a roster book with one hand. "I cannot tell yon the name of the man I seek, nor why I seek him. I can only say, lieutenant, that I am not here to make an arrest. Beyond that my orders forbid me to say a word.'' Hal spoke boldly .JJOW. Plainly the lieutenant was inclined to be suspicions. Only boldness could win the day. To our hero's surprise, the officer began to write. Hal's heart jumped. How he would like to see what words were forming on that pi!ge .. "Yon have no written instructions from the chief of police?'' asked the officer of the guard, looking suddenly up. "None." That was as m 11ch as Hal judged it safe to say by way of reply. The lieutenant went on writing. A moment later the cabo entered. "Well?" asked the officer. "El commandante says he has cause<] bis adjutant to look np Senor Calvo's name. It on list of police agents." With which the cabo, laying Hal's purloined card on the desk, saluted and went out. I take my credentials?'""' asked Hal, leaning forward. "Not yet, if you please, senor." What did this Jelay mean? Hal Maynard began to feel that he had inade a mess of it by carrying his scheme too far. Writing busily fur a few minutes, the of the guard once more touched bis bell, and said, as the cabo in: "You will stay here until I return. And you also, Senor Calvo, if you please.'' Hal's began to beat a trifle faster still. "May I ask the cause of thisdelay, lieutenant?" "It is a mere matter of form, Senor Calvo Since you brought no written in structions, I am merely telephoning to the Prefat11ra to find if your instructions are "Is that all l" gasped Hal, inwardly, as the lieutenant left the room. "If he telephones the Prefatura, I may as well say good-by to life at ouce !'' There was only the cabo in the room besides himself, and the cabo was an utterly insignificant fellow. It would be an easy matter to jump upon him, but beyoJld there was the gate and a whole guard squad stationed there. It was a hopeless case. Quivering inwardly, Hal waited. Tick-tock! tick! sounded the clock, as if doling out the last hours of life. Finally the Jie'Utenant returned to the room. Looking straight ahead he walked to his desk. "Cabo, call the sargiento." The sergeant, being outside, entered at once. "Sargiento," said the lieutenant of the guard, in a tone that sent Hal's heart away down into bis boots, "the senor will accompany you!" NICK CAR TE:R IS AT THE HEAD OF ALL DETECTIVES.

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S'fARR1 FLAG WEEKLY. Second Part. CHAPTER V. DENOUNCED! "The telepltone did the business, 11 murmured Hal, inwardly. To be a prisoner in Cabanas was de cidedly tlie worst fate that could befall one i 11 Havana. For Cabanas was already overcrowded. Every day more prisoners wl!re bronght there. Since troopships could no longer transport the surplus to the penal colony a.t Ceuta, there was but one mea11s of making room for more prisoners. As often as became necessary the prisoners were turned Oll t of their cells, and made to draw slips of paper from a hat. Some of the slips were blank. On others were written, "to be shot." While those who drew blanks in the 1 lottery of life and death were returned to their cells, those who found "fusila1 n written on their blanks were shot in the prison yard for the edification of the bloodthirsty Havana mob. Even in this moment, however, Hal's assurance did not desert him. Eyeing the lieutenant smilingly 1 he said: "I thank you, senor, for the great amount of t.rouble you have taken so good-naturedly on my account.,, "Not so quickly," grow,ed the Spanish sergeant. "Senor lieutenant, where is the senor to accompany me?" "To whatever part of the castle he desires to go. He is to do whatever he pleases, sergeant, and you are to go w;t:h him merely to keep him from being an noyed by sentries. Those are my orders.' 1 Maynard heard tltis with a temptation to gasp. The warm Jife blood, turned to ice for an instant, now coursed through his veins. He had uiisunderstood the lieutenant's or
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STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 16 be able to reproduce truthfully on paper But if some one else answered the tele-tbe state of the fort>s defenses. phone-if a doubt W<'re raised-" Have you seen what you came to see, These thoughts went c1iasillg each senor?,, asked the sergeant, when they other through Hal's brain. had finished the rounds out of doors. "I'll do it, happen what may," he de"It is not permitted to me, sargiento, to auswel' you yes or no. 1 "But your instructions?" "Take me tluough the quaJters of the soldiers." Bowing, the sergeant led the way. 'This took thew but five minut<:!s, the soldiers looking 011 curiously as our hero, Jed by the sergeant of the guard, passed through the squalid rooms where their filthy berths stood tier over tier. They came out into fresh air again. Hal breatlied more easily both mentally au
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16 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. geant, "this is Senor Calvo, a police agent." "Santa Maria!" laughed Espinola. "I trust that he has no business with me that will prove unpleasant to me." "Let me assure you that I haven't," responded Maynard, as he grasped the hand that this laughing officer, so differ ent in every way from the other lieutenant, held out to him. "I breathe again," sighed Espinola, with a mock-seriousness that forced Hal, shamming as he was, to laugh. Hal briefly stated his business as he had stated it a half an hour before at La Cabana& Espinola, on hearing the pretended agent so vouched for, was all courtesy. He. called in his own sargiento at once. The whole affair happened so swiftly that Hal, before he 'fealized it, wa i11spectiug the choicest defense secrets of Havana's greatest fort. "Now for only five minutes by my self!" thrilled the boy. "All I need is one chance to jot down some notes from which I can draw a map at my leisure in the ward-room of the Racer." Pretending to scrutinize severely the last half dozen sentries whom they passed, he turned to the sergeant as they descended from the walls to the court yard, and murmured: "Sargiento, it will not be necessary for me to go through the quarters of the soldiers here.'' "Ah! Then you have seen him whom you came to see?'' "To ask anything would be indiscreet,,. replied Maynard, giving the fellow a look that caused the latter to become instantly silent, for not even the military in Havana cared to offend the busy police agents who spied in every corner of .the city and then babbled damagingly at the Prefatura. "I trust the senor does not censure ventured the sergiento, at last. "You have said nothing," was HaPs reassuring reply. Together they pacea across the yard. They were now within ten feet of the gate-almost within arms reach of the sentries who alone barred the way to free dom. "I've got the plans of both forts," thought Hal, with another thrill of exul tation. "Now, only the task of lookiug over the sand batteries on the I we s t shore aud my work is through .. "Turn out for Lieutenant Carranza!" shouted the cabo. Instantly the guard formed in two lines, the soldiers presenting arms as a young officer passed them in coming in. By chance, merely, Carranza caught a good glimpse of Hal's face. He started, leaped forward a pace or two, and peered searchingly into the young American's eyes. "Great Scott P' palpitated Maynard, feeling creepy all over. For he recognized this young officer, whose name he had not before known, as a soldier with whom he had crossed swords iu the field while fighting under General Betancourt. And just as surely Carranza recognized him. "Guard! Halt this fellow!" roared the lieutenant. Still d umfounded, Hal seemed in capable of motion as the sentries crossed their rifles, barring his way out. "Arrest him !" cried Carranza, crispily. "But, senor lieutenant--" begl.i.n the puzzled sargiento, expostulatingly. "Silence, sergeant," ordered Carranza, hotly. "I know this fellow. He is a Cuban-an American-what you willbut all the sanie a spy!" NICK CARTER HAS SEVERAL BOY ASSISTANTS.

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... S'fARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 17 CHAPTER VI. TO THE COUNCIL. :1 "A spy," faltered the sergeant. t "Yes, a spy," reiterated Lieuse1 ant 1! Carranza. "That is right," added another voice, 1 ) Espinola's. "I have known it all along." "And you have not ordered him under arrest?'' cried Carranza in astonishment. "Not I." "And you were allowing him to ont by the last sentries?" pass t "Come here a moment, my dear \ Carranza," requested Espinola, with a Slll ile. Hal, speechless but watchful, took 1n t11e drama that should decide his fate. He saw much at a glance. 111 Espinola and Carranza were enemies. :!Both undoubtedly loyal to Spain, each rejoice at the other's annoyance. 1\ 's tone implied that he be t11e lieutenant of tbe guard deserv ng of rebuke for negligence of duty. Espinola, on the other hand, was one vho could relish the privilege of laugh 1ng at a beaten foe. t / You knew, and let him go?" de1/ manded Carranza, as if he could not be' lieve his ears. "Truly." "And what has he been doing here?" "Looking over the fort." "You allowed a spy to do that, and then yon were about to permit him to go 1 unmolested!" ) "Yes," replied Espinola, with his most provoking smile. Carranza '''as utterly dumfounded, but he quickly began to suspect that there was some trap in the other's mirth. "Will you explain, my dear fellow?" "Certainly, Carranza. This young" man is a spy, but one who is permitted tonight to roam at will through this strongholcl. To be more explicit, he is a police spy, accredited by the Prefatura, and acting under orders that I cannot question.'' "But I tell yoi1 that I have seen this fellow serving fo the Cuban ranks. My sword has crossed with his machete. Tonight is not the first time that I have looked into his eyes, and he is a youug man whose face is not likely to be forgotten." "That is quite true," assented Espinola, letting his glance wander in Hal's direction. Our hero stood motionless and silent, glancing carelessly at the two officers. He could not hear what they were say ing, but Carranza 's gestures were snffi. cient to show that he at least was in earnest. "Why do you dou ht me, eh ?" de manded Carranza, with just a trace of haughtiness in his tone. "By no means," said Espinola1 promptly. "You believe me, when I say that I have seen yonder prisoner serving with the Cubans?" "I accept your word implicitly." ''And you will have him taken to the guard house, and detained there until the commandante can question him tomorrow?" "No," retorted Es pi no la, "I shall do nothing of the sort. See here, Carranza, why make yourself ridiculous? What does it matter to us whether this fellow ever served with the insurgents. Thieves .. are often set to trap thieves. Is it impossible that the government should find a rebel and employ him to catch other rebels? Now this young man has his card as a police agent. He went first to La Cabanas, where he stated his business, and Lieutenant Lajita went to the trouble to telephone to the Prefatura, from which office he receive word that Senor Calvo's NICK CARTER IS EVER UP-TO-DATE.

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18 STAilRY FLAG WEEKLY. bnsiness was of the utmost importance, and that every facility was to be afforded him." From this it will be seen that Lieu tenant Espinola repeated rather more than he heard, but to one of his temperament, 11ndu the circumstances, that was natural. Carranza looked puzzled, a geed deal crestfallen. ''Of course, if that is the case--'' he began. "I assure you that it is. Surely, Carranza, yon will permit the secret police to know its own business?" "I have nothing more to say," replied the lieutenant, with a good deal of venom in his tone. "I only hope, Espinola, that you have not made a mis take." "The mistake, if one there is," replied Morro's lieutenant of the guard, "is with the chief of police, who telephoned that this Calvo was all right; and not to be interfered with. And, between ourselves, Carranza, I think the chief of police quite important enough a personage to l'houlder his own mistakes." "Oh, certainly," rejoined Carranza, red in the face with' mortification, for he knew that his enemy was la '1ghing at him. Turning to the sentries, the lieute11ant of the guard cried out: "Men, you will not detain the senor.,, Then, striding forward, Espinola pl&ced his hand in our hero's. "Senor Calvo, 011 have my apologies for what has happened. At the same time, I hope you will bear in mind that it was not my fatJlt. '' "No man is to be censured for doing what is his duty," was cheeky Hal's answer. "Therefore I have no quarrel with even Lieutenant Carrauza Which clialogue caused Carranza to grind his teeth all the more. "Men," went on Espinola, as if he delighted to "rub it in" to his enemy, "you will permit Senor Calvo to pas. either in or out, unque stioned, as long a 1 yon remain on guard." Pausing only to salute the lieutenan of the guard, a courtesy which wa graciusly returned, Hal strode qmckl away. "Poor Espinola! He's reqlJy a go fellow," muttered the boy. ''For I sake, I hope it will never be discover; what my real business was here to-night Up under the deep shadow of J Cabanas our hero saw a waiting cab. "Another poor devil come to his doo t most likely," murmured Hal, with thrill of gratitude to Heaven for his o miraculous escapes. But as he drew nearer he could hard repress a cry of pleasure. For it was his own jehu, the one w had driven him out from Havana, w now jumped down from the li>ox. "I was almost certai11," said driver, "that your worship would w to ride back to the city." "You thought rightly, and for that shall have the price of an extra cl.rink llJ muchacho. Now, drive me with all spee c to the Theatre Tacon, Parque Centrale." The cab did not jolt sufficiently to prevent our hero from jotting down s e veral notes as to the defenses cf Cabanas and Morro, nor did he forget to make memo randum of the sand batteries and guard coast lines on Cojimar beach. B y the time this wa s done the carriage was turning iuto the well-lighted streets of Havana proper. Though there might be no prying eyes, it was not safe to take chances. Bending down, our hero untied one of his shoes, contorting his face with an ex pressio11 of pain. The shoe off, he shook it out of th
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STAlUW FLAG WEEKLY. Then he felt ins:de, as if to ascertain .whether it was removed. But while doing so, he contrived to lay l1is notes in the bottom of his shoe. This done, he replaced the shoe. "At the Parque Centrale," he murmured, "I will dismiss this driver, wander away two or three blocks, get another driver, and go out to the beach on the i.vest shore, inspect the Santa Clara and Reina forts and the sand batteries, and : hen get back with all speed to the Race". This has been a perilous, but a night!" I Stepping out of the carriage, therefore, the Theatre Tacon he started along :he sidewalk. Along the sidewalk, some of them ;eated on the curb, lounged eight 101111ted and fifty dismounted men of the rden publico-soldiers, but the nearest lpproach to police that Havana enjoys. "They are waiting for Blanco, 11 muttered Hal. He stopped short, thrilling in every nerve, for another scheme-the most des perate of all-had just popped into his mind. But it went helter-skelter out in another moment, for the unexpected had happened. The door of a near-by cafe opened-the real Calvo came out! "Murder's out!" gasped Hal. This time a denunciatio11 would not be likely to be so easily disposed of as it had been at Morro Castle. Senor Calvo turned on him a pair of eyes that were still half dreamy. "Oh-it-is-yon-Senor Rezaba ?" replied Caho, slowly. "Do you know, senor, I am not feeling well. I was stupid enough to take a nap. My head feels dull." ':You are in rather bad shape," said Maynard, iu a whisper. "Don't let any one see it. I'll pull you through all right. Come with me." "But, General Blanco? He will-soon come out?" "Not for more than ten minutes yet," Hal assured him, on tenterhooks of ner vous suspense. "You have plenty of time, Senor Calvo. Cume with me, and I will soon fix ya.1 all right." "But I 111 ust be out here when General Blanco leaes the theatre. You understand, Senor Rezaba, that I have never seen him before. Therefore, I must see the man whom the soldiers salute, in order not to make any mistake." "But you will make a mistake," re torted Hal, with visible impatience, "if you don't come back into the cafe and let me fix you up so that your drowsiness won't be noiced." "You are my friend?" "Can you doubt it?" queried Hal, with what the other took for cordiality. Calvo, even in th,e muddled condition that he found himself, must have been a trifle suspicious, for he hung back re luctantly. Onee more Hal took the bull by the horns. He would be held pending an investi"See here, Calvo," he said, sharply. gatio11-an investigation that could re" I am trying to do you a service, for I suit only in one way. have taken a liking to you. Bnt if you B nt the boy's audacity was by no don't show more appreciation, I shall means yet gone. drop you at once. Then what will our "Calvo, my dear friend," he mur-division chief say to you when it is remured, in the real police agent's ear, "I ported to him that you took a few glasses was coming back to find you." of wine, which overcame you, and un-NICK CARTER'S DISGUISES ARE WONDERFUL.

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20 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. fitted you for duty? You will be dis missed from the secref police. Now, con found }IOU, come along whether you will or not.'' And Hal, without more ado, fairly dragged him to the door of the Calvo, realizing that he was in hands of one more masterful than himself, and glad to lean on some one else for support, now went along withont more objection. Senor the proprietor of the cafe saw them coming, and bowed most cordially to that very clever Senor Rezaba. PCome into the closet in a moment," whispered Hal, in Spanish, as he. passed the desk. Hardly had he seated Calvo in a chair and rested his head on the table, when the proprietor followed them in. "Bring me a glass of brandy," said Hal, and the proprietor served him in person. "You will be all right in a moment," said Hal, soothingly. Senor Calvo shook, as if making an effort of will that his bodily strength was not equal to. ''Confound-you-'' "Calvo's head fell forward with a thump. He was done for. "Settled!" cjjcked Hal. "And now for real business!" Leaving the room, being careful to pull the door tightly to, Maynard hurried out to the desk. "You know my fa tend?" asked our hero. "Calvo?" inquired the proprietor. "Yes, for time-since he was a boy, in fact.'' "Does 11e not act his part excellently?" "One would almost 'think he was drun,k, or drugged," replied the proprietor. "He is an excellent actor. Do you like Calvo?'' Taking out his vial once more, LieuN-Si, senor, I am fond of little Calvo." tenant Maynard poured from it seven "Then you will be glad to know that, drops into the brandy as soon as the pro-if he acts his part well to-night he is to prietor had discreetly retired. be promoted.,, "Here, drink this," he urged, bending Senor the proprietor looked mightily over the befogged police and raising puzzled, as if he would like to know how his head. little Calvo could 11elp the service by "What is it?" asked Calvo, and once making a pretense that was apparently more a suspicion rang in his voice. so prrrposeless. "It is all right," insisted Hal, sternly. But senor the proprietor also knew the "One of my own remedies. Drink it folly and uselessness of asking impertidown, or I will leave you to your fate-nent questions of police officials so power-disgrace." ful as .tl1ese of Havana. He fairly forced the liquid between the Instead, swallowing his inquisitiveness, Spaniard's lips, and made him drain it to he pushed a box of his best cigars toward the last drop. our hero, asking: Setting the glass on the table, our hero "Will Senor &ezaba smoke?" held his victim's head, Wfltching his eyes. Though Hal seldom smoked, he ac "How do you feel now?" asked Hal. cepted a cigar. Then, reme m bering that "Better," muttered the police agent, he was impersonatillg a Spanish official, thickly. "Diablo, no, confound you, my he helped himself to as many as he could qead is going round and--'' pla.ce in his pockets without crowding. THE NICK CARTER WEEKLY COSTS ONLY FIVE CENTS.

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-STARlW FLAG WEEKLY. 21 If senor the proprietor regretted his generosity, he did not permit himself to sliow it. Bowing his thanks, the American spy stepped through the doorway just in time to hear a bugler sounding the assembly. I:J line before the door of the Theatre Tacon the dismounted men of the orden publico were forming. Hal looked swiftly about him, saw his jehu, and ran to him. "You are in excellent luck to-night, mi muchacho, he cried. "I shall 11eed you once more. Do you see General Bianco's carriage there? \Vhen it leaves the theatre, follow it, ke.eping just behind the orden publico who will escort him.'' "But, senor, I may get myself into trouble." "How, by serving the p0lice ?" The j e hu nodded his 11ead now, for he began to understand the previous drive on which he had taken his fare. "I understand the senor," replied the Spaniard', smiling. There was another flourish of trumpets. The soldiers presented arms as, ahead of all the other theatre-goers, out from the state box came Captain-General Blanco, leaning on the arm cf his military secretary. This pair got into the waiting carriage; the mou.1ted men of the orden publico started ahead, while the dismounted men formed in fours at the rear. Away went the captain-general's carriage; behind, separated by only fifty marching men, rode Hal Maynard in a s e cond carriage, a part of tile procession. And that daring American youngster was exultingly murmuring under his breath: "Now, to t]1e captaii1-general's coun cil!" CHAPTER VII. BEAUTY IN DIRE PERIL. Had Hal Maynard gone suddenly mad? No! But he had dared so much on this night, had already achieved so much oreater results than he had dared to hope b for that he was now determined to win all or lose all. "I'll take back all the news there is in Havana, or get shot for trying," thought Maynard, grimly. The h01:ses of the carriage in which he sat trotted just behind the platoon of the orden pu blico. People on the sidewalks knew, or thought they knew, tlrnt this young occupant of the carriage was a police agent following the captain-general home ac cording to custom. On his way to the palace Hal had a little time to mature his plans. He determined only to keep his eyeS' and ears open, and trust as much as need be to favoring circumstances. He noted little of the way as he rolled throuoh the streets on the way to the b palace. At every opportunity that he got he was watching General Blanc? and his military secretary. But at last the carriage turned through the Plaza de Armas. Hal roused himself to instant obsera vation. There was hard, dangerous, gallant, clever work ahead to be done now. Captain-General Blauco's drew up at the steps of the main entrance. Between two files of drawn up palace ouards Blanco and his aide passed inside. b Hal's own driver halted some yards from the steps, 'but our hero sprang lightly out, and, after tossing a coin to the driver, started unconcernedly up the palace steps. "Halt!" THE MOST EAMOUS ARE TOLD IN NICK CARTER WEEKLY.

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22 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. It was the officer of the palace guard chapel, you understand? One of his own who now stood in our hero's path. conveyances is already there awaitiu To him Hal murmured "Agent of the order." police," and made the first move to bring "Many thanks, senor colonel," murout his credential card. inured Hal, "though I already knew as But the officer merely said: much from my chief at the Prefat11ra. 11 "lt is well. Proceed!" "So?" muttered the colonel, starting Hal thereupon went into the long, slightly. "My friend, I imagine the cap wide corridor, through knots anrl groups tain-genernl would think, if he heard of Spanish officers in their neat. cool uni-that, that the men at the Prefatma know forms of blue and white striped linen. a little too much. But pass insirle if you They wasted hardly a glance upon the have business." boy. He was not of the military, but If he had business? Hal Maynard, beut belonged to the police, which the officers on learning all the secrets he could use of the palace affected to despise. for Uncle Sarn, rather thought he had Looking ahead, Hal saw the retreat-business inside! ing figures of the genernl and his aide. General Rlanco was no longer in sigh,, They were turning at the grand stair-but as Hal now had free access to all of case, ascending the broad steps. the long line of bri 11 ian tly-li gh ted, con-Arri ved 011 the next landing, they went necting rooms, that thought annoyed him a few yarns down the corridor, turning but little. into the nearest room of the audience "I'll find the general, though, 11 mnr-suite. mured the boy, stepping into the second Here, though very slowly, Hal folroom of the suite. lowed them. Here were only a half a dozen of the But at the door he was confronted by a younger Spanish officers. They stared a't colonel, who curtly demanded his busi-Hal, but did not appear to think him uess. worthy of a bow. "The agent of police who followed his Stepping into the door of the third excellency from the Theatre Tacon, 11 exroom, Hal heard a sob. plained Hal, ..glibly. Amid all the life and gayety at the "Your credentia1s?" palace this note struck a chill to his ex"Here is the card. 11 uberant spirits. This colonel was plainly not of the Looking swiftly about, he saw a gitl kind who would take a stranger's word seated on a divan, her head bent forward for anything. He scrutinized Hal's pur-in her hands. loim:d card sharply, but could find 110 ,_.He could not resist the impulse to go fault with it, and handed it back, saying: up to her. "Your duty ended at the palaee en"You are in trouble, senorita ?11 he trance, did it not, Senor Calvo?" asked, gently. "I understand differently, 11 was Hal's The girl started, looked up in alarm, ready retort. and rose to her feet. 1'Ah Then yon are to accompany his Beautiful as of the Cuban girls excellency again when he leaves here are, Hal was struck with surprise by the after the council ?11 whispered the colonel. great loveliness of this one. "Quien sabe?11 (who knows?) asked Her startled eyes gazed appealingly shrugging his shoulders and looking into his own. wise. "I came to plead with the captain"You need uot be afraid to trust me general for my brother," she faltered. "I with your i11structions," rejoined the spoke to the captain-general just now as colonel, with a slight frown. "But I will he passed. My brother was arrested to tell you something, senor, that may be of day. He is at the Cabanas, sentenced to use to you. When General Blanco leaves be shot at sunrise, but the here he goes through the door at the rear repulsed me, telling me harshly to go to of the palace-the one opposite the the chief of police. But the chief of NICK CARTER'S BOYS ARE DEVOTED TO Hl1t1.

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FLAG WEEKLY. 23 olice will be in bed, and will refuse to be disturbed. Besides, the chief bas not he pardoning power. And my brother will be shot!" "Poor girl!" said Hal, sorrowfully. The genuine sympathy in 11is tone struck her with the true ring. "You are sorry for me-realJy sorry?" sJ1e cried, resting one little hand on his arm. "More sorry than even your wistful heart would believe, >7 spoke Hal, brokenly. "You are one of the officials here, per ?" she questioned, in a sweet, low, eager tone. "I am {)nly--" Impulsive Hal paus ea. He must not trust his secret even with this girl, though Heaven's truth and honesty shone in her black eyes. "Only an agent of police," he added, slowly. "The police!" She shrank back from him witJ1 a movement of horror. "It was the police who took my brother to Cabanas," she glared. "The police who denounced him-the police who are to be responsible for bis death. But yet,'' with the pleading look coming back to her eyes, "yon said you were sorry for me, and if there is one trnthful Spaniard alive, senor, I believe it is you.'' The distracted girl's confidence in him tonched Hal more deeply than he could have explained to her. ''I am your friend,'' he said, earnestly. "I would help you if I could, but I cannot.'' "But you ca11 advise me?" "All I can suggest is-stay at the palace all night, if necessary. General Blanco alone has the power to pardon your brother. See the captain-generalwri ng the pardon from him. Ad ios, se11orita, and may God help you, as I be lieve he will!" As Hal pressed her hand and moved away, the Cuban girl sank back on the divan. Her tears were dried. A new light of confidence and hope shone in her eyes. "Poor girl!" muttered Hal, once more, and a big sob choked in his throat. He stepped into the next room, took a look about him, and had liardly done so when he heard a jovial voice exclaim: "La Senorita Isabella Varome? Ob, senorita, you will never guess how Jong I have sought for you! Aud here you are, in all your loveliness. Now, you shall give me that embrace-that kiss-I have hegge
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24 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY, wrest away the knife, and carry out his purpose of kissing her. "The knife is not for you, Lieutenant Passos," raged the scornful girl. "A bullet driven by some YanK:ee awaits you. But the knife is for myself if you pollute me with your touch!" "Bravo!" thrilled Hal. He was so near, so ready to spring upon the rascal, that he delayed a ri10ment to see the finish of the drama. "You would kill yourself?" exclaimed the Spanish officer. "I wish to live-I have much to live for,'' protested tht: girl vehemently. "Yet I will say good-by to life sooner than feel the loathsome caress of your hand or Ii ps." "Come, come, now, spitfire, 11 uttered the Spaniard. "I admire your spirit. It would be shameful for one so full of pluck to quit life so young." ''Then keep away from me, senor.' 1 "Then, on the contrary," smiled the lieutenant, eyeing the girl with evil wist fulness, "I am thinking ouly of how I can get you without giving you a chance to first slay yourself." Still glaring at him with the rage of an aroused tigress, Isabella slowly re treated, keeping her face all the while to the Spaniard. "Time to act now," muttered Hal. Gliding down the room on tip-toe, he came back with brisk, heavier step. Those in the next room heard him. Passos, ashamed to be caught with a girl defying him, walked away from Isabella, pretending to be absorbed in his own thoughts. "Senor," cried the girl, appealing to Hal, "may I appeal to you from this villain?" But Hal only bowed to her with pretended coldness; then, turning to the lieutenant, I e added: "If I am not mistaken, I ad dress Lieutenant Passos ?" "You do, senor, 11 declared the officer, drawing himself up 1aughtily. "I need a word with you, senor, if you will grant it." "Do you not see that I am otherwise engaged, senor?" came the defiant answer. But Hal, stepping close to him, whi pered earnestly: "It is a matter of life and death to yot Follow me, if you care for your safety.' Though the lieutenant put on a stil more haughty look, he went in the trac of our hero. And Maynard Jed him toward the oute corridor, for he had resolved that th officer should not pass back to annoy th girl. "You have a friend at the Prefatnra ?' whispered Hal, as soon as they were to gether in the next room. It was a guessing shot, but the lieu tenant answered "Yes." ''He is a true friend of yours,'' insiste Hal. "I have always so considered him," re plied the lieutenant. "But why all thi questioning, senor?" "I am at the end of my questions. have only to add that your friend begged me to bring you a warning. It seems that you are in some trouble with the authorities. 11 "On the contrary, my standing is ex cellent," declared Passos, but nevertheless he turned pale. "You are mistaken as to your stand ing," replied our hero. "Something has come to the ears of the authorities. What it is I do not even pretend to guess, but it is serious-in fact, it could not be more serious." "What do yon mean ?11 stammered the Spanish lieutenant. "I mean, senor, that whatever yon have done, or are suspt:cted of doing, it has come to the wrong ears, and as a consequence you are condemned.'' "Condemned?" faltered the Spaniard. "To servitude?" ''Worse.'' "To be shot?" "Hanged!". Lieutenant Passos found it necessary to clutch at a chair to steady himself. "You are jesting with me," he protested. "On my honor as a Spaniard I am not," lied Hal, readily enough. "The decree is signed, and two of our men are now looking for you. You will be hanged in public to,.morrow morning. There "NICK CARTER'S DETECTIVE SCHOOL" IS FINE.

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STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. ill be no chance for appeal. Yon will o well to escape." "Escape out of Havaua ?" cried the retched man. ''An officer so well known s I escape? Senor, you are mocking lle "I can say no more," came quickly rom Hal. ''I have told yon all the ews. '' "My father will curse me," groaned he young officer. ''I am the first of our amily to become disgraced! Surely, with 11 the friends I command, there is some venue of escape-at least the sentence an be changed to shooting." "There will be no change in the sennce," predicted Hal. "On the contrary, 1e authorities feel that they are deter ined to make an example of you. Any e who interferes in your behalf, no tatter how influential, will be punished r it. If you apply to them, and they try l1elp you, you will but drag your iends down with you." Lieutenant Passos heard with bloodless s and twitching face. Suddenly he de anded: "How do I know that you are qualified bring such a message?'' "I came direct from the Prefatura," sponded the boy. "More than that, I lieve one of the two men sent out to 'St you will soon be 11ere." Jal held up the card for the other's oection. The lieutenant's last hope 1shed. Iis eyes blazed into Hal's with a astly light as he murmured, brokenly: 'Senor, I see but one way to save my 1ily from this disgrace-only one way save my memory from being cursed by r own father. Fortunately I arn pro ed; it will not take me long. Accept sincere thanks for your service to me. d thank my friend at the Prefatura. u know whom.'' al nodded. Then a grim look settled his face as he watchP.d the wretched cer hurry from the room. rurning, finally, our hero went back he senorita, Isabella. 'Pardon me, senorita, for my rndeness oment ago. It was only a ruse. .I rd what that fellow said to you, and are avenged. '' "You have not hurt him ?-killed him?" "Indirectly, yes. I have given him some pretended news that will finish his career within five minutes. So every scoundrel deserves to perish who foully insults an innocent woman." "You are going to fight him?" guessed the girl. "No, I fight with men only. Lieu tenant Passos has gone outside to blow out his own brains!'' Bang! Almost directly under the near est window a shot rang out, causing both of the young people to jump. Hal ran to the wiudow, looked down into the yard, and saw the form of Passos lying upon the ground. Soldiers were bending to raise the officer, but he was already dead. "You are avenged, senorita, and I can not say that I am sorry for the part I took in it," murmured Hal huskily, as he came back to her side. On the next day there were many in Havana who wondered why Lieutenant Passos, of good family and moderately rich, with no k11own troubles, should have blown out his brains. "You were right, senorita," said our hero, "when you predicted that a bullet driven by some Yankee awaited him, since I caused him to commit suicide." "And you are a Yankee?" whispered the thunderstruck Cuban girl, in a barely audible tone, whi'Ie her large, awe-filled eyes gazed up into his own. Too late, Hal saw that he had let the cat out of the bag. ''I shall keep secret, senor,'' thrilled the girl. "No torture could wring it from me.'' Hal, looking into her earnest eyes, be lieved her. "I must leave you now, senorita, for I have much and perilous work to do.'' "Then let me thank you, senor, from my heart, for relieving me from the most dastardly foe that a woman could have. If you only knew what persecution I have suffered from him!'' ''She is far too lovely to be left alone in this city of infamy," growled Hal, as he made his way through the rooms in search of Blanco. READ "BOB FERRET'S TROLLEY TRAIL."

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26 S'l'ARRY FLAG WEEKLY. He came within sight of the captaingeneral at last. That official was seated at a table; and before him a you1112: officer was holding a paper which the captain general, after a glance, signed. Hal had stepped behind a potted palm. The officer with the signed paper came past him, as Blanco rose and walked further on. "He's mighty tickled, this young officer,,, Hal, noting the lioht in the Spaniard's eyes. b Then be saw something that caused him to gasp. The young officer separated two sheets of paper, folding them separately. "He held the two sheets of paper one under tile other, and got Blanco to sign the wrong one?" divined the boy, drawing closer to t1te palm as the officer came nearer. In a moment tlrn officer was gone into the next room, leaving Hal stari-lg, as if fascinated, at a bit of white paper that lay upon the floor where it had dropped from inside the officer's coat. But only for a second did Hal wait. In the same instant he sprang forward, snatched ttp the paper and scanned it. It was a biank sheet, save only for Blanco's official signature. Utteirng a cry of delight, he hastened back to find the senorita. "Y onr brother's name?" demanded Mayna1d1 eagerly. ''Andreas, senor.'' "You will play a desperate game to save him?" "I will give my life for him, senor." Drawing out a fountain pen, Hal May nar
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STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 27 "Does this explain?" Again Maynard exhibited his purloined crede11tial card. "Oh, certainly, Senor Calvo. Well, tliis is the council room." "And is it expected that the council will begin soon?" "In fifteen minutes, perhaps; or maybe, i.1; half an hour.'' "I am instructed to make an inspection f this and some of the rooms.'' "At General Blanca's order?,, queried the Spaniard. "At the order of the chief of police, but l presume the order is issued at the instance of his excellency." "Obey your order s, senor," smiled the fticial, making way for our hero to pass. Hal found himself in the council room. There were other rooms beyond, but he nade one fascinating discovery-there as a closet just back of the council able! "If the gentleman at the door will only cok the other way for one moment!" mirm tired Hal. To his great delight the officer that noment unconsciously complied. Jerk! Hal was inside tl1e closet, with iie door pul1ed to. "Now, bring on your council!" he hispered, exultantly. But the Spaniard is the child of proastination. An hour dragged by before he sound of feet in the room told Hal hat more than one person had entered. :close the door, general," directed a 01ce. Then, other voices sounded in general onversation. It was the council! How Hal Maynard longed frr just one eep at these generals of Spain! But that would be dangerous-crimal, if it endangered him at this point his desperate game of spying, Besides, they were talking--talking ver the plans of the campaign when the ankees should come to rt;tack Havana. Plans that made Hal's eyes bulge! Jans that would be priceless to Uncle am, since these plans showed the scheme campaign, and tlie onlv scheme pos ble in the conditions that Havana's
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; 28 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. haps it is you, senor. Wait until we find out!'' ''On the contrary,'' retorted the boy, coolly, "I am of the secret police. I am glad you told me. I will hurry to 11otify the Prefatura." And flashing up his card with all the assurance in the world, Hal wrenched himself out of the grasp of the excited officer, who, ba11 ex hibition of the order was always enougl to take them past the most zealous guard So they passed through Havana, an out into the suburbs next to the Vedado or beach on the west side of the entranc to the harbor. Boom! sou11cled a gun across the water "It comes from La Cabanas!" groa11e Andreas Varome, sinking back upon cushion. "It notifies the city that a pris oner has escaped, and I am tbat pris oner!'' "The forgery of the 9rder has bee discovered,'' tearfully exclaimed Isabella "And thuefore," came grimly fron our hero, "we shall not succeed in pass ing the next guard who pokts his gun it our faces!" CHAPTER X. THE FORTINA'S REFUGEES. Since the driver was far from being it their secret, they spoke in low tones. "It looks badly," confided Hal, slowly "but--" He pa11sed. "But--" urged Andreas. "But--" came from Isa bell a. "I am thinking." Then, after a moment more he leane out of the window to call: "Muchacho !" "Si, senor came from the box. "Dri vc to the Bodega." HA VE-YOU BEEN INTRODUCED TO ROXY?

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STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 29 This, before the war was a famous resort, an inn, on the Vedado. "It is deserted now, senor." "Drive there." ''But--'' "Dog, do you think I belong to the police not to kuow my own b11s1ness." "To the Bodega, then, senor!" ''!'urning his horses, the driver started with increased speed, stopping them, after a few moments, in the deserted yard of the abandoned inn. "Leave us here, muchacho," directed Hal, slipping a gold coin to the delight1'!
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30 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. if my knife fails me, I shall count upon you to shoot me do\Vn with ope of your last cartridges. You have seen, to-night, that no woman should fall into the hands of Spaniards while death is left t0 her." Shuddering with horror, Hal bow1::d. A short search showed that there were 110 soldiers of Spain in the fortina. But they found something else that filled them with joy. It was the shaft of an old, disused well. The rope that still hung there to a windlass proved strong enough to permit them to descend. Down there, at a depth of sixty feet below the yard of the fortina they foaund a pile of ancient debris-enough to hide under in case daylight should still flnd them there. "Faugh !" protested Andreas, shudder ingly, after poking about a little while ln the rubbish, "I do not dare to look further for fear I shall unearth a pile of bleached bones. This is altogether too likely a spot to find the traces of many Spanish murders." "I shall leave you now," whispered Lieutenant Maynard. "You go to signal your gunboat?" questioned Andreas. "Presently. But first I must have a look at the Santa Clara and Reina forts and sand batteries.'' "You must go?" asked Isabella, her eyes luminous with symppathy, even in that pit of darkness. "Duty," said Hal, crisply. "But yon will take the most excellent care of yourself?" "Be sure of that," laughed the boy, coolly. "I have too many pointers for Uncle Sam to take any needless risks." As he went hand over hand up the rope, Isabella whispered in her brother's ear: "There is the trnest heart that beats under an American coat." "As true as any," assented Andre3s, -warmly, "but I believe there are thousand more like him up in the great United States." Hal stopped but an at the drawbridge, only lo11g enough to m::ike sure that the jangling sabres were not coming nearer. Assmed of that, he stole out into the night. The Santa Clara fort, and afterward La Reina, he gave close inspection. There were several sand batteries besides, to which he got 1iear enough to note the number and calibre of the guns. At times he. was near enough to hear the sentinels talking as they met. So many close calls during the eventful night had made Maynard reckless rather than careful. It was perhaps this very dash, which is sometimes better than caution, that now carried him close to the guards with impunity. Twice he founcl himseJf within close reach of the pursuing horsemen, who were scouring the beach and questioning all the sentinels. One of these times, burrowing deep in the sand, Hal Jay close enough to the nearest flank of riders to make out the bedraggled uniforms of the orden publico. After they had passed, our hero stole to the rocks in front of the fortina. Hiding here in a cleft bewteen the rocks, he produced a small tube from his pocket. Lightii1g the fuse at one end, Hal Maynard held it so that the red light that suddenly flate
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STARRY FLAG WEEKLY 31 "All ready to pt 1 off?" whispered nsign Gilroy from t. e stem-sheets. "Almost,,, w llispered Hal. "There are couple of Cuban refugees I want to take n board. Let me have some of your 1en, ensign, and I'll go back for the111." "I've only four; take bow oar and next ne to 11im." I'll go too," declared Juan, pringing across to the nearest rock. Hal led the way speedily. In a very hart ti 111e A udreas and his sister were ut of the well, out of the fort, and limbing across the rocks! The jangling sabres were near again, ut now our friends paid little heed until voice bellowed through the darkness: "Carrajo These must be the ones we eek!" With a wild yell the men of the orden ublico dashed forward, preparing to pring from their horses. But Hal merely fired one shot in their irection. Instantly afterward the Racer's searclt-ight swept that part of the shore. A hell exploded in the midst of the puruers, following which came the rattling barking of a machine gun, sending the tH1llets pelting against the rocks. Defended by such a fire, Ensign Gilroy took his time in pulling out. A few moments later all were aboard the gunboat, Hal having brought with him all the information he went ashore for, and three times as much more besides. As the gunboat slowly got under way, our hero, standing on the deck, heard a sentinel's whining call on the shore: "Aler-ta, numero dos!" "Yes!" grinned Hal. "You fellows are peaches for alertness!'' The Racer turned her prow northward, leaving her passengers at Key West, whence the steamship Mascotte bore them up to Tampa. Hal's information proved invaluable to the Government From the Secretary of War he receivect an intimation that his nomination for promotion to first lieutenant would be sent to the Senate. But best of all Hal appreciated the nickname given him by some of his comrades at General Shafters' head quarters. They called him "Old Glory," as a true son of the flag. It was not the last that Hal saw of Andreas Varome and his beautiful sister. But Hal's thoughts were quickly back at the front again. He got there in the flesh, too, for General Shafter's first invasion of Cuba was on the eve of starting. [THE END.] Next week's story in the Starry Flag Weekly will be a glorious one for every American boy to read. It is entitled "The Va11g11ard to Cuba; or, The Luck of the First Invasion.,, 'l'he landing of the Fifth Army Corps of Uncle Sam's brave men, and the start of the noble work of freeing Cuba will be thrillingly aMd trnthfully told by an eye-witness of the stirring events tl1at took place under the Stars and Stripes! "The Vanguard to Cnba," will be published complete in No. 12 of The Starry Flag Weekly, out uext week! No other publication will have it! "THE LIVING TARGET" IS GREAT

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