Yankee Doodle with Schley; or, Searching for the Spanish fleet

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Yankee Doodle with Schley; or, Searching for the Spanish fleet

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Yankee Doodle with Schley; or, Searching for the Spanish fleet
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Yankee Doodle
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.. ,.._ .. .. -: -; ...... r1Now is our time, senorita!" exclaimed Yankee Doodle, springing up out of the boat and leaping ashore with her, drawing the boat as far up, on the beach as he could. Then, seizing her hand, he added: "Quick! Let's get away before the light _us again !"

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DOODLE. Stories of the Present V\Tar. I ssued Semi-Monthl y-By Subscription $1.25 per year., Enteied as Second Mattei at the New York, N. Y., O.tfice, May 14, Entered accoi ding to Act of Congress in the y ear 1898, in o.tJ1ce of th e L ib rarian oj Congress, Washington, D C., by Frank Tousey, 29 West Twenty-Sixth street, New York. No. 4. NEW YORK, JUNE 22, 1898. Price o Cents YANKEE DOODLE WITH SCHLEY; OR, Searching for the Spanish Fleet. BY AUTHOR .OF YANKEE DOODLE. CHAPTER I. THE SPANIRH FLEET ART.FUL DODGER-YANKEE DOODLE AND COM:l\IODORE SCHLEY. when the news reached the United States that the Span i sh fleet under Admiral Cervera ha cl l eft the Cape de Verde i 8lands, where it had been for weeks, the authorities at w ashington instructed Admiral Sampson to be vigilant and watchful;and, if possible, meet i t and smash it before i t could reach Cuban waters. Also the Flying Squadron, und er Commodore Schley, then l ying at Hanipton Roads, was ordered to put to sea. For many clays the people of the entire country were on the keen edge of expectancy, as 110 one knew or had the slightest idea as to where the Span i s h fleet would strike Daily rumors flew all over the country; and an enter pri s ing press, eager to make money, published all they coulu hear and manufactured a great deal more that they didn't hear, the natural consequence of which was a feverisi1 excitem ent throughout the length and breadth of t.he land. Suddenly the news flashed through the cables from the i sland of J\Iartinique stating that the Spanish fleet had arrived there, showing that it was making for the West Indies; 11nd the two American fleet s were instantly put i n motion to intercept it. / A great deal was said in the public press about the inability of the Spanish fleet to obtain a sufficient s uppl y oi coal to e nable it to reach Porton Rico or any of the Cuban por ts At the same time the Spanish admi r a l was quietly rec eiving hi s supply of coal from vessels which had been sent to J\Ia rtini que to await his arrival. Accordin g to international law, the fighting ships of b e lliger ents were not permitted in neutra l ports longer than twenty-four hours. H e nc e the Spanish fleet had to l eave Martinique and again it di sappea red from the sight of the whole world So vast is the expanse of the Atlantic Ocean and the waters of the Caribbean Sea that great fleets can sail for days without being seen by other ships; and so it happened that for another week military authorities of Europe and America were kept guessing as to the whereabouts of Cer vera and his fighting sh ip s In the meantime Admiral Sampson's fleet and the Flying Squadron under Commodore Schley kept the waters of the West Indies stirred up by their scouts looking in evers direction for the Spaniards. It was while they were thus on the lookout for Cervera that the news came, by a dispatch boat sent ciut from St. Thomas, that the Spanish fleet had suddenly turned up at Curacoa, way down in Central Amer ica which is a Dutch port. As the main object of the Spanish admiral was believed to be the reli ef of Havana, Admiral Sampson, with hi s fleet, took up a position in the Windward Passage, at the extreme eastern end of the island of Cuba; whi l e Commo with the F l ying Squadron, guarded the west ern end of the island, thus rendering it quite impossible for the Spanish fleet to make the north coast without com ing up with one or the other of the American fleets The authorities at Curacoa, und e r the n eutrality laws, notified the Spanis h admiral, when the twenty-four hourr:; allowed him to remain in port were up, that he must leave; and again the fleet disappeared from sight in the wide waste of water of the Caribbean sea. Again all the naval anrl military men of America were on the tenter-hooks of sus pense; and every day news of a great naval battle was eagerly l ooked for It was believed that if the Spanish adm iral came up with either of the American fleets his fighting ships would be smashed and sent to the bottom. The feeling of uncertainty in creased to s u ch an extent

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2 YANKEB DOODLE WITH SCilLE T that it soon became a painful suspense; yet knowing ones proclaimed with much emphasis that the Spaniards couldn't get away from Sampson and Schley. Still the days passed, and the suspense i ncreased as no news from the fleet was 1eceived All of a sudden the news came from London stating that Admiral Cervera had telegraphed to Madrid that he and his fleet were safely in the harbor of Santiago de Cuba Military stategists of both Europe and America were not a little surprised. Those in the United States were sus picious and could not believe that Cervera would enter the harbor of Santiago, and those suspicions were telegraphed to both Sampson and Schley, with the statement that the Spanish fleet would be more likely to make for Cienfuegos, rather than Santiago de Cuba, as that port was directly south of Havana, some sixty or seventy miles away, anJ connected with it by a railroad, whereas Santiago was nearly -five hundred miles away from Havana, near the extreme castern end of the island, with no ra il way connections with the ca_ pital. -Both Sampson and Schley seemed to entertain the samt' idea, and suspected that the dispatch published in Madrid was for the purpose of deceiving the military authorities at w ashington; so Sampson still held his position in the Windward Passage, while Schley moved eastward and anchored in front of Cienfuegos Commodore Schley re mained three or four days in front of Cienfuegos, vainly trying to find out whether the Spanish fleet really was in that harbor. There were batteries and strong fortifica tions all along the shore on both sides of the harbor for the defense of the port; and it was believed that torpedoes and mines had been planted thickly about the entrance Occa s ionally he exchanged shots with the batteries along horc, hoping that the Spanish fleet would come out and give him battle if it was really in the harbor. While the guns of the fortifications returned his fire briskly, no Spanish ship appeared to accept his challenge; and he was thus left in a cloud of doubt. It i s true that under the cover of night communication "as held with the insurgents on shore; yet after sifting well all the information received from the Cu bans, he could find nothing sufficient to convince him that the Spanish fleet was really there Leaying a sufficient number of vessels to watch the har Lor of Cienfuegos and head off the Spanish fleet if it uld venture out, Commodore Schley steamed away eastward to meet and confer with Admiral Sampson. He passed the port of Santiago, with its frowning batteries crowning the bold bluffs of the entrance to that harbor, and met the flagship of the admiral. He lost no time in going on board the admiral's flagship; and the two naval chieftains spent a couple of hours in discussing the situation. "Cervera is either at Santiago or Cienfuego;i,'' said the admiral; "and it is an imperative n ecessity that he should lie quickly located." "Yes," assented the commodore; "I can force the harbor of Cienfuegos and settle the question in a few hours, just as it was done at Manila." "That i s a great ri sk, Commodore "So it is," assented the commodore; "nevertheless, my ships and men are r eady to assume it." "Don't take the risk," advised the admiral; and the com modore was about to return to his flagship when a dis patch boat arrived from Kingston with dispatches for the ad1ni ral. 'rhe admiral hastily read the dispatches from the navy department at Washington, and learned that it wa s the genera l belief there and in Europe that Cervera was at Santiago, and not at Cienfuegos. "If that is true," remarked the commodore:. when he rcatl it, ''he is in a trap and can be hermetically sealed up in Lhat harbor." "I think so myself," assented the admiral; "the entrance to that harbor is not more than three hundred yardt:i wid0, and passes through and curves behind two high, Loltl bluffs, which shut out the view from the sea; hence uoLhill g can be seen in the harbor there from the decks of your ship." "For all that," said the commodore, "if Cervera is there, I'll find him. "I think I have a man on board my ship, Commo dore," remarked the admiral, "or rather a boy, who can find out whether the Spanish fleet is in Santiago harbor if anybo dy in the world can. I think you had better take him back with you "Thank you, Admiral; that's just the kind of a man I want." "He is a mere youth in years," exclaimed the aclrniral: ''but he has rendered me more se rvice along the norlli e:oa::;t of Cuba than, perhaps, any man in the fleet; yet_. strange Lo say, he is not a sailor nor a marine. Ile came oul from New York as a drummer boy for a r egiment, and \1hcn l sent a messenger to General Gome z asking for a snfr man to gather information for me conccrn..in g the Spanish forces on shore, he recommended this youth to me wi Lh Lhc assertion that he was beli eve d to bear a charmed lif e; and, while I have never bajieved in the idea of any on e's ha Ying a charmed life, I don't believe that all the Spaniards in Cuba can hit him with a bullet." "Is he an American?" the commodore asked. "0 h, yes; Yankee Doodle is a full-blooded American." "Yankee Doodle!" exclaimed the commodore in no little surprise; "why, I have heard of that boy, for the papers of the United States have published many stories of his adven tures; but I didn't know that he was with you. I would like very much to see him." "He has been with me for nearly three weeks,'' r emarked the admiral, and then he sent his cabin boy to summon Yankee Doodle to the cabin. When Yankee Doodle appeared the admiral introducetl him to the commodore, who rose to his feet and shook ha nds with him, remarking at the same time: "I'm glad to see you, my boy; we've all heard of you, and now the admiral has kindly consented to let me have your services for a while on board my flagship "Thank you, sir,'' replied Yankee Doodle; "I'm ready to serve a.qywhere I'm ordered; but I can assure you that I am so comfortable and well treated by the officers and men of this ship that if it were left to myself they could never

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YANKEE DOODLE WITH SCHLEY. get rid of me except by tying a weight to my feet and drop ping me overboard." "I think we can make it just as comfortable for you on my ship," laughed the commodore. "Oh, I don't doubt that, sir,'' said Yankee Doodle; "I'm willing to go anywhere that I can be of service to the old Hag." "I think you can be of very great iservice," returned the commodore, "for I want you to find out for me whether the Spanish fleet is in the harbor of Santiago." "I will do my best for you, Commodore. "That's all a man can do," was the reply. ''I have been told by insurgents from on shore that the fleet is there; while others said it is not. As I know nothing at all about the men who brought the information I am, of course, at a loss to know what to believe. The admiral tells me that whatever story you bring in can be believed." "I make it a rule,'' said Yankee Doodle, "to be sure of my facts where so much is involved." "Aye,'' said the commodore; "when I am sure of my ground I know what to do; butwhen I am not, I am forced to wait for more reliable information. If you are ready now, you aan take leave of the admiral and we'll go aboard my ship." Yankee Doodle at once repaired to his quarters and got together his belongings, tied them up in a snug bundle, after hich he went to the officers of the ship; told them that he was going to join the Flying Squadron of Commo dore Schley; shook hands with them all, and thanked them for their kindness to him. The officers regretted that he was leaving them, and had many kind expressions for him. That duty performed, Yankee Doodle rejoined the com modore and shook hands with the admiral, saying as he did so: "I hope, Admiral, that I am leaving 1your ship wearing the same hat that I brought aboard wiU1 me." "Good!" laughed the admiral, as he shook his hand; "just stick to that, my boy, and you will come out of this war all right, with a right to be proud of the record you have made." "Thank you, Admiral," returned Yankee Doodle; "I shall never forget your kindness to me,'' and with that he turned and followed the commodore to his boat; a half hour later he was on the deck of the flagship of the Flying Squadron. He :found the flagship of the Flying Squadron a goorl deal like the one he had just left. The commodore intro duced him to the captain and lieutenant, who gave him a cordial reception, as they had all heard of his exploits on shore and along the north coast of the island. The flagship then steamed away westward in the direction harbor from view the sea. The bluff is so high that nothing can be seen beyond it; hence it is absolutely neces sary that some one with good judgment, and whom I can trust implicitly, will have to go ashore and find out by actual observation the real condition of affairs in the har bor and about the city. You will understand,'' added the commodore, "that under the rules of war no officer on land or sea can order any man of his command to take upon himself the duties of a spy." "0 h, yes, I understand that," sai d Y an:kee Doodle; "one must volunteer for such work as that." "Exactly,'' assented the commodore; "I am going to let you exercise your own discretion, and furnish you all the assistance you may need in your work." Along in the middle of the afternoon Yankee Doodle with a spyglass in his hand walked about the deck of the flagship and watched the shore some two or three miles away as though he had a particular interest in every foot of it. Later on he stood on the bridge and used the spy glass, after which he ascended to the tower where the two r apid -fir e guns were placed, and from there kept up his observations until the sun went down and night obscured the view. To his surprise he was told that he was to mess with the officers of the flagship, an honor which he had not expected. The marines and seamen wondered who the youth was who was so familiar with the officers, and who had been so busy scanning the coast all the afternoon; but as he did not go among them any that night, none of them found out who he was. He sat up in the officers' quarters utrtil near midnight relating his adventures in the army after it landed on the coast of Pinar del Rio Province. The officers were particularly interested in his description of the old veteran Gomez at the head of his troops in battle. "What do you think of him as a soldier?" asked the captain of the flagship. ''I think he is a great man, sir, as well as a great gen eral. Had he been killed a year ago the rebellion on the island would have collapsed and this war would not have bqrun. He is very quiet in his ways, and is always cool and self-possessed." "How old is he?" one of the officers asked. "I have been told that he is seventy-five years old; but he doesn't look it, :for he is active and strong as a man of thirty." CHAPTER II. YANKEE DOODLE GOES IN QUEST OF THE SPANISH FLEET-I THE WOODS NEAR SANTIAGO. of Santiago; and during the trip Yankee Doodle spent most. When Yankee Doodle awoke the next morning on boar of the time with the commodore, who took particular pains the commodore's flagship he went out on deck and :found al to exp lain to him many things he wished to find out about the other ships of the Flying Squadron almost within hailthe situation in and about the city of Santiago. ing distance, and out in front, some four or five miles away "All the south coast along the eastern end of the island,'' were the bold bluffs of Santiago harbor. He could see the said the commodo re, "is quite mountainous, and in many entrance plainly like a river coming out from under th places bold bluffs project directly out of the water. Such mountains; on either side of it were frowning cliffs risin0 is particularly the case about Santiago. The entrance to severa l hundred :feet above the water, with batteries alon the harbor is very narrow, and a sharp turn conceals the the :face of them :from the water's edge clear to the top.

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4 YANKEE DOODLE WITH SCHLEY. By meai:is of a spyglass he could see great guns mounted on the fortifications like grim bulldogs on guard. "Those works out there are stronger than anything I've seen o n the north shore, sir," be remarked to the captain of the ship, who was standing by his side "Stronger than Matanzas or Cardenas?" the captain asked. "Much stronger, sir," he replied; "but I think they can be knocked to pieces, sir." "Why do you think so?" "Because what man has made he can unmake," replied Yankee Doodle. "Aye, that's what I think," assented the captain. "No matter how strong works may be built, guns can be made strong enough to destroy them. There may be a limit somewhere, but -we have not found it yet." Yankee Doodle spent the entire forell'oon scanning the hills and fortifications on either side of the entrance to the harbor, and saw that the Spaniards had placed batteries at every available point, and that the probabilities were that the coast for several miles east and west was vigilantly guarded day and night, not only to prevent landing of any force from the ship, but to prevent communication with the insurgents on shore. About noon he sought an interview with the commodore, to whom he said: "It's a pretty tough job, Commodore, as those fellows out there keep up a strict watch day and night." "You are right, my boy," assented the commodore. 1ll think I had .]:Jetter get on one of the smallest gun boats in the s quadron and take a run along the coast to see if I can find a safe ope ning anywhere "Very well," replied the commodore; "I can place you on one of the smallest gunboats, with instructions to take you anywhere you wish to go." "In that case," returned Yankee Doodle, "I'm ready to start now." 'l'he commodore ordered the captain of the ship to signal one of the small gunboats to come alongside of the flag ship, and when the boat arrived the captain was sum moned on board flagship to receive instructions fro:rp the commodore. Everything was explained to him, and a half hour later Yankee Doodle went on board the gun boat and the little craft steamed away westward. The captain of the gunboat was a young lieutenant of the navy, who was not only a splendid seaman, but a brave, ambitious officer who was eager to earn a record for him self in the war. After going about five or six miles to the west of the entrance to the harbor, Yankee Doodle asked him to go in as close to ihe shore as the depth of the water would permit, in order to find out if any Spaniards were on watch there abouts; and whi l e they were approaching the shore he ex plained his signals to the capta i n, so that the l atter coultl understand when he wanted assistance and at what point. The little gunboat approached to within an eighth of a mile of the shore and found that while it was a bo l d one, the woods grew down a l most to the water's edge. Yankee Doodle scanned the shore very closely, and coulu see no evidence of the presence of Spaniards about; so he suggested to the captain to lower a boat with about a dozen men in it. "You see," said he, "if a boatload of men are seen pulling to the shore they are not likely to be counted; the boat returning filled with men, one less would not be noticed, and those on watch would think that all had returned." "Very good," laughed the lieutenant; "that's a good idea in putting a man ashore; and it's a very easy thing to do, too When the boat was ready Yankee Doodle quietly stepped back inside the officers' cabin and armed himself with a urace of Smith & Wesson revolvers and a dagger, all three of which he concealed so well about his person that even Uie marines in the boat saw no evidence of their presence. "Now, bo'sen," said Yankee Doodle, "just glide in near those bushes out there and if nobody ashore objects to my landing I'll take leave of you." "Aye, aye," said the boatswain; "pull away, my lads." The seamen bent to the oars; and the boat glided noise lessly through the waters and in a little while they were within a stone's throw of th-e shore. Then the boat slack ened her speed and glided up slowly until the keel grate(! in the sand. Yankee Doodle rose to his feet, leaped out and quickly disappeared in the bushes. Under instructions from the lieutenant, the boat re mained there some ten or fifteen minutes to any assistance that might be required. If none were required, the boat would return immediately to the gunboat. After the lapse of some twenty minutes, nothing being heard from Yankee Doodle, the boat pulled away from the s hore and returned to the gunboat. Yankee Doodle made his way up the face of the hill, which was densely wooded, until he was some three hundred feet or more above the level of the sea. 'l'here he stopped and sat down on a stone and gazed out at the mag nificent panorama spread before him. From where he was he seemed to have a view reaching fifty miles out to sea. Ile not only saw every vessel belonging to the Flying Squad ron, but away beyond them many other vessels going in various directions. "It's a beautiful sight," he said to "and all along these heights magnificent hotels and villas and private resi dences would now be flourishing had this island belonged to the United States; but the blight of Spain is upon it, and hence, four hundred years after its discovery, vast regions on this Queen of the Antilles yet remain desolate as on the day Columbus struck it." Then he sat quietly looking and listening for a half-ho.m o r s o afte r which he arose and cut him a stout cudgel, i.o be used as a walking stick in pushing his way through the \roods. Thus equipped, he moved on further up the sidl! of the bluff and soon reached the summit From the crest of the bluff he saw a rolling, Hilly countr y extending inland, and for some time he was in doubt whether to go in that direction and thus reach the head of the harbor of Santiago, or push on straight toward the fortifications at the entrance. He finally decided to get nearer to the city before. leaving the coast, so he pushed on in that direction, looking sharply about him right ancl

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YANKEE DOODLE WITH SCHLEY. left as he advanced, and had progressed about a mile when he was startled by a sudden boom from a great gun either on some of the forts or on a ship. He stopped and listened, wondering what had occasioned the discharge; but on hearing no other report he resumed journey. After he had gone a couple of miles over a very reugh surface, he suddenly heard voices ahead of him. Ile crouched down in the bushes and listened; but soon found out that the voices were too far away for him to un derstand what was said; so he crept cautiously forward, keeping well hidden in the bushes, until he advanced a hunu:::ed yards or so; there the voices became quite audible. Knowing that discovery meant death, he crept forward on his hands and knees until he reached a point where, not fifty feet away from him, he saw a rude hut in front of which was seated on a bench some four or five Spanish soldiers. In front of the hut facing the sea he noticed that some trees had been cut away in order to afford an unobstructed view of the sea and coast. On malting this discovery, Yankee Doodle at once under stood that it was a Spanish outlook and that those soldiers were there on duty. A well-beaten path leading down the hillside showed that some of their number had. to do duty clown on the beach, while others were on the lookout on the crest of the hill. "As I have nothing to do with you fellows," said Yankee Doodle to himself, "I don't care to make your acquaintance; I'm glad I met you, though, for your presence here means that it is safer for me to get back as far from the shore as possible." He turned and made his way due north, with his back toward the sea, and pushed on for an hour or so, toiling through the dense forest, the grol,lnd rough and rocky in many places. By that time he thought he was far enough frorn the shore to turn eastward again and go in the di rection of the city of Santiago. After another hour's slow, toilsome march he struck a road, that is what is called a road in Cuba; in the United States it would not have been considered anything but a path. He concluded to follow it northward a while, and soon he found himself going down a long hill, at the foot of which he found a stream of clear running water, with a small corduroy bridge spanning it. "Lord, but I'm dry enough," he muttered, and plucking a large green leaf the size of his two hands, he made a drinking cup out of it and dipped water from the brook until he had drank his fill. As he threw the leaf away he hear voices Ollf the hi.llside in the direction he had been going, and fearing discovery, he nimbly dodged into the bushes some ten feet above a spring. He had scarcely settled himself there when two women appeared, evidently mother and daughter. Both of them quenched their thirst at the spring and stood there talking in low tones for about five minutes, when they were joined by an old man, evidently a Cuban, who came down the path in the same direction that Yankee Doodle himself had come. They were evidently expecting him, for the woman passed to him a little bag-containing something which made a bulk a little larger than a man's head, saying as she did so: "It was all I could get." The old man opened the bag, looked into it, and took out a piece of brown bread. He then kissed the mother and daughter, after which he turned away and disappeared in the bushes on the other side of the path. The two women looked after him for a minute or two in silence, and then turned to leave, going in the direction they had come. "They are the wife and daughter of an insurgent," said Yankee Doodle to himself, "and I am going to follow them and see what information I can pick up." They had not gone more than ten paces when he started after them, calling to them : "Senoras !" They both wheeled around with expressions of alarm on their faces. "Don't be alarmed," said he in a pleasant tone of voice, "for I am a friend to all Cubans." "Oh, mother," exclaimed the young girl, "he is an Americano !" "Si, senorita,'' he said smilingly. "Senor," said the mother, "what are you doing here? This is no place for you." "I'm trying to get to Santiago, senora." "You will be killed there, Senor Americano." "Si, senora, so I would if they caught me; but tell me, are you for Cuba or for Spain?" "We are Cubans, senor." "Good,'' he replied. "We Americans have come to help Cuba. Will you kindly show me how I can get to the city under cover of darkness, so as not to be seen by the Span iards?" "Oh, Senor Americano It is so dangerous!" "I am used to danger, senora, so have no fear on my ac count; but be careful not to involve yourselves in any dan ger to help me; only tell me how I can reach the city Ere she could make any reply footsteps were heard com ing down the path. The young girl whispered: "Come, senor," and darted into the bushes to the left The mother was about as quick as herself, while Yankee Doodle was scarcely two seconds behind her. They were scarcely in the bushes ere two Spanish sol diers dashed in after them, one of whom clutched the young girl by the arm, calling out in a bantering tone: "What are you running away for, senorita; am I so very ugly?" Yankee Doodle saw at a glance that the Spaniards had not seen him. The other Spaniard caught the mother, and instantly both were struggling to free themselves from the two sol diers. CHAPTER III. THE INSURGENT'S WIFE AND DAUGHTER, AND HOW THEY AS SISTED YANKEE DOODLE. 'rhe two Spaniards W(!re unarmed, so far as Yankee Doo dle could see, and were evidently returning from some

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6 YAN.KE.B DOOD1 ... WITH visit back to the fort up on the hill. But the peril of the situation flashed upon his mind almost instantly. He must either defend the mother and daughter or else leave them to all victims to the brutal Spaniards. To defend them would be a revelation of his presence in that lo cality. Hence, unless he killed them, the alarm would be sent out and parties of Spanish soldiers would be sent in every direction to capture him. Capture he well knew meant death. Hence the situation resolved itself down to-kill, or be killed It took him but a brief moment to settle the question, so he drew his dagger and sprang at the soldier who was struggling with the young girl. He struck him a single blow in the neck, and the brute, without knowing whence it came, gasped: "Caramba !'' staggered back, and ell in the bushes. Then, with the stealthy spring of a panther, he went for the other, who waS"Struggling with the girl's mother. The woman, being stronger than the girl, was battling furiously against her assailant, who, from laughing at first, proceed ed to swear and deal blows. He struck her once on the i::houlder and the next moment was confronted by the daring which she turned and led off still farther away from the path. Again the young girl placed her hand in that of Yankee Doodle, and for more than an hour they pui:.hed on through the woods At the end of that time they struck a road which led in a northeasterly direction; and soon they came in sight of a typical little Cuban hut, around which was a small cle<1rin:s in which vegetables were growing, and an air of quiet and peace pervaded the whole place. As they were passing the house without stopping, Y unkee Doodle inquired of the girl: "Do you know who lives here, senorita?" '"Si, senor; but no one is at home now "Where do they go?" he asked. "They have gone for food, senor." "v'Vhere do they get it?" he asked. "Wherever they can find it, senor." "'I'hen they don't get much," he remarked. "No, senor; very little indeed, ; and theni she looked up at him as if to impress his features upon her memory; and he returned her gaze with such a look of admiration that she turned and looked in another direction. young American. "Is it not dangerous for us to be here in this open road?" The Spaniard, so taken back at finding himself thus he asked. confronted so unexpectedly, gasped out: "Diablos!" Yankee Doodle gave him little chance to defend himself, for he dashed at him and gave him the dagger to the hilt three times in the brea s t in as many seconds. "The soldiers do not pass this way, senor,'' she replied. Then they came in sight of two more little huts, which were also deserted like the .first one; and after they had passed them a hundred yards or more they reached a spot whence Yankee Doodle could see a little town of several He staggered backward and sank down within a few feet hundred hou ses about a mile away. of his comrade, who was already dead. "You are safe, senora,'' said Yankee Doodle very coolly, turning to the mother of the girl. "Oh, senor!" she exclaimed, with a look of horror in her dusky ace; "it is awful." "Si, senora; this is war. You know where to go; I do not. l you'll lead, I'll follow." "Then come, senor,'' she replied; "but we must keep out of the path. And she turned and led the way up the hill, keeping the path on her right at a sae distance. The young girl, without uttering a word, stepped to his side and placed her hand in his. He could eel that she was trembling like an aspen. "Don't be frightened, senorita," he half whispered to her; "for you are in no way responsible for their death. l it be a sin, it is mine; for I had to kill them, or they would Lave slain me." "Si, senor,'' s he said; "they are very cruel." "So they are senorita. Spain is the most cruel nation on earth." He would have said more; but at that moment the mother stopped, wheeled around and motion e d them to keep silent. The three s tood stock still; and Yankee Doodle could Ilainly hear footsteps along the path. Others were passing; but whether friend or foe, he could not see; but wh en the sound of their footsteps died llway the mother again turned and proceeded up the hill, closelJ followed by Yanke e Doodle and her daughter. On r en ching the top of the hilfthe mother stopped anc1 beg:m a whispering conver sation with her daughter, after "What place is that?" he asked. "It is the town of Caimenez, senor." "Is there a Spanish force there?" he asked "No, senor; but they come there often. Their line 0 fortifications are out that way," and she pointed to the right as she spoke. "The road leads from the town to Santiago." "And how far is Santiago?" he asked. "About five miles, senor; but it's only about three miles to the Spanish fortifications. We live down t hat way near the water," and she pointed in the direction ;:,f the downward slope of the hill, just as the mother turned into a little narrow footpath leading in that direction. Yankee Doodle and the girl followed her along the path a distance of several hundred yards, when they suddenly came upon a small collection of huts near the water of what he conceived to be an arm of the bay of Santiago. He counted seven huts, all within a stone's throw of each other. The mother made direct for the third hut from the road, reaching it through the bushes in the rear, a s though she. wished to avoid being seen by the inmates of the other huts. Without seein:g any one, Yankee Doodle heard the voices of children at play in front of the hut. The woman pushed open the door and entered, Yankee Doodle and the girl following, and the door was immediately closed behind them. "This is our home, senor," said the young girl.

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YANKEE DOODLE WITH SCHLEY. 7 "Si, senor," said the mother; "this is our home, and a sad one it has been since the war began." "Senora,'' said Yankee Doodle, "are the others living here close by you all friends of Cuba?" "Si, senor; all the men are fighting with Garcia." "Ah! And where is Garcia?" Yankee Doodle asked. "They say he is at Bayamo, senor." "And how far away is Bayamo?" he asked. "It is thirty miles, senor; but many of his men are all around here watching the soldiers in Santiago. They say they will soon take the city and kill the Spanish soldiers. "Si, senor," said the young girl, "they say the American ships will soon destroy the fort and the Spanish ships in the harbor." Yankee Doodle started suddenly, and asked quickly: "Are there any Spanish warships in the harbor, senori ta?" "Si, senor," she replied; "there are five or six great war ships, full of soldiers and with big guns. It is the great fleet that Spain has sent to destroy the American ships." "Is it Admiral Cervera's ships, senorita?" he asked. "Si, senor,'' said the mother quickly, "that is the name; and the Spaniards all say that he will destroy all the American ships when he is ready to do so." "Senora," said Yankee Doodle, "the American fleet will destroy his ships, and not one of them will ever see Spain again." "Oh, senor, I do pray that it may be so, for then the war will end, and my husband can come home without fear of being caught and shot ." "It will be so, senora," said he; "Cuba will be free and the Spanish flag win be driven from the island. I have come from the American fleet to find out if it is true that the Spanish fleet is in the harbor of Santiago. You tell me that it is here, and I believe you, senora; but I must tell the commodore of the American fleet that I have seen the Spanish warships with my own eyes." "You can see them, senor; but if you are seen yourself you will certainly be shot." "I know that well enough, senora; I carry my lif e in my hand; yet I have no fear of being shot. If you can keep my presence here concealed from your neighbors there will be little danger to me." "Oh, they are all friends here, senor; no one would betray \ you." "That may be true, senora; but women and children, you know, talk a great deal, and often say things without giving much thought to their utterances. If you can keep me con cealed till night I can go out under the cover of darkness, and with a guide to pilot the way, can soon find out if it is true that the Spanish warships are here." "There is a little room in there," said she, pointing to the cloor of a connecting room, "where you can stay during the day without being seen by any one; but, senor," she added, with a look of sadness in her eyes, "we can give you little or nothing to eat, as we have nothing but a littl e fruit and a few vegetables; yet such as we have we will share with you." "Could you buy food, senora, if you had the money?" "Si, senor; but we have no money." "Don't let that worry you, senora; I have money. Here are ten pesetas,'' and with that he handed her the coin,. which caused her to gasp out: "Oh, senor! I have not seen so much money in many weeks." "Then you must indeed be in a bad fix, senora." "Si, senor; it is starvation all the time." "Then hold your hands, senora, and I will fill them with. pesetas," and as she held out her two hands he filled with Spanish coins to the value of twenty dollars or more. Then, turning to the young girl, saying: "Hold out your little hands, too, senorita,'' and as she held her little brown hands out to him, he filled them also. "Oh, senor!" said th mother, "this will save m from starving to death; we would die to serve you and all theAmericanos," and as she spoke the tears ran clown her cheeks. The young girl laid the money on the little table near where she was standing and caught Yankee Doodle's hand in hers, lookea up into his face, saying as she did so: "Senor, I can show you where the Spanish warships are,. and as soon as it is dark we will go and see them. I'm not afraid to go with you, because you have already saved my life and mother's." By this time the shadows of night began to fall upon the scene, and the mother hastened to prepare a little food for the three, which Yankee Doodle perceiving, called to her,. saying: "I brought with me from the ship, senora, food enough to la st me three days; we will use that now, and to-morrow you can go to the village and buy such as you need." "Si, senor, I would go now, only I fear to do so at night. It was quite dark in the hut as twilight came on, and he had scarcely ceased speaking to the senora when the young girl, standing by his side as he sat in a rude chair, sud denly thrust her hand against his mouth, which act he understood to be an admonition for silence. He seized the little hand and pressed it to his lips, and the next moment saw the form of a woman appear at the door of the little hut. It was a neighbor who had called to speak to the senora,. and the latter stepped outside the door to talk with her. Yankee Doodle sat quiet and listened to the two women talking, and soon learned that the neighbor had called to say that one of her children had heard in the village that there was a great deal of excitement among the Spanish soldiers in Santiago. "What is it about?" the senora asked. "The child could not find out," replied the neighbor. "Well, said the senora, "I'm going to the village in the morning to buy some provisions, and I'll find out." "What will you buy with ?" the neighbor asked. "I met Tomas at the spring to-day." "He has had luck, then?" said the neighbor. "A little, senora," was the reply; "I have a few pesetas." The neighbor went away to inform her other neighbors that the wife of Tomas had a few pesetas and would go to the village to-morrow. In about ten minutes every woman in the little settlement on the water's edge had come to congratulate the senora; and she promised each one of themJ a cup of coffee the next morning.

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8 YANKEE DOODLE WITH SCHLEY. All this Yankee Doodle heard as he sat in the little hut, with the daughter of Tomas standing by his side. When they finally went away Yankee Doodle and the mother and daughter ate their supper in the dark from the rations he had brought with him, as there were neither lamps nor candles in the hut. Some hvo hours later the young girl, who had given her name to Yankee Doodle as that of l\Iarcia, said to him that she was ready to go with him to see the Spanish fleet. "Can you do so safely, senorita(" he asked. "Si, senor; we will go in a boat;" and she led the way Qut of the hut down to the water's edge, where under the light of the stars she saw seYeral little fishing boats drawn up on the beach. "'l'his is our boat, s e nor," said she, laying her hand on one. "'fhen we will use it,'' he remarked, and proceeded to launch it and hold it for her to enter When she was she bent to the oars, making n'o noise that could be heard ten feet away. Yankee Doodle was unable to guess the rate of speed she was making, but judged that she had pulled for half an hour when she sudden ly ceased rowing, and the little boat glided silently through the water close alongsid e of a huge ironclad warship, which, dark as it was, Yankee Doodle immediately recognized and sized it up as one of the great battleships of the Spanish navy. He could see the muz zles of the great guns as they protruded, and even hear the tramp of the sentinels on deck. He leaned forward until his face almost touched the back of the girl's neck, and whispered: "Sheer off, senorita; we are too close." She quickly dipped the oars in the water, ancl the little boat again glided away only to run close to another vessel of like character a few hundred yards away from the first one. 1 seated she took up the oars and waited for him to do like-It was much easier for him to sec the great ships that loomed high up above him than for the wat c h and sentinels on board of them to see him and the little boat. wi,;e. YAXKEE DOODLE SIIEDS SPAXISII BLOOD IS PURSUED A CROSS THE BAY As Yankee Doodle took his seat in the boat he asked the girl to let him have the oars. "Do you know how to ro" senor?" she asked. "Like a fish, senorita," he replied. "So do I, senor;'' she laughed; "and as I know more nbont this boat than you do I'll do the rowing, and you must sit right here before me so I can point out the dif ferent places to you. Can you swim, senor?" "Like a fish, again, senorita," he replied; "can you?" "Si, senor, since a little wee child My father is a fish erman." She took up the oars and sent the boat flying through the water with an ease and sktll that would have clone credit to an old seaman; and, better still, there was never :a splash of the oars nor the dull sound so often heard from the oar locks. They seemed to move through the water like .a shadow or spectre; and in a few minutes the little boat shot into the bay, when she stopped and said to him as she pointed to a thousand light s shining like so many stars across the water : "That is Santiago city out there." "How far is it across there, senorita?" he asked. "Between two and three miles, senor." "And those lights down there?" said he, pointing off to the rjght. "They are ships, senor," said she "Some of them are warships and others are schooners and sloops. We will go down that way;" and she resumed her oars, sending the 1ittle boat skimming through the water. "Be careful, senorita," said he; "warships will allow nothing to approach them in the dark." "But they cannot see us, senor "If they hear us they will soon see he replied ; "for they will turn flashliirhts 'upon us." "Oh, I won't let them hear me, senor;" and with that In less than an hour he had seen four gre11,t armored war s hips and some three others which he took to be gun boats. By and by they came close to a black object that lay low in the water. Ile immediately recognized it as a torpedo boat. "Sheer off quick, senorita!" he whispered to the girl; and she obeyed like a piece of machinery that was con trolled by the touching of a button. But in escaping from that one they ran almost into another. She turned quickly and darted past it ; but was hailed by a hoarse voice on board, whereupon she bent to the oars, sending the little boat flying through the water like a fish. In a few min utes she was some two hundred yards away from the tor pedo boat, going as fast as the oars could send them, when Yankee Doodle was borrified to see a fla shlight from one of the warships sweeping quickly across the bosom of the bay. He knew that within a few moments the light would betray their presence, so he said to the girl: "If they see a man in the boat, senorita, they will pur sue us. If they see only a girl, they may not suspect anything wrong. I will lie down in the bottom of the boat." "Si, senor," she replied; "do so quickly." He went quick l y over into the bottom of the boat, and was scarce ly sett led there ere the glare of the flashlight was all about him. Marcia was pulling direct for the city of Santiago rn the opposite side of the bay. A hoarse call to heave to came from the ship; but she pulled all the harder. A shot was fired from one of the small guns, and a three-inch shell struck the water about a hundred feet to the right of them. "Oh, senor!" she exclaimed; "they are shooting at us." "Si, senorita; but they can't hit us," he replied. "Just pl1 ll for the shore as fast as you can The light continued to flash about them; and evident the officers on board the ship became convinced that it was only a girl in the boat, and another shot was not fired;

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YANKEE DOODLE WITH SCHLEY. 9 but lights flashed frgm every ship in the squadron, lighting up the bay in every direction. ''Which way are we going, senorita?" Yankee Doodle asked. "We will strike the shore just below the city, senor." "Are there any Spanish soldiers there?" he asked "No, senor; not unless they see u s and run down there to meet us, and they can see us in this light." "I would. rather be on shore than in this boat," said he. 'rhe little boat glided through the water, the light of the ship following them as fast as they went, and in a little while struck the shore some distance below the wharves of the city. At the same instant the light turned and flashed to the left, as if to search the shore in that direction, and the little boat was left in the darkness of the night. "Now is our time, senorita!" exclaimed Yankee Doodle, springing up out of the boat and leaping ashore with her, drawing the boat as far up on the beach as he could. Then, seizing her hand, he added : "Quick! Let's get away before the light catches us again!" She ran quickly up the beach to a road that ran along the shore connecting the fortifications of the town, and turned behind a house just as the light from the ship fl.ashed upon the locality. "Just in time,'' he chuckled; "they can see nothing now but the empty boat; and they certainly didn't see anybody but the girl in it." They waited several minutes, and then the flashing of the light ceased. "I guess they won't try to follow us, senorita, from the ships; but we don't want any soldiers to find us on shore. Do you know where we can hide until the search for us is over?" "Si, senor. A little farther up the hill is an old wall. If'we get behind that they may not find us." "Lead the way to it, then, senorita." She l ed the way up the hill, going across the road, he following close behind her. When they reached the wall he found that it was part of an old ruin which was crumb ling away in some places. There was a number of such in and about the city, for Santiago is a very old place. After assisting her over the wall, which was about five feet in height, Yankee Doodle swung himself over it with a bound and landed by her side. 'rhe ships again flashed the light over the bay, and doubtless the little rowboat was seen; but after n few min utes the light was withdrawn, and they w ere again envel oped in the darkness of the night. While they were concealed behind the wall they could hear people passing along the road, some talking and laughing, while others passed in sil ence 'rhey whispered together for some time, only to stop when were heard, until at l ength Yankee Doodl e made up his mind to venture forth to see whether anything had been done with the boat or not. By this time :Marcia had learn ed to trust him to the fullest extent, and whatever he suggested she agreed to; hence when he proposed that she remain there behind the wall while he ventured forth to investigate the situation she did not object. So he went over the wall at a bound, quietly passed down the hillside, across the roacl and pro ceeded along the beach in the direction of where they had l eft the boat. When he was near enough to see it he saw through the sombre shadows of the night two men sitting in it, smok in g cigars. He crept back far enough to avoid being seen by them and crouched down to listen and watch. But it soon became apparent to him that the men in the boat we re there to stay "If I wait here long,'' he thought to himself,. "that girl will become uneasy, thinking something has happened to me; yet I would like to see what those fellows are up to, and whether any more are expected." A few minutes later he noticed that one of the me.n arose and walked leisurely out toward the road. As the man neared the road he seemed to change his mind, for he turned and walked directly toward where Yankee Doodle was crouching. It was impossible for the young American to move from his place without being seen; so he took the chance of being passed unnoticed by remaining where he was. / The man passed within ten feet of him; then, seeing a dark object crouching on the sand, he stopped and looked in that direction and then deliberately walked up to it. Yankee Doodle arose to his feet when the man r e ach ed within arm's length of him. The Spaniard stepped back a couple of paces as if very much surprised and exclaimed: "Caram ha! Who are you?" Yankee Doodle, without making any reply, turned to walk away, not wishing to kill the nian unless attacked. He was not long left in doubt; for the Spaniar-d rushed at him and clutched him by the collar. Quick as a fl.ash Yankee Doodle l et him have the dagger in the neck, which sent him reeling backward a few paces, where he sank down on the sand. '"What is it, Miguel?" came fI'om the man in the boat. "N O'.V is my chance," thought Yankee Doodle; and he turned and walked leisurely toward the boat, guided by the light of t h e cigar which the man in it was smoking. He walked up to the boat; and, instead of stepping into it, waded out into the water up to his knees to wher e the Spaniard was sitting in the stern. Just as he reached the man the latter had evidently be come suspicious, as he started to rise to his feet. Yankee Doodle seized him by the collar, jerked him off his balance and landed him in the water face downward. Two or three paces farther and the water was up to his hips; there he succeeded in holding the man's head under, though he kicked and struggled violently for the spa c e of a coup l e of minutes. Then he ceased to struggle and Yankee Doodle knew he was no lon ger dangerous. Turning around, he waded ashore and ran all the way up the hill to the old wall, where he said to the young gir l : "Come, senorita, we will go now." "Si, senor," she replied; and he proceeded to assist her over the wall, after which they hurried down to the boat. As they stepped into the little craft Yankee Doodle turned to the girl and said:

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10 YANKEE DOODLE WITH SCHLEY. "Senorita, can you return hc:>rne across the bay without going near any of the vessels of the fleet?" "Si, senor," she replied. "Then do so as quickly as you can, and without running 4 any more risk that can be helped." "'! The girl sat down and proceded to handle the oars with the same skill as before, and in a few moments they were skimming through the water like a cluck. Yankee Doodle glanced at the lights along the shore, and thought of the slaughter of the Vir ginia 's crew, which took place there twenty-five years b efore, and mentally wished that when the city was captured by the army and fleet some sort of punishment could be inflicted for that barbarous transaction. Twice on the way the little boat was forced to dodge merchant vessels that lay at anchor in the harbor, and also some small craft on which there was evidently nobody in -charge. Suddenly the young girl ceased rowing and waited in a listening attitude. The sound of oars was heard out on the right, and after the lapse o.f a minute or two she sud -0.enly resumed rowing, pulling harder than ever. Some five minutes later she leaned back until her head almost touched Yankee Doodle's brea st, and whispered to him: "A boat is following us, senor." "Are you sure, senori ta?" "S\, senor; I can see it right in our wake." Yankee Doodle leaned forward and peered into the darkof them came in his direction. The girl pulled hiil arm, tremblingly whispering to him: "Come away, senor." "No," said he; "wait, senorita;" and he drew his revolver as he stood there watching the two men approaching. Just as they reached the edge of the bushes he thrust the revolver in the ace of the nearest one and fired. Scarcely a second passed ere he did the same thing to the other. Both men fell without uttering a. sound, and the next instant Yankee Doodle dashed across the sand in the direction of the boat. There was one man in it, who evidently mistook him for one of hi s companions. Yankee Doodle ran up to him and shot him through the head without the man's perceiving that he was an enemy. "It's ugly work," said Yankee Doodle to himself; "but I'd kill a Spaniard every hour in the day rather than let one kill me," and with that he turned and walked back to the bushes, where he called out: "Come, senorim; they are all dead now." The girl emerged from the bu s hes, saying: "Oh, senor, this is awful! I was never so frightened in all my life. Why didn't you come away and leave them?" "Because, senorita, I was afraid they might find out \rhom the boat belonged to, and that would make trouble for you." "But won't this make still more trouble, senor?" she asked. "!less, but cou ld see nothing. "I can't see it, senorita," he whispered; mistaken." "No, I think not. I will place these bodies in the boat "you must be and send it adrift, so it will never be known where they were kill e d." "But I can see it, senor." "Very well, then, senorita; it won't do to l et them follow 'US back to your home, as that would make trouble for you and your mother; so you had better run in a s hore at the nearest point, where we can leave the boat." "Si, senor," she replied; I would not like to lose the iboat, as we could not get another." "If you lose it, senorita, I'll buy you another." With out uttering another word the girl stee red the boat around to the left and pulled with all her might for the shore, which was less than a quarter of a mile away. By this time Yankee Doodle could hear the sound of oars from the pursuing boat, and yet he could not see it. In a very few minutes the little boat struck the beach .and they both sprang out. Scarcely had they struck the sand of the beach ere a shot was fired and a bullet whistled over the bead of Yankee Doodle. CHAPTER V. 'THE TRAGEDY ON THE BEACH-YANKEE DOODLE FINDS THE SPANISH FL. EET IN SANTIAGO HARBOR. On hearing the shot, the girl wheeled and ran for the bu s hes about thirty or forty yards away, and Yankee Doodle followed her. Under cover of the bushes, he stopped and waited to see if those in the boat would follow. As the other boat came up to the beach Yankee Doodle could dimly make out the shadowy forms of two or three men, and as he was peering at them from the bushes two was quick to act, and inside of ten minutes he had dragged the two bodies from the edge of the woods, laid them in the boat, then asked her to get into her ow-n and row out some distance from the shore He held on to the other boat, towing it until they were some two or three hundred yards from the beach, when he shoved it away, setting it adrift. As the tide was running out, the boat soon disappeared in the direction of the Spanish fleet, after which he said to Marcia: "Now, senorita, we will go home." The girl again bent to the oars, and after going about a mile they reached the little landing place in front of her mother's hut As he stepped out of the boat and pulled it up on the beach, Yankee Doodle whispered to the girl: "Say nothing to anyone about what has happened tonight-not even to your mother." "No, senor, I'll never speak of it," and then she led the way around to the rear of the little hut, pushed open the door and led the way in. It was pitch dark inside; so she took hold of his hand and led him into a small bedroom and placed his hand on the bed, saying: is where you will sleep, senor; I will sleep with mother in the other room," and with that she turned away and glided out of the room. Yankee Doodle being left alone in the dark, felt around the room unti1 he found a chair. Then he quickly un-

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11111"""':==.==================Y=A=N=K==EE='=D=O=O=D=L=E==W=IT=H==S=C=H=L=E=Y=.======:e============ll==""" dressed, and so spread his wet clothes over it as to permit them to dry quickly, after which he returned to the bed, laid down, and was soon fast asleep The next morning he was awake by daylight, and on getting up found that his clothes were thoroughly dry. He dressed himself, and again laid down on the bed to wait for the mother and daughter to show up. The Cubans are not early risers, unless there is a neces sity to call for it. After lying there an hour or so he heard some one mov ing about in the other room, so he arose and gently knocked on the little door. Marcia promptly appeared and greeted him with a cheerful: "Good morning," followed with the query: "Did you sleep well, senor?" "Si, senorita, very well indeed." "I never slept at all, senor," said she. "Why not?" he a s ked. "Oh, how could I? I was so nervous." "Where is your mother?" "She has gone to the village to get something for break fast; she will soon be here now; but you must stay in that little room, senor, else some of the neighbors or their chil dren will see you." "Very well,'' he laughed; "I don't mind being in jail when I have such a pretty jailer to take care of me." "Ah, Senor Americano! You should not talk that way to a poor girl like me." -"I mean no harm, senorita; but I'll tell you that you are the bravest little girl I ever knew, for not one in ten thou sand would have shown the cool courage that you did last night, and I'm going to tell the commodore of the fleet all about you and the assistance you gave me in finding the Spanish squadron." "But, Senor Americano, if the Spaniards find it out they will have me shot." "I won't let them find it out, senorita, for I will tell no one until after we have destroyed the fleet ancl captUTed Santiago. I'm sure the commodore will reward you for what you have done, for you well deserve it." Jus t then the mother returned with a basketful of pro visions she had bought in the village, and she had scarcely placed the basket on the table ere her neighbors and their children came flocking in to see what she had brought back. Marcia promptly closed the door of the inner room to prevent any of them from discovering the presence of the young American in the hut. Through a small crevice in the frail partition Yankee Doodle could see them all in the other room, and his heart throbbed with the deepest sympathy for them, for every one, old and young, was ravenously hungry. To his great gratifieation, he saw the good woman give away about half of her purchases in order to get rid of her visitors. As soon as the last one had disappeared Marcia opened the door of the little room, while her mother closed the front door, saying as she did so: "Come, senor; we will have breakfast now," and they sat down to the little table, while the mother proceetled to make a pot of coffee. Tlie meal over, Yankee Do9dle again retired: to the little bedroom, where it was absolutely nec essa ry for him to re main during the day if he wished to keep hios presence con cealed from the women and children of the other hut. He fell asleep after a while, and he was not disturbed un til past noon, when rushed into the little room, say ing in a very frightened tone of voice: "Senor, there is a boatload of soldiers coming this way!" "What do you think they are after, senorita?" he asked. "I don't know, senor." "Do they often search the huts?" he asked. "They have done so twice, senor." "Then let me get out to the bushes, if I can do so without being seen." "Come quick, then, eenor," said she, and he sprang up and followed her to the back door of the hut. There was a little open space of perhaps thirty feet be tween the hut and bushes; and he dashed across it at full s peed and disappeared in the bushes beyond. He did not stop to look back, but kept on up the hill until he was sev tral hundred yards away from the hut. Then he stopped and sat down to listen. The woods was very thick all around him, and he could hear nothing but the singing of the birds overhead. Suddenly the thought came to him that if he would fol low the crest of that hill in the direction of the bay he might be able to get a clear view of the entire harbor of Santiago, and at the same time have a chance to see the boat return from which he had just fled. No sooner had the thought occurred to him than he pro ceeded to put it into execution. He reasoned, and quite rightly too, that it could not be more than a mile from where he was to the west shore of the bay; so he pushed on, confident that he would have a chance to see the Spanish fleet by daylight. After an hour of constant tramping and pushing his way through the bu s hes, he began to catch glimpses of Santiago on the hillsides of the eastern shore of the bay. A little farther on and he struck a spot at the foot of a big tree from which he had a bird'seye view of the entire harbor "By George,'' he said, "this is fine. It is a beautiful scene, and one worth all the trouble it cost to see it. Away out there, down the bay on the other side are the forts that defend the entrance to the harbor; there's Smith Key out there; and there lies the Vizcaya. I remember her well, for I saw her when she visited New York before the war broke out; she's a splendid battleship. The others are good ones . too; but they'll all go to the bottom if the commodore can get a fair whack at them." Then he turned and gazed out on the left, and could see a part of the lie of breastwork s which the Spaniards had thrown up to protect the city from attack in the rear. He sat there for a couple of hours, regretting all the time that he had neglected to bring a spyglass with him, as he saw ma!ly things that he could not make out with the nat ural eye. But as the Spanish fleet was much nearer to him than the city, he had no difficulty in counting each battle s hip, cruiser, gunboat and torpedo boat.

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12 YANKEE DOODLE WITH SCHLEY. After he d counted them, he studied each one of the battle ships very minutely in order that he might be able to give a good description of them to the commodore when he returned to the fleet. When he had :finished doing that, he arose to his feet and walked out into a little opening, where he could have been plainly seen from the Spanish ship had anyone turned a spyglass in his direction. It was while standing there that he espied the rowboat filled with Spanish soldiers returning down into the bay. "Ah,'' he said, "they must be the fellows from whom I ran away,'' and he watched the boat for nearly a mile to see if he could find if any of the woinen had been taken away. But at that distance he was unable to satisfy himself about it. bay. Blit you speak Spanish so poorly, senor, that they will soon catch you." "Oh, I wouldn't talk to anybody," he laughed. "Maybe you would have to,'' she returned. "Senora, can you fit me out in an old dress of yours?" he suddenly asked. "Senor, I have but two in the world,'' she replied "Let me have one of them, senora, and I will pay you enough for it to buy you two. Then I will have to hire your boat in which to row across the bay." -"I will row you across, senor,'' said l\1arcia. "My dear senorita,'' said he, turning upon her, "I fear it is too dangerous for you." "I'm not afraid to go with you, Senor Americano." "Well, so be it then, senorita." CI:lAPTER VI. "I guess I'd better stay here,'' said he, "until about an hour before night, and then go back to Marcia and her mother .. I can slip into the hut by the back way. without YANKEE DOODLE IS CAPTURED BY THE SPANIARDs-"rou running any risk of being seen by the children." So he sat TALK LIKE A FOOL." down again at the base of the big tree and gazed out over Yankee Doodle waited in ihe dark in the little bedroom the harbor an hour or two longer. of the Cuban hut until the dress he intended to use was He was looking at one of the battleships, which lay about brought to him .. After trying it on, he found it utterly im iwo miles away from where he sat and saw a little white possible to use it, as he was taller than the woman, and hav puff of smoke come from one of the small guns, and a moing nothing else to help out the disguise in other ways, he mentor two later a three-inch shell came shrieking through was compelled to abandon the idea. the tops of the trees overhead. Then he asked Marcia if her father had a suit of old "Great Scott!" he exclaimed, springing to his feet. "They clothes that he could use. have discovered me, and I must get away from here," and "No, senor,'' she laughed; "all the clothes he has in the wi1h that he ran back into the woods and begpn making his world are on his back." way in the direction of the little hut. "In that case," said he, "he is no better off than I am, Another shell came shrieking through the woods high for all that I have with me are on my back." out on his right, but it didn't hurry his pace, for he could "Aye, senor,'' said she; ''but you have more ehmwhere." hardly go faster than he was going. "So I have,'' he assented; "but they can do me no good It began to grow dark just as he reached the bushes in just now. I guess I'll have to go just as I am the rear of the little group of huts. Parting the bushes on "There are a great many people in Santiago, senor, who the edge of the clearing at the rear of the hut, he saw are dressed very _!UUch as you are." Marcia sitting in the door, as if watching for him. "Then I'll go just as I am, senorita; but I think, though, A bright smile greeted him as he advanced, and she rose that if I had an old hat that would come down well over to her feet, saying: my face no one would be so apt to notice me." "Come in, senor." "I can get you one, senor,'' said she; and she ran out of He entered the little hut, and she closed the door, saythe little hut, and was gone about ten minutes, bringing ing as she did so: with her a wide-brimmed fisherman's hat which had evidently seen much service. She had borrowed it from one "It was well you went away, senor, for the soldiers of the neighbors. searched every house here." "This will do,'' said Yankee Doodle, trying on the hat; "What were they looking for, senorita?" he asked. "I don't think anyone would notice me with this on, even "They did not say, senor, and we dared not ask theni!-'' if I passed well into the light I'm ready to go now if you "Did they make any trouble here?" are." "A soldier struck one of the children,'' she replied, "for "I'm ready, senor,'' she replied; and they were about to getting in his way." leave the hut, when a man quietly slipped in through the "Do you think they were looking for me, senorita?" back door, closing it behind him, and a voice called: "No, senor; I think they were looking to see if any of our "Anita!" men had come home; but if you had been he:re in the hous.: "Oh, it's you, Tomas!" said the mother, and the next mothey would have found you." ment her arms were around his neck. "That's what I knew,'' he laughed, and then he pro-"It is father,'' whispered Marcia to Yankee Doodle, who ceeded to question her and her mother as to whether or not stood there with the girl by his side watching the greeting he couid go to the village and work his way into the city of between husband and wife. Santiago by following the main road. Then Marcia went up to her father and welcomed him "No, senor," said the mother; "the breastworks run right with a kiss, after which she said, speaking rapidly but in a across that road. It will be much safer for you to cross the low tone of voice:

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YANKE]!; DOODLE wrrH SCHLEY. 13 "}'athe r, when you left us at the spring yesterday two Spanish soldier s caught mother and me, and would have abused us, if not murdered us, but for a young Americano, who slew them both and saved us. He is here now," and with that she led him up to Y fill:kee Doodle, saying to the latter: -"This is my father." "Senor Americano," said the Cuban, "I thank you for protecting my wife and daughter, for they are very dear to nm." ''Thank you, senor," said Yankee "I'm glad that I was near enough to rendeT them assistance I was within a few paces of them when you met them at the spTing I saw you leave them, and I followed in time to save them from the two brutal Spaniards. I had seen and heard enough to assure me that you were a Cuban patriot fighting for the republic." "Si, senor, so I am." "Well, senor, as you know, the American fleet is off the entrance to the harbor, and I have come ashore to find out for a c ertainty whether or not the Spanish fleet is here." "It is here, senor,'' said the Cuban . "So it is; I have seen it; and now, before I return to the fleet, I'd like to find out something about the fortifications around the city, as well as the state of affairs within." "That is easy enough to do," said Tomas; "I can show you all around on the outside, but it is very dangerous t o Yenture into the city." "I know that full well, senor,'' replied Yankee Doodle; "and I do not wish to run any unnecessary risks. I was out on the bay last night and was pursued, but your daugh ter had me in her boat and she handled the oars so skilfully that we managed to e cape ." Marcia was listening, and noticed that he made no men tion of his having killed the three men who pursued him. She did not herself know anything about the death of the two men who were s lain on the eastern sli.ore of the bay an houror two earlier. "Marcia handles the oars well, Senor Americanl1," re marked the Cuban, with a bit of fatherly pride. "So she does, senor; better than anyone I ever knew." Then, after further conversat ion, the Cuban suggested to Yankee Doodle that instead of crossing the bay to the city that night he should wait and accompany him to !he in surgent camp early the next morning, and Yankee Doodle finally decided to do so. Tomas informed him that they would have to leave j he house before daylight in order to avoid being seen by Span patrols who were passing to and .fro during the day to a point on the hills w he.re a watch on the fleet was kept. Yankee Doodle then retired to the little Toom, he laid down to sleep until summoned by Tomas himself when he was ready to start It was some time before daylight when Tomas called him, and after partaking of a light breakfast the seno::-a had prepared for them they started out on the journey. The Cw.ban led off, with Yankee Doodle close at his heels, enjoining profound silence until they had passed well be yond the road leading to the watch hill. Then the first word that passed between them, wh:ch was just as the sun was rising, was a question asked by the Cuban: "Senor Americano, will your government an army to Cuba?" "Si, senor,'' replied Yankee Doodle; "they will send brn -one on the north shore, another on the south side, and still another will go to Porto Rico." "Sancti : Maria!" exclaimed the Cuban, wheeling ar.)und and confronting him. "Is that true, senor?"' "Si, senor, it is true. Am61ica will drive Spain out of the West Indies." The old Cuban was electrified with the news. It seemed to renew his strength and raise his spi rits to the highest pitch of enthu siasm "Then Cuba will be free!" he exclaimed. "Si, senor; the President has already said in his procla mation of war that the Cubans alone should govern Cuba." "Come, senor!" exclaimed Tomas, "I must carry the news to my comrades," and he made such rapid progress through the woods that it was only by violent exe rtion that Yankee Doodle was enabled to keep up with hi:QJ.. By and by they struck a road that passed behind the vil lage of Caimenes, and they followed that for a c011plc of hours until they came acros some of the scouts of the in surgent force encamped still farther out in that direction. A little later Yankee Doodle reported to a Cuban officer, to whom he explained his mission. "I am very glad to see you," said the officer, "and will do what I can to enable you to gather the information you are in search of. I can tell you this much, though, that Gen eral Pando is strengthening the fortifications around San tiago as rapidly as possible, and if' the attack is delayed much longer it will require a big army to capture the city." "That is what I wish to find out," said Yankee Doodle. "The fleet now at the mouth of the harbor can take care of Morro Castle and all the forts on the hills thereabouts, and destroy Cervera's fleet if he undertakes to go out." The Cuban officer then sent him to the headquarters of: the CuMn force, some three or four miles farther on, where the general lost no time in furnishing him with an escort to accompany him all along the entire front of the Spanish fortifications. Yankee Doodle found that strong earthworks extending for several miles completely encircled the city, from the bay on the north side clear around to the down on the seashore He also found about three thousand insurgents scattc..:11 along the front, establishing a thorough blockade, thus cui ting off supplies to the city from the country. The entire day was spent in gathering this information, and when night came on Yankee Doodle was very tired. He slept at the headquarters, and was made quite com fortable, considering the circumstances In conversation with the officers at the general's head quarters, Yankee Doodle carefully avoided letting anyone know that he was the youth whom the Cubans on the north side knew by the name of "Yankee Doodle,'' as he did not wish to let the Spaniards know that he was with Schley's fleet, for he knew that special orders had been given by

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14 YANKEE DOODLE WITH SCHLEY. Blanco for his capture So he left the headquarters of the insurgent forces without letting anyone know his identity. With a party of half a dozen Cubans he was making his way to the outpost on the extreme right of the Cuban line of operations, where he expected to meet the old Cuban Tomas and accompany him back to the la tter's home some time during the night. They were moving quietly along the road when they heard the sound of a party of horsemen some little distance in advance of them, whom they at once took to-be Cuban scouts returning. When they came in sight, not more than fifty yards away, round a bend in the road, they were thunderstruck at find ing themselves face to face with a squadron of Spani,;;11 cavalry. They instantly broke for cover, but about there the forest was not so dense as to afford them the shelter it otherwise would have done, and almost instantly they found them selves entirely surrounded by the Spaniards. Seeing no chance of escape, Yankee Doodle resolved to sell his life as dearly as possible; so he drew his revolver, backed up against a tree and began firing. His aim was deadly, and in less than five seconds' time three cavalrymen hp.d tumbled out of their saddles. Then they began firing at him, whereupon be boldly ad vanced toward nearly a dozen of them with a revolver in each hand, firing right and left, and five more Spaniards tumbled from their saddles. A rush frQm behind by some Spaniards who had dis mounted overpowered him; he was hurled to the ground and made a prisoner without having received any injury other than the rough usage necessary to his capture. "You are Americano," sung out a Spanish captain "So I am, captain." ''What are you doing here?" the officer demanded. "Fighting Spain," was the bold reply. "Well, then, you have fought your last fight," exclaimed the captain. "If I have, I hope I've done well," was his quiet reply, looking around at the men whom his deadly "aim had knocked out of their saddles "Caramba!" exclaimed the officer in a rage; "you shall die for this!" "Well, what of that, senor captain? an American soldier is not afrai<:J. to die." "Neither are Spaniards," retorted the captain. "Very true, captain, the Spaniards are brave enough." "Whose command do you belong to?" the captain asked. "I'm with General Garcia's command at the present time." "Where is General Garcia?" "Excuse me, captain; I can give you no information." The Cubans who had been captured with him took their cue from him, and would answer no questions. One of their number, however, was recognized by_ the Spaniards as one whom they had been ordered repeatedly to catch, and shoot without delay, as he had been very successful in repeatedly running the blockade, and thus entering the city as a spy in
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YANKEE DOODLE WITH SCHLEY. 15 ''Who are you?" "I'm simply an American youth, major,'' was the reply. "Do you belong to the insurgent command?" the major asked. "No,'' was the reply. "I belong to the American fleet." "What are you doing liere then?" inquired the major. "I was sent on shore by the commodore to communicate with the officers of the Cuban army." "Are you in the United States service?" was the next question. "I major, and therefore a prisoner of war." "The guards say that you are a spy," said the major. Yankee Doodle looked at him and l aughed, saying : I was captured a couple of miles back there, outside 0 your lines, major, and I believe these breastworks are at present the line of your army. If you choose to treat me as a spy, you will assume a very great risk, because you will find the United States much better able to retaliate than the Cuban forces are." "That is a question for a court-martial to decide,'' said the major. "Oh, yes,'' laughed Yankee Doodle; "we have court -mar tials occasionally too." 'l'he major was quite taken with the cool nonchalance of the young American, and accompanied him to the head quarters of General Lenares. The general at once pro ceeded to ask the prisoner a great many questions about the American fleet. "Oh, I don't mind telling you, general,'' laughed Yan kee Doodle, "all about our fleet out there at the mouth of the harbor, for Admiral Sampson and Commodore Schley are amply able to take care of the water front. "Oh, you think that, do you?" said the general. I not only think so," he laugh ed, "but every man on board the fleet knows so, for we have the Spanish fleet bot tled up so that it can't get away, and we al'e going to take our time about capturing or destroying it." The Spanish general and his staff lau ghed heartily at the frank confidence of the youth, and continued to ply him with questions. "Where is the American army?" one of them asked. "One of them is on the way to Santiago,'' he replied, "thirty thousand strong." The genera l seemed incredulous, but coolly asked: "What time are they expected to arrive?" "Excuse me, General," he laughed, "that would be tell ing; and I'm not here to tell you anything that our side don't want you to know." "I don't think you know much about it,'' retorted the general. "Then what are you quizzing me so for?" Yankee Doodl e asked him. "Simply to find out how much you do know." ''Well, let me tell you, General: I don't think that Spain bas a corkscrew big enough to pull anything out of me that I don't wish to give up." "How about pulling your lif e out of you?" he was asked. "Oh, we all under stand that,'' he replied. "That i s something we expect from savages all over the world." "Oh, you consider Spaniards savages, eh?" Yankee Doodle simp ly laughed-in a boyish kind of a way that was really tantalizing, but made no other answer He was sent away under guard down into the heart of the city, and as he marched along through the streets he saw a great deal of the city that he really wished to see. He could see the fleet as it lay at anchor in the harbor and other vessels alongside of the wharves. Hundreds and hundreds of soldi ers were strolling about the town; but it was the populace-and pa1ticularly the black women-wh() sung out on seeing him: "Kill the Americano !" "Shoot the American pig!" "Cut him down!" The guard was sufficiently strong to protect him, and i.n a littl e while he was landed safely within an old fortress at the lower end of the city, where he was placed in a cell by himself. "Well,'' said Yankee Doodle, when he found himself alone in a Spanish prison, "they've got me at last, and they may shoot me; but if I show the white feather when I face their rifle s I hope I may be kicked out of heav en It's just as easy to show a bold front as it is to weaken, and if I've got to die, I'll die game; but it is confoundedly vexing to be gobbled up this way just as the war is beginning to warm up." He had been several hours in the prison when the door was opened and two Spanish officers entered, one of whom seemed to be of high rank. He asked him his name, which he gave, but did not mention "Yankee Doodle" at all; am1 in reply to questions said he had come ashore to communi cate with the Cuban forces. "Were you sent on shore by any officer?" "I was,'' he frankly admitted; "I went straight to the headquarters of the Cuban army, and was on my way back when I was captured." After putting a good many more questions to him, the two officers went away and his cell door was again and he remained there in solit ary confinement for three days, seeing no one save the jailer who brought his food t<> him. During that three days he often heard the great guns of che fort exchanging shots with the fleet some miles down below the city, but he was unable to form any idea of what was going on by the number of shots that he heard. Finally his cell door was opened and an officer entered, who ordered him to immediately follow him out. Outside was found a file of soldiers. It was night, and judging from the lack of lights in the houses in sight, he surmised that it was midnight or later. The soldiers immediately surrounded him and marched him through several of the dark streets of the city. In passing through some parts of the city the street was very dark, and Yankee Doodle looked-about him in the hope of being able to find some spot where, und e r the cover of darkness, he could bolt away and take the chances of being hit by a bullet from the guard. At last he recognized a spot wllere he had been a few nights before with Senorita. Marcia, when they both hid behind an old ruined wall. They were carrying him past that place, and then he knew that theJ:_Fere going in the I

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16 YANKEE DOODLE WITH SCHLEY. direction of the fortifications do0wn near the mouth of the harbor He was in great doubt as to why he was being sent there, and he became half suspicious that he was being taken there for a military execution, as the prison from which he had just been taken was strong enough to hold him, if safety was what was required. They passed the old wall, and then Yankee Doodle re membered that as he sat on the high hill on the west side of the bay a few days before gazing at the Spanish fleet as it lay at anchor in the harbor, he remembered seeing a road near the water's edge leading down to the fort at the en trance to the harbor. He was on that road now going in that direction "Now, my boy," he thought to himself, "whep. we get down to where the channel is narrow, and the chance occurs for you to so do, plunge into the water and take the chances of the bullets striking you. These fellows may not be able to shoot any better than a woman can throw a stone. I think they mean to shoot me in the morning. any how, so I guess that there will be a little more satisfaction in being shot while trying to escape He kept that idea in his mind all the way down, and by and by they reached a point where he knew the channel \\'as not more than three or four hundred yards wide. Watching for his opportunity when he could make a good dash for the water, he soon found it. that place the road was within fifty feet of the water's edge. At the proper moment he made a quick dash, and had actually struck the water ere the astonished guards thought to fire. Then every one of them blazed away in the direction of the splash, and several bullets whizzed so close by him that one of them cut a scrap of hair from his head, while another knocked his hat off, which went floating seaward with the current. He struck out boldly for the opposite shore, and the Spaniards behind him kept firing in the dark, while the officer in command made the air sulphurous with his pro fanity. There were no boats in which he could be pursued, so the officers and guards yelled at the tops of their voices for one of the warships to turn its flashlight down the channel. Luckily for Yankee Doodle, the nearest warship was more than two miles away, so he chuckled quietly to him self and continued swimming with all his might The current was quite strong, so that his course, instead of being straight, was turned diagonally from the po.int he wished to make. He was soon out of sight of the shore he had left, and yet could not see the shore he was making for Hence he nti.turally followed the current, and for more than an hour he pulled with steady strokes, all the while listening and 1ratching. "By George," he said to himself, "I must be going wrong, for I know that the channel where I entered the water was not more than three or fom hundred yards wide, and yet I know I've been swimming more than a mile. I must bear off to the right, for the guards are out on my left," and he turned in that direction, and kept it up for some twenty minutes or more Then the shore loomed up in sight "Ah, I'm safe now," he muttered, swimming forwar d very much relieved Objects on shore seemed to loom up quickly, and in another moment he was horrified at finding himself directly in front of the shore batteries, for he could see the form of a sentinel marching back and forth on the parapet "Oh, no," he muttered to himself; "not this place, but some other place," and he turned and continued down the channel, taking particular care to make no splash in the water, lest it be heard by the sentinel. Suddenly he ran against a plank or piece of timber he knew not which He caught hold of it, and found that it was a piece of timber a foot wide and some three inches thick, and feeling along the length of it with his hands, he found that it was anchored to something by a small rope. "This must be a long piece of timber,'' he thought, "and I guess it'll do me for a buoy." So he took his pocket knife, severed the rope that held the plank, and it floated away on the current with him. "It's lucky for me," he muttered, "that the tide is going out; and it'll be lucky also if this plank will take me out to the fleet. It's my only chance, and I'm going to cling to it." He lay fiat on the plank, using both hands to guide it, so that it would not get too close to the shore on his right, and thus managed to keep almost out of sight of the shore batteries. Several times he was near enough to hear voices in con versation on his right. "If daylight should come before I've passed old Morro," he said to himself, "I'm a goner, because they can pick me up." E'ut one, two and three hours passeu, and the stars were still shimmering overhead; but away out in front of him, some four or five miles away, he could see the lights of the American fleet. "Ah,'' he says, "there they are; I must be outside the channel, and I don't know whether the tide will push me on toward them or not," so he clung to the plank with a dogged pertinacity. Suddenly a flashlight from one of the ships swept over the surface of the water, and soon he was within the circle of the light. He raised himself up on the plank as high as he could, and, not having ariy hat to wave, he took his wet pocket handkerchief and waved it wildly above his head His signal was evidently seen on board the ship, for the light was held steadily on him, as if to give the officers fl chance to investigate him. Suddenly a shot was fired from one of the forts behind him, and a shell went shrieking some fifty feet over his head. "Oh, hello!" he said; "they have seen me from the shore, but they can't hit anybody." "Boom!" came another shot, and a shell splashed the water off on his right, ricochetting over the surface into the darkness beyond. "Confound it!" he exclaimed, "are they going to hokl a light for the Spaniarus to shoot at me?"

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YANKEE DOODLE tvITH SCHLEY. 17 Then a third shot came, and the shell whistled so closely ove:r his head that he felt the wind of it. "Well, shoot me for a seagull!" he exclaimed; "if I don't believe they are trying to let the Spaniards sink me," and he again waved the wet handkerchief above his head. Suddenly he heard the puffing of a steamer a little off to his right, and he waited quietly for developments, not knowing whether it was friend or foe. "Ahoy, there!" came a voice out of the darkness at his right in good old-fashioned United States English. I "Ahoy yourself! Why don't you pick me up?" he sung out. "What are you doing out there?" came back. "Trying to keep afloat till you pick me up,'' he replieu; "ask me some more blame fool questions." He heard a laugh, followed by the lowering of a boat, and he knew that he would be picked up. CHAPTER IX. THE BOMBARDMENT-YANKEE DOODLE HEADS OFF A SPANISH TORPEDO BOAT. As Yankee Doodle lay on the plank waiting for the ap pearance of the boat he noticed signals passing from aves sel a short distance from him, which were answered by the one from which the flashlight came, and in a few momenta the light went out and he was left in the dark. "Well, I'm glad they doused that glim,'' he said to him self, and then he sung out: "Hurry up with that boat, for the sharks are worse than the Spaniards!" "Aye, aye, sir,'' came a voice; "we are coming,'' and a few moments later he saw a rowboat filled with marines a few fathoms away from him. "Here, this way!" he sung out, and the boat turned and came alongside him. "Give me a hand here," he said, and in another moment he was pulled into the boat. "Who are you, sir?" he was asked by one of the boat's crew. "I'm an American b .oy from Santiago,'' he replied. "I didn't know there were any in there,'' said the other. "I guess there isn't now,'' he answered. The men bent to the oars, and after some :fifteen or twenty minutes they were alongside a gunboat. He was lifted on deck, where the captain met him, who exclaimed: "Bless my soul, it's Yankee Doodle!" "Yes," was the reply; "I am the boy that some ship out there in the fieet held a light that the Spaniards migbt see how to shoot." "That light came from the New York,'' said the captain, "and it was to enable me to find you." "It set me up as a target for the Spaniards too." "Oh, well," laughed the captain, "they can't hit any thing." "What difference does that make,'' Yankee Doodle asked, "whether a shell hits him or scares him to death?" "Scare your grandmother!" exclaimed the captain. "They can't scare anybody on board this fleet." "That's all right, captain, only I wasn't on board thP fleet. I 'as out there on a plank with a whole drove of sharks poking their noses at me and splashing water in my face with their tails." ''Were there really any sharks?" the captain asked. "Plenty of them," was the reply; "and I had to lie flat on the plank so they couldn't swallow me without swallow ing that too." "See here, my boy, are you guying me?" the captain laughed. "Well, if you don't believe me, just jump overboard there; I'll bet I towed every shark in the harbor out to sea, and they are the worst puzzled lot of fish since the whale swal lowed Jonah. You remember that story, don't you, cap tain?" The captain and the men about him roared with laugh ter. Signals were flashed to the flagship from the gunboat, conveying to the commodore that Yankee Doodle had been picked up on a plank on which he had come out of the har bor of Santiago. "Send him aboard at once," was the order fl.ashed back from the flagship, and the gunboat immediately turned and steamed in that direction. Half an hour later Yankee Doodle was landed on the deck and cordially welcomed by the commodore and all the officers. "Glad to see you, Yankee Doodle,'' exclaimeO. the com modore as he grasped his hand; "why didn't you signal for a boat instead of coming out on a plank?" "I didn't have any flashlight to signal with; besides when I started on the plank I was where you couldn't have seen my signal." The commodore led him into his cabin, followed by the captain and the lieutenant, where he asked him: "Did you see the Spanish fleet?'' 1 "I did, sir; it is in there riding quietly at anchor." "Did you see it yourself?" "Aye, sir; l;Joth in daytime and at night." "Thank you, my boy; you have solved the problem. Now go to your quarters, put on some dry clothes, and then come back and tell us the story of your adventures "Thank you, commodore. I'm as empty inside as a whis key bottle after it has passed around the board; so if you can let the steward know, maybe I can fill up and be strong enough to tell you what I've found out "There'll be plenty of grub for you when you changed your clothes," laughed the captain. It didn't take him long to make change, and a few minutes after he had done so he sat down to the first square meal that had confronted him since he went ashore from the gunboat. When he had fully satisfied his hunger, he again repaireJ to the commodore's quarters, where for more than two hours he entertained the officers of the ship with a recital cf his adventures on shore. They listened with more interest to his story than to any they had ever heard before in their lives. He made no at tempt at embellishment, but confined himself to the strict-

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18 YANKEE DOODLE WI'l'H SCHLEY. truth in plain, simple language, and when he had :finished the commodore grasped his hand, as he did so: "My boy, you have performed the most heroic feat so far in this war, and I congratulate you upon it. You have solved the vexed question concerning the Spanish fleet, and now we shall know what to do." "Thank you, commodore. I hope that that little Cuban girl will not be forgotten, for she deserves a gold medal if ever anyone in the world did." "So she does, my boy," returned the commodore, "and I will see that she is duly rewarded:" Then he plied the youth with many questions concern ing the fortifications in the rear of the city, as well as those inside the harbor just behind Morro Castle and La Socapa Feeling very much exhausted, Yankee Doodle retired to his quarters and was soon sound asleep. He awoke the next morn;ng to tlnd Jie nost talked-of individual in the entire fleet The news of his adventures had gone from ship to ship, and the crews were cheering his name every time it was mentioned Soon after breakfa s t he>vent into the conning tower of the flagship with the commodore and pointed out to him where certain batteries were whose positions could not be seen from the de_ ck of the ship. As the result of his discoveries on shore Commodo1e Schley lost no time in communicating with the govern ment at Washington, and stating to the Secretary of the Navy that he had positive information that Cervera's fleet was in the harbor at Santiago The government imme diately cabled the information to Rear Admiral Sampson, who at once proceeded to join the commodore's Flying Squadron for the pUJpos e of commencing operations against the forts and batteries at the mouth of the harbor It wag finally decided on a bombardment in order to test the skill of the Spanish gunners, as well as unmask some batter.ies along the s hore. The bombardment was to be gin the next day, and when the time set for it arrived Yan kee Dood1e was alongside of the commodore on the bridge of the Brooklyn. The other ironclads of the fleet were to follow the flagship as it sailed past the mouth of the harbor and deliver their broadsides in succession He was standing by the commodore's side when the first shot was fired from one of the great 13-inch guns. It made a frightful roar, and the mountains back of Santiago, rising some seven or eight thousand feet above the level of the sea, echoed the report from peak to peak, as if trying to send it along the entire length of the island. Then another thirteen-inch gun broke loose, and Yankee Doodle saw the shell strike against the face of the wall that crowned the heights to the right of the entrance of the harbor, tearing a great gap and sending huge stones flying high in the air. "That was a good one,'' he exclaimed. "A few more it will tear that wall away." Two more shots from the flagship, au.d the majestic vessel passed on to give way to the Iowa under "Fighting Bob Evans As she passed out from behind the dense cloud of powder smoke, Yankee Doodle caught a glimpse of a Span ish armored ship which had come down into the channel to assist the land batteries "Ah, there's the Christobel Colon, commodore he c ri e d pointing to the Spanish ship. "Are you sure that is the Cristobal Colon?" the commo dore asked. "Aye, sir; I know every ship in that fleet at sight." The commodore immediately signaled to the Iowa to pay her respects to the Spanish warship, and in less than a couple of minutes a great thirteen-inch shell from the Iowa went shrieking and howling through the air at the Spaniard It struck him a terrific b low and glanced off. "Good! Good!" exclaimed the commodore, who saw the shot from the deck of the flagship. The Iowa's second shot exploded almost under the bow of the Colon Then the battleship, circling around, gave way to the one following; and so the terrific bombardment went on-each vessel passing in front of the forts and delivering her broadside in succession. When the flagship came aroup.d again the commodore ordered the gunners to aim at the Cristobal Colon, which they promptly did, making it so hot for the Spaniard that she was forced to withdraw rrhen the vessels of the American fleet turned their guns on Morro and the other forts and batteries along shore One of the forts, which was a fairer target than any of the others, was soon knocked to pieces and every gun silenced. But grim old Morro and the guns of La Socapa kept up the fire with a bulldog pertinacity; yet it was plainly to be seen from the deck of the ship that the American gunners were doing frightful execution. During the bombardment a number of batteries were un masked, much to the commodore's satisfaction; and soon after he ordered the firing to cease As the Iowa circled around and got out of the clouds of f:1moke that obscured the vision in front of the fort, "Fight ing Bob Evans" seized a megaphone and sung out to the commodore, more than half a mile away: "The Spaniards didn't hit a d n thing but the ocean; and they hit that because they couldn't miss it. On investigation i t was ascertained that not a man had been hurt on the American fleet, nor had any damage been done to any of the ships. The constant moving of the American ships while firing disconcerted the aim of the Spanish gunners, while the American gunners were trained to fire while the ship was in motion; hence the qeadly effect of the i r fire. Of course it could not be ascertained what the losses of the Spaniards were, but the damage to their works could plainly be seen from the decks of the fleet During the fight Yankee Doodle had nothing to do but to accompany the commodore wherever he went and watch ing the fight as it progressed But as soon as it was ended he had an desire to again go asho r e and find out the effects of the bombardment, and he suggested to the commodore that he be permitted to do so. "That wouJd be an unnecessary risk, my boy,'' said the commodore. I hard l y think they can catch me again, sir,'' replied Yankee Doodle "Maybe not, but the risk is u nnecessary,'' and Yankee Doodle saw that it was use less to push the request at that time, and so he desisted But later in the day he suggested

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YANKEE DOODLE WITH SCHLEY. 19 i t to the captain of the flagship, who shook his head and re m arked: "The Spaniards will give you credit for this bombard ment, as it followed so closely after your escape from them, and if they get you in their clutches again they will dispose of you with very little ceremony. There is nothing to be gained by such a perilous adventure, hence I don't believe the commodore would consent to it." Night came on, and the fleet spread out in front of the entrance to the harbor, keeping their flashlights flashing n every direction, so that nothing could pass out without being seen. It was a little before midnight when Yankee Doodle took a stroll on deck of the flagship just before retiring and was scanning the shore with a spyglass. Suddenly he espied, moving along close to the shore, a dark object not unlike a huge log in the water. It was moving too fast, though, to be a log; hence his suspicion was aroused. Just at that moment the light flashed off in another di rection, and the dark object he had noticed could no longer be seen "I'll bet my rations for a month,'' he said to himself, "that it is a Spanish torpedo boat making for that ship out there,'' and he made a clash for the captain's quarters, which officer he startled with the exclamation: "Captain, a Spanish torpedo boat is creeping up on the Texas, and I don't believe they have seen her!" "Good heavens!" exclaimed the captain, springing to feet and hurrying to the bridge, with Yankee Doodle close behind him. "Which way was it?" he hurriedly asked. "Close under the shore out there, sir; if you turn the light you can see it. The captain instantly ordered the light turned in that direction, ancl when it was done he espied dark object which had struck Yankee Doodle's attention. He recog nized it as a torpedo boat. He instantly signaled the officers of the Texas: "Smash that torpedo boat between you and the shore." Instantly the light from the Texas flashed along thr shore and the torpedo boat was sighted. The next moment every gun on that side of the huge battleship broke loose, sending an iron storm in the direction of the little craft. CHAPTER X. SENORITA MARCIA'S MISSION-Y.A.NKEE DOODLE GOES .A.SHORE AG.A.IN. Scarcely had the roar of the guns of the Texas died away ere a volley burst from one of the ships beyond her. Water was splashed all over the little torpedo craft; but when she was seen again through the cloud of smoke she was making straight for the Texas at full speed The Texas presented a fair mark, as she was lying broad side to her, and a feeling of fear crept into the heart o.f many an officer as he watched the fight. As quickly as possible the Texas opened on the torpedo boat with every gun she could b]:ing to bear, but the craft was so small that not a shot touched it, and hacl not the Spaniard's heart failed him he might have sent the great battle hip to the bottom. As it was, when within five hundred yards of .. boat made a sharp turn and ran for the harbor again at her top speed, without having discharged a torpedo. Everybody on board the fleet drew a breath of relief; the shells flew thick and fast about the little craft, yet it escaped unharmed. Yankee Doodle was standing by the side of the captain of the flagship, an eye-witness of the whole pro c eeding. The officer turned to him with the remark: "You see how necessary it is to keep a strict watch, my boy, for if you had not discovered that torpedo boat the Texas would probably have gone to the bottom." "And I wasn't on watch, either,'' laughed Yankee Doo dle; "all the same those fellows on the Texas owe me a treat." "The whole United States owes you one," said the cap tain, "and I'm going to let them know it." Yankee Doodle laughed, bade the captain good-night and retired to his quarters. The captain signaled to the Texas a flashlight that they were indebted to Yankee Doodle for the timely discovery of the torpedo boat. "Send him over here," came back from the Texas, "and we'll make it lively for him for a while "Re has just retired," flashed back the captain. "Kindly tender our thanks to him before he goes to sleep," and the captain took the trouble to go to Yankee Doodle's quarters and tell him what the captain of the Texas had said. "Much obliged to you, said he; ''I feel good over it. Early the next morning Yankee Doodle was pacing the deck of the flagship, when the commodore approached him, laid a hand on his shoulder, with the remark: "vVe owe you a great debt, my boy." "Thank you, commodore; I'm very glad to get a chance to have a hand in this thing, as I don't belong to the fleet, you know." "Indeed, my dear boy, you belong to both the army and the navy: if I had a gunboat without a commander, I'd give it to you." "Jerusalem, commodore!" Yankee Doodle exclaimed; "if I had a little torpedo boat I'd slip through that channel out there on some dark night and send one of thos e Spanish war s hips to the bottom." "Do you think you could do it?" the commodo r e a s ked. "I'd try it, anyhow,'' was the reply. "If I had a balloon I'd sail over there and drop some dynamite on them." The commodore laughed and remarked: "Balloons don't always go the way you want the m to." "N" either does a man on foot," replied Yankee Doodle, "as I found on my trip on shore. But I'd try i t -all the same "I believe you would," said the commodore, smiling. "You can bet all the guns on this ship I would." The Texas was lying off about half a mile from the flag ship while the commodore was talking with Y21nkee Doodle on deck, when a voice through a megaphone came over the waters: "Is Yankee Doodle on board there?" One of the lieutenants of the flagship snatched up a megaphone and replied: I '.-.,. I \ .;.,. le:'

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20 YANKEE DOODLE \vTl'H SCHLEY. .. Yes; here he is," and he took Yankee Doodle by the arm, so that he could be seen from the deck of the Texas. "The battleship Texas wishes to salute him," and ute or so later.the salute was given by dipping the flag. Yankee Doodle blushed like a schoolgirl, and exclaimed: "What in thunder can I say to that, lieutenant?" "Here, take this megaphone," was the reply, "and thank the captain." Yankee Doodle took the megaphone and placed it to his lips: "I thank you, captain, from the bottom of my heart. Give every man on board a glass of grog and charge it to Uncle Sam." The lieutenant roared with laughter, as did the commo dore, who was standing back a few paces, and in a moment the answer came back from the captain of the Texas: "I'll do it, my boy, and all hands shall drink to your health." "By George!" exclaimed Yankee Doodle, "I wish I was over there to get some of it myself." "Come to my quarters," said the lieutenant; "I've got something better than they will get over there," and he led the way to his quarters, followed by Yankee Doodle, where he took a small bottle of wine from his chest, opened it, and the two took a drink together. "I'm not in the habit of drinking,'' said Yankee Doodle, "but I guess that'll do me good after the soaking I got in the water last night." The public recognition of his services by the captain 0 the big battleship was very gratifying to Yankee Doodle, and he felt good over it all day. In the middle of the afternoon a gunboat was sent cruis ing along the shore to the west on the lookout for Spanish batteries, and Yankee Doodle, who was well acquainted with the captain, requested permission to go with him. As he had no assignment, permission was granted, and he was very promptly transferred to the gunboat. It was the same one which put him ashore when he made his trip to Santia go, and he and the captain had an extremely pleasant hour talking over the adventures of his trip. While they were sitting on the deck conversing Yankee Doodle kept his eye on the crest of the hills looking for the Spanish outlook which he found when he was up there him self. He sawan opening where a few trees had been cut away, and asked the captain for his spyglass. After gazing for a minute or two, he recognized the spot, and told the captain what it was. The captain himself took a look at it, and remarked: "I see half a dozen soldiers there now; I'll send a shell up that way just to see them scamper/' so he turned to the gunner, pointed the spot out to him, and told him to do his .1 best to drop a shell right there. The gunner was one of the most skilful in the fleet. Ile sighted the gun very c eliberately, and then sent a four-inch shell in that direction. The shell exploded right in the lit tle opening, and instantly every Spaniard disappeared like mice scampering for their holes on the appearance of a cat. "By George!" exclaimed Yankee Doodle; "that's the fineest shot I ever saw. It must have knocked &ome of tho e fellows over." The captain was highly gratified at the excellent shot, but did not send another one after it. "There's a signal from the shore out there," said one of the men to the captain "Where?" the captain asked. "In those bushes out there, sir," responded the marine, pointing shoreward, and as the captain gazed in that direc tion he saw something that looked like a handkerchief wav ing in a clump of bushes. He instantly ordered a boat to be lowered, and a dozen of marines tumbled into it. Yankee Doodle leaped in too, and the boat pulled for the spot, which w ;as about a quarter of a mile east of where he had landed himself a few days before. There was a lieutenant in the boat, who, apprehensive of treachery, ordered the marines who were not handling the oars to be in readiness for trouble The boat struck the sand of the beach, and at the same instant a young girl stepped out of the bushes and approached it, with a very frightened look on her face. "Senor Americano!" she cried, speaking very rapidly in Spanish, "I wanted to tell you that a foung Americano-" "Hello, Marcia!" exclaimed Yankee Doodle, springing up and leaping out of the boat. "Is it you? I'm so glad to see you "Oh, senor!" she cried, her whole face lighting up with an expression of joy as she ran to meet him. "I came to tell them that the Spaniards had caught you, and I am so glad to see you. How did you get away?" Yankee Doodle caught both her hands in his, shook them warmly and pressed them to his lips, saying: "They kept me three days, senorita, and then I made my escape from them in the night." "I'm so glad!" she exclaimed again. "I thought your people. didn't know what had become of you, and I came here to let them know By that time the lieutenant had left the boat and joined him. "Lieutenant,'' said Yankee Doodle, "this is Mai1Cia, the brave. little girl who made it easy for me to find the Spanish fleet in the harbor of Santiago.'' The lieutenant greeted her cordially and told her how grateful all the officers of the fleet felt for the services she had rendered the cause "See here, Marcia," said Yankee Doodle, looking up at the sun, "it is utterly impossible for you to return to your home before night, and equally impossible for you to travel through the woods in the dark. Let me persuade you to come on board the ship and stay there until morning, when we will put you on shore again, after treating you like a queen." "Oh, senor," she replied, "my mother would be so trou bled about me. I'm not afraid of the dark, and I can soon return home, now that I have seen you alive and well." "I know that very well, senorita," he replied; "you are not afraid of the dark, and I know, too, that your mother would be much worried about you; but it is exceedingly

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YANKEE DOODLE WITH SCHLEY. 21 dangerous for you to go alone. If you will not come on board the ship, I will go back with you myself." "Oh, senor, that would be too dang e rou s for you "I care nothing for the danger,'' said he; and then, t urn in g to the lieutenant, he asked: ''Lieutenant, do you think the captain would let me hav e a dozen men to go ashore with me?" "I don't think he would,'' was the reply, "as nothing is to be gained by it, and the risk is very .Feat." "Then I'll go by myself," and he s hook hands with the lieutenant, telling him that he would make sig nal s from somewhere in that vicinity the next day or the day after, and with that he turned with the girl and disappeared in the woods that so densely covered the hills. "Which way did you come, senorita?" he asked of the girl when they reached the top of the hill. "I came down by the Caimenez road, senor." "And where i s that?" he asked. "Out that way, seno r,'' and s he pointed off toward the lef t as she spoke "Well, let's get into it, then," he advised, "for we can travel a great deal faster that way than in these woods." The girl walked along briskly through the wood s for about half a mile and then struck the road. It was a typi cal C uban road-what would be call ed in the Uniteil Sta tes a cowpath-but it l ed straight on toward the village oI Caimenez, and gave them a chance to t r avel much faster than they co11ld have done in the woods. "Is there any danger of meeting Spaniards on this road?" he asked. "No, senor; the Spanish soldiers are all in Santiago, as they are looking every hour for another fight." "Very good; then we can go fast," and hand in hand they walked briskly in the direction. of the village On lh e way she told him how grieved she and h er mother were when her father came home and told them of his capt me. In r eturn, he related to h er the story of his escape from the Spanish and of the bombardment of the forts bj the fleet. They came in sight af the village of Caimenez ju st a$ the shadows of night were falling about them; but she l'Ilew every foot of the ground, they had no troub l e in mak. in g good speed toward the little home down by the water's edge. Marcia's mother was very much astonished at seeing the young American return with her dau g hter. She was li s tening to the story of his escape when her husband entered the little hut. His astoni s hment at finding Yankee Doodl e there was even greater than hers,a s he fully be li eved that the Spaniards would shoot him as a spy. For the third time Yankee Doodle had to tell the story of his escape; and then the Cuban had a story of his own to te ll, of how, on that very evening, he narrowly escaped being captured by the same company of Spaniards "Where are they?" Yankee Doodle a s ked. "They are in camp just beyond Caimenez, senor." "Is that fellow Durando in command?" "Si, senor; I saw him." "How many men are with him?" "Only about sixty men, I believe, as part of his men have gone off somewhere else." "Now, see here, .Amigo, are there any Cubans anywhere near them?" "Si, senor; three miles away there's a camp of one hundred and fifty men." "Are they well armed?" "They have guns and ma c hetes, senor." Well, if I can get seventy-five or a hundred men to go with me, I can capture Dura ndo and avenge the death of the man he s hot the day I was captured Do you think I could get them to stand by me?" "Si, senor; they would be glad to fight with the .Ameri canos." "Come, then, let' s hurry away and see them at once." In less than five minutes ankee Doodle was following the old Cuban through the woods in the direction of the village. They traveled fast, for Toma s knew every foot of the ground and made no blunders on the way They passed the village, leaving it on their right, and hurried away in the direction of the Cuban canip, w hi ch place they reached within an hour and a half after l eaving the little hut. At l east one-half the men in the camp knew Toma s personally. When he told them that Yankee Doodl e was from the American fleet who wanted assistance to capture Cap tain Durando 's command, they'were all eager to help him do so. The Cuban officer in command told him that he woula go with him and render all the assistance he could. "Come on, then,'' said Yankee Doodle; "I want a chance at that fellow Durando,'' and in less than half an hour from the time he entered the camp they were on the march with about one hundred men. On the way Yankee Doodle explained that it was. abso lutely necessary to surprise the Spaniards and attack them unawares. CHAPTER XI. RETALIATION-DEATH OF CAPTAIN D URANDO-YANKEE DOODLE IS ESCOUTED TO THE SEASHORE. The party of Cubans pressed on in the direction of the Spanish camp, led by guides who knew all the ground; and. when they came within sight of the camp fire Yankee Doodle suggeste d that they go around and get betwe en them and the village, explaining to the Cuban officer that the Spaniards would not expect a force from that direction un der any circumstances The move was promptly made, and soon the party of pa triots were on the roacl betw een the Spaniards and the vil lage. Yankee Doodle divided them into two companies-one commanded b y the Cuban captain and the other by himself. They were to divide and strike the camp on two 5idc ; when they should get within striking distance. They were then within half a mile of the Spani s h cavalry, when they heard the patter of hor ses' hoof s on the road in the direction of the village coming toward them. Yankee Doodle promptly ordered his men into the bushes

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22 YANKEE DOODLE WITH SCHLEY. and waited to see who the newcomers were. A half-dozen horsemen soon appeared in sight, and at the word of command Yankee Doodle sprang out into the middle of the road and ordered them to halt. The next instant the road swarmed with Cubans, and the horsemen were taken completely by surprise. Seeing that resistance was utterly useless, they very promptly surrendered. Yankee Doodle immediately placeJ them under a strong guard, and was about to resume the march to attack the camp, when the old Cuban, Tomacl, rushed to his side, clutched his arm, and excitedly whispered: "Senor, Captain Durando is among those prisoneh. "The deuce he is!" exclaimed Yankee Doodle; "are you sure of that?" "Si, senor; come and see," and in his excitement the old Cuban almost dragged Yankee Doodle to the spot where the prisoners were held under guard. They rushed past the guard, and Tomas seized one of the prisoners by the arm, saying: "This is Captain Durando, Senor Americano." Dark as it was, Yankee Doodle instantly recognized the officer. "Ah! I'm glad to see you, Captain," he said. "I expected to find you at your camp; but you have been kind enough to run into us, thus saving us a good deal of trouble, no doubt. As I have other business to attend to just now, you will pardon me if I leave you with the guards until I can attend to it," and with that he hurried away to lead the attack on the little camp. Both parties pushed on stealthily through the dark, and were soon within rifle shot of the cavalry. Then they moved forward more slowly and stealthily. Yankee Doodle gave the signal, and both parties poured a destru c tive volley into the astonished Spaniards, and fol lowed it up with their machetes. The Spaniards returned a few shots and would have put up a good fight had they not found themselves attacked on two sides. That created something of a panic among them, during which about half of them threw down their arms and surrendered, while the others took to their heels and escaped under cover of darkness. It was a difficult thing for Yankee Doodle to prevent a slaughter of the prisoners. As it was, several of them were cut down before he could intervene to save them. All around him the fierce Cubans were brandishing their terrible machetes, fairly hissing their demands for ven geance. "No! no!" cried Yankee Doodle; "only cowards strike an unarmed man." "We want to serve them as they serve us, Senor Ameri cano." Yankee Doodle wheeled upon him. "Because the Spaniard is a brute, do you wish to be one too? I tell you plainly, Cubans, that if you show to the world that you are no better than the Spaniards, America will hesitate to deliver Cuba to you when Spain bas been driven out of it." The Cuban captain seconded his efforts to protect the prisoners, whereupon Yankee Doodle requested him to take charge of them and march them back to the Cuban camp as quickly as possible. Then, hurrying away with those of his party, he soon came up with the guards who had charge of Captain Du rando and his companions. "Now, Captain Durando," he said to the Spanish officer when he came up with the party, "we will attend to you," and he ordered the guards to march toward the little Cu ban camp, which was but three miles away. When they started off Yankee Doodle walked alongside of the prisoner, to whom he remarked: "You see, captain, that fortune is extremely fickle in time of war." "Si, senor, I have found it so," was the reply; "yet for tune seems to have favored you?" "Yes," laughed Yankee Doodle, "fortune has been ex tremely kind to me, for I managed to make my escape from my captors by plunging into the waters of the bay on a dark night. It is your misfortune not to be in the neighborhood of any water just now." "It would do me no good if I was, senor," he replied, "as I cannot swim." "You recollect the night I was captured, captain?" Yankee Doodle asked him. "Si, senor; it has not been so long ago "You also recollect shooting that Cuban soldier without trial, do you not?" "Si, senor; he was a spy." "You will remember, Captain, that I told you he was not a spy under the rnles of war; and yet you ordered him shot without a trial.'" "Si, senor; we have orders to shoot spies wherever we catch them." "'rhat is very unfortunate for you, Captain." "In what way, senor?" "The Cubans are going to shoot you in retaliation." "When, senor?" "As soon as you reach the spot where you shot that man." "But, senor Americano, I never was a spy." "Oh, no; they don't charge you with being one. They are going to shoot you because you have shot Cuban sol diers when captured in fight." The prisoner seemed to be staggered at what he was told, and vigorously protested that the other men captured with the spy were now being treated by the Spaniards as pris oners of war. "'I'hat may be true, Captain; and all your men captured with you to night are going to be treated as prisoners of war also; but you will be shot." Yankee Doodle then left his side and joined old Cuban Tomas and the Cuban captain. He told them what he had told the prisoner; and they at once approved what he had done, saying they had no intention of letting the captain get away alive. In about an hour's time they reached the camp, and there a party 0 about a score of men were selected to take the captain to the place where the Cuban spy had been executed. It was a couple of miles away from the camp, and Yankee Doodle concluded to go along with them.

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YANKEE DOODLE WITH .SCHLEY. 23 \Vhen they reached the spot they found the grave of the Cuban patriot, who had been buried where he fell. "Senor Americano," said the prisoner, as his arms were being bound, "are you going to permit this outrage?" "I am, Captain; and I have come here expressly to see that it is well done and also see that a correct report of your execution is sent to the general commanding in Santiago. The law of retaliation is recognized by all na tions." The prisoner was then bound, and a torch was lighted in order to facilitate the aim of the firing squad. The Cuban captain himself gave the order to fire, and five rifles, fired almost as one weapon, stretched the blood thirsty Spaniard dead on the ground. He was buried at the feet of the patriot for whose murder he was responsible; and then the Cubans quietly marched back to their camp. There Yankee Doodle called the men around him and told them that the American fleet had the Spanish war ships bottled up in the harbor of Santiago, and that an .American army was then on its way to invest the city by land. "The American general will expect your co-operation," he said, "and if you giye it yo,u will be furnished with ra tions, arms, ammunition and clothes. We will take the city of Santiago either by assault or surrender, and send the prisoners back to Spain. When the last Spanish sol dier has left the island, an independent Cuban government will be formed, very much like our own, and the Cubans left free to run it." The Cubans were wild in their enthusiasm over his short speech, and swore that they would fight side by side with the Americans, as long as there was a Spanish sol dier on the island. After a little more conversation with the men, Yankee Doodle turned to old Tomas and said he was ready now to go with him. "Senor,'' said the old Cuban, "we are going with you down to the shore and see you once more safely on board our ship." "All right, then,'' he replied; "let us march." A party of about one hundred Cubans th{'Jl started off n single file, passed through the village of Caimenez and struck the little road through which Marcia had led Yan!kee Doodle that afternoon. It was long past midnight when the party reached the bore. It being too dark for signals to be seen from the hip, Yankee Doodle to wait for daylight. Then his ignal was seen, and the gunboat, some four or five miles ut, steamed up to within hailing distance of him. CHAPTER XII. THE FIGHT ON THE HILL. -As Yankee Doodle stood there on the seashore gazing at be gunboat that was approaching, one of the Cubans in the party made the discovery that a Spanish :force was up on he hill behind them preparing to close in on "Are you -sure of that?" he asked of the Cuban, who was r etty badly frightened. "Si, senor-I saw them!" "How many?" "I don't know, senor The woods are so thick; but there are many of them." "Very well, my friend," and he turned to the Cubans about him, saying in a clear tone, free from all fear and excitement: "Now, men, if you will obey orders and follow me we shall be able to get some of those fellows up there, or else lead them into a death trap. They are trying to get a chance to pour a volley into us behind our backs. The gunboat will soon see them and shell them. If we can get over the hill behind them and catch them as they scamper out of the way of the shells we'll cut them to pieces. Will you follow me?" "Si, senor!" they all replied. "Lead the way, then, Senor Tomas, and keep well in the bushes. They grow thick enough down here to hide us from both the fleet and the Spaniards. Go as fast as you can." The old Cuban started off on a half run through the bushes. It was not so rugged down there as upon the hills, and so the others followed without much trouble. When they had gone about a mile Yankee Doodle asked if they could now get over the hill and pass round behind the crest on which the Spaniards had been seen. "Sir, senor," said a dozen at once. "Then go ahead," he ordered; and they began the ascent at once. It was hard work, but they never faltered in ::L single instance. Yankee Doodle himself stumbled and fell three times, but was unhurt. The Cubans did not fare any better, but they were used to that sort of thing. Ily and by they reached the crest of the coast range of hills, and from there Yankee Doodle could see the gun boat standing off as if waiting for bis signal again. "'l'he Spaniards must be keeping pretty well out of sight,'' he said to the Cuban officer who was with him. "I expected to hear shells flying before this." "They are looking for us, senor,'' said the Cuban. "Maybe so-and we are looking for them. Now tell your men to get down over there behind the place where we saw them-if they can do so without being seen. The gunboat will see 'the Spaniards after a while, and when they do shells will go thick and fast at them. They will scamper over behind the hill to escape, and run into us. Then we'll make quick work of them." The Cuban officer sent two men forward as scouts, and then the whole party moved cautiously down the hill and then along the side of it for half a mile or more. Suddenly they heard the boom of a four-inch gun on the gunboat, and a few seconds later a shell exploded in the woods just over the crest of the hill toward the water front. "Now men-steady!" said Yankee Doodle in a tone of voice just loud enough for the Cubans to hear him. ''When they come running do\vn among us let every man of you make sure of one or more. When the? :find they ha\'e run into us they will think that the commodore has played 'em a trick, and be scared almost to death. But don't kill as long as they don't show fight. It is nothing

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I' 1 \ 24 YANKEE DOODLE WITH SCHLEY. but a party who followed us from the village, or maybe them to tell their comrades and suIDmon them to rally at from the'lookout statio n. the foot of the hill at once. Boom! Boom! Boom! The gunboat was throwing she ll s fast now, and they struck the crest of the hill, exp loding and sending frag ments tearing through the woods. A few minutes latter a party of Spaniards, nearly 100 in number, came running down the hill to escape the shells. Of course they came in great disorder, not dreaming an e n emy was nearer than the gunboat itself. All of a sudden the Cubans began firing, and in less than one minute the Spaniards found themse lve s in a death trap a thousand times worse than that from which they had just :fled. A sudden panic seized them and they fiedsing l y or in pairs. The Cubans with cries of "Cuba Libre I" dash-ed after them and cut them down with the terrible machete. It was a massacre-not a fight. Yankee Doodle himself met a big Spaniard face to face in the bushes and shot him dead with his revolver; then another appeared, who threw down his gun and cried out for quarter. He would have saved him but one of the Cubans rushed upon him and cut him down ere he could prevent it. 'l'he Cubans cou ld not be controlled: scattered as they were in the woods. The fight was a series of deadly single combats, in wh:lch at least a dozen Cubans were killed and wounded; but the entire party of Spaniards was practi cally wiped out. At one time Yankee Doodle found himself alone in the By that means he got them together again-but not one of them had secured any of the arms of the fallen Span iards. 'l'hey had been so eager to kill they never once thought of that. "Take half an hour to get the arms of the enemy," said the captain, "and then hurry back here. We must get away from here as soon as we can." The men ran up on the hillside again and proceeded to gather the arms of the fallen foe, and when they re turned they had over sixty rifles, showing that fully as many Spaniards had fallen. "Now, senor," said the Cuban officer, addressing Yankee Doodle, "what is your pleasure?" "I will go to my ship and you had better return to your lin es," was the reply. "But we can't let you go to your ship alone, senor," pro tested the captain "I can get to it as well by myself as with a thousand men," Yankee Doodle returned. "But you may be intercepted." "I'll take the chances on that." "So will we take the chances," and again the Cubans proceeded to escort him over the hill to the beach as they had already done once. On reaching the crest of the hill Yankee Doodle saw the gunboat going leisurely back to its station some four OJ.'. five miles away, and knew that he would have to signa l again. But to do so from the crest of the hills would draw a shell, probably, as very naturally the captain would sus pect them of being Spaniards. bushes, though he could hear the sounds of combat all "We must go down to the water," said he to the Cubans, around him. and at once l ed the way down in that direction. They "Viva Americano !" sung out the could find no more Spaniards to kill. Cubans when they soon found where the shells had struck, and found four of "Viva Cuba Libre l" "Viva Americano !" "Death to Spain !" The woods resounded with the fierce Yankee Doodle began to fear they would forget all caution in their wild glee over the victory, and tried to call them about him again. But he might 11s well have tried to call back the wind ihat had swept by him. They could hear nought but the calls for vengeance on the cruel monsters who had so long delugel1 the i s l e in the blood of her children. Suddenly he ran upon the Cuban officer and called out to him: "Rally your men, Captain, or they may all be slain!" "Who i-s to slay them, senor?" "The Spaniards. It is very near to their lookout station, and that is connected with the headquarters in the city by telegraph. We are running a great risk." rrhe captain was very much surprised at what he was told, and at once proceeded to r eca ll his men. But that was a thing not easily done under such circumstances, as the woods were so very dense that one could not see ten paces in any direction. Yet he managed to catch a half dozen of them told them the danger they were in and sent the enemy lying there horribly mangled. "That was a good shot, Captain," said Yankee Doodle as he gazed at the terrible effects of the shell where it had exploded. "Si, senor yet the Spaniards say the Americanos can not hit anything from their ships." "Oh, yes. But that is for effect on those far away in the old country. rrhey will claim that we were badly whipped to-day. We can afford to let them do so as it does not h 1ut us at all. I guess the coast is clear now, so we'll go back down there and signal the gunboat again," and he started to do so when a rifle shot out on the left was heard and a bullet whizzed close by his head. "Hello!" h e exc l aimed, dodging down out of sight in the bushes. "That shows that more Spaniards are about !" "Si, senor," returned the captain. "W e'II see where they are," and he told a half dozen Cubans to creep forward through the bushes and find out where the shot came from. Yankee Doodle and the others then crouched in the bushes and waited to hear from the scouts before moving again. Some thirty minutes passed and then they were startled by a half dozen more rifle shots ip. the same direc tion as the fir st. A few minutes later the scouts r eturned with one of their number missing. 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YANKEE DOODLE WITH SCHLEY. 25 one of them in a hurried whisper to Yankee Doodle; "and they are coming this way." "Come, then, let's get out of their way," said he quickly, and he bent low and ran forward through the bushes, fol lowed by the others. CHAPTER XIII. THE TUNNEL THROUGH THE SWAl\IP A.ND HOW IT BECAME A. DEA.TH TRAP. As Yankee Doodle led the way through the bushes, the Cuban captain joined him and k ept close by his side for half a mile or so, when old Tomas caught up with them and said: "Senor Americano, you will go into a ravine that way where you can't get out." "Then you take the lead," said Yankee Doodle, "and we'll follow." "Si, seno r, sai.d the old patriot, "follow me, and come fast;" and the old man started off straight up the hill .at a rnte oi speed that put the others to their utmost to keep up with him. It was a perilous moment for all of them, and Yankee Doodle saw that their sol e dependence WJ'.lS upon the old man who was leading them. He did not much lik e the idea of getting away from the g unboat and thus l eaving the pro tection of its shells; but h e well lmew that the gunners on board were not able to distinguish friend from foe at that distance, so he pushed on as fast as he could, hoping to escape the threatened d est ruction of capture thraugh the woodcraft of old Tomas. They soon reached the crest of the hill and went scam pering down the north side as fast as it was possible for them to go through such a thicket. Down the hill they went one after another, each trying to keep the man in front of him in sight; and after going a half mile or so in that direction they struck a little stream which flowed toward the bay of Santiago, along the banks of which the growth was so thick it seemed utterly impossible for anything larger than a rabbit to pass through it. Where the bushes failed to block the way a great mass of vines seemed to interpose an impassable barrier. Old Tomas stopped and listened as if to make sure of the position of the enemy back on the hill; but he could hear nothing save the noise made by his own followers as they toiled through the bushes. In a very few minutes the entire party had assembled in front of the thicket, whereupon Yankee Doodle turned to the Cuban captain and asked: "Which way, Captain?" ''\Ve must go straight through,'' was the reply; and Yankee Doodle wondered how any human being could do that. But he did not remain long in doubt ; for a half dozen Cubans drew their machetes and began a furious onslaught the mass of vines. Never before did he r ea lize the won derful power of those heavy sugarcane h.11ives for they cut through those vines at each blow as though they were nothing more than so much grass. He stood by and looked on in profound admiration, as relays of Cubans relieved each -()ther in the work of cutting a tunnel wide enough for four men to march through abreast for a distance of more than two hundre d feet. As he marched through it with the Cubans, he thought of the s tory o.f the Children of Israel passing through the Red Sea with a wall of water on either side of them. The vines not only encompassed them on either side, but were interlaced together overhead in such a dense mass as to ent irely obscure the light of a tropical sun in a cloudless sky He noticed that in the centre it was almost too dark for him to see the man in front of hi.m. "'l'his is wonderful," he remarked to the Cuban captain. "Si, senor," assented the other, "the machet e is the Cu ban's reliance in trouble of every kind." "So I see," said Yankee Doodle, "and I have more re spect for it than for the largest gun in the American fleet." .,. When they reached the other side of the d ense thicket the Cubans stopped as if to rest, whereupon their captain suggested that they hurry away. "Oh, we are safe now," said Yankee Doodle. "No, senor, they can come through that tunnel as easily as we did, for we have cut it for them." Hold on a moment," sa id Yankee Doodle, "can the Spaniards cut through a thicket lik e that?" "No, senor, they do not use the machete as we do." "Where is Senor Tomas ?" Yankee Doodle asked. "Here, senor,'' answered the. 6ld Cuban, presenting himself before the young American. "Senor Tomas ?" Yankee Doodle asked, "how far below h e r e is the little road thflt crosses this stream near the spring I first saw your wi.fe and daughter?" "It is about five miles, senor." "Can the Spaniards cross it anywhere between here and there?" "No, senor." '"I'hen how far above here does this thicket extend?" "Six or seven miles, senor," he answered. "And can it be crossed anywhere in that distance?" "No, senor, not unless they cut through as we did." "Which they can't do except with the machete?" "No, senor." "Yankee Doodle then turned upon the with: "Captain, we can defend this tunnel against a thousand men." "What," gasped the captain, "make a stand here?" "Si, capitan; they can't see us from the other side to fire at us, and us the tunnel is not straight they cannot shoot at us through it; and if they attempt to come through we can destroy every man of them. Let us make the stand here." The Cuban officer and all of his followers seemed to be amazed at the proposition; but such was their confidence in his good judgment and generalship they promptly agreed to follow his orders. "Then cut away the bushes around here,'' Yankee Doodle promptly ordered, "in order to give us a clear view of this end of the tunnel." The Cubans promptly fell to wi:th their machetes, and

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26 YANKEE SCHLEY. inside of ten minutes a circular space of some fifty or sixty feet in aiameter was cleared of the underbru sh "Now you see," said Yankee Doodle, "we can all remain concealed back here in the woods, and have a fair view of the tunnel there through which the Spaniards must come, if come they do, not more than four abreast, and not one of whom can get through alive." Every man in the party instantly saw what a splendid death-trap they had unconsciously made, and naturally wondered at the keen foresight of the young American. "We ought to send half a dozen men through," said Yankee Doodle, "to go up on the other side, find the Span iards, and open fire on them to attract their attention. The Spaniards will then pursue them and come pouring through the tunnel after them." Instantly a dozen Cubans volunteered for that duty; and they at once passed through into the tunnel and disap peared from sight. They had not been gone over twenty minutes when rifle shots were heard on the hillside beyond. It was quite evident that the Spaniards had struck the trail made by the retreating Cubans, and were following it down the hill. When they saw the Cuban scouts they opened fire and rushed after them with loud yells. 'l'he scouts promptly retreated, as they had been instructed to do, and quickly di sappeared in the tunnel. They dashed out on the side where the Cubans were waiting and called to the others: "They are coming!" and then took their places alongside of their comrades. "Now, men," called out Yankee Doodle to the Cubans, "let them get just two or three paces outside of the tunnel before you shoot them down." Scarcely had the sound of his voice died away ere a half dozen Spaniards dashed out of the mouth of the tunnel in eager pursuit of the retreating scouts. A volley from the concealed Cubans stretched them on the ground, and ere the smoke of their rifles had cleared away other Spaniards rushed out to take a hand in the fight. 'rhe incessant crack of the Cuban rifles at a range of not more than forty to sixty feet kept piling the Spaniards up in a heap in front of the tunnel, and still they kept coming, for they could not see what was going on until they had passed out almost to where their dead comrades lay, by which time they were a fair mark for the concealed Cubans. The firing continuing, the Spaniards behind kept pushing forward under the impression that their comrades were hotly engaged with the enemy, until so many dead and wounded ones lay in front of the tunnel, those behind finally catching a glimpse of them, began to suspect a trap. Then they hesitated, and some officers proceeded to make an inspection without exposing themselves. It did :10t takr them long to find out the horrors of the situation, and a retreat was at once ordered. During all this time not a Cuban had been hit; while the ground in frbnt of the tunnel was piled almost breast high with dead and wounded Spaniards. Finally, after waiting a half hour or so for more to appear, Yankee Doodle sus pected that the Spaniards had become aware of the trap. A Cuban volunteered to creep through as far as he could safely and find out what the Spaniards were doing. To his surprise he passed clear through without seeing a soldier, and ran back to report that fact. Yankee Doodle instantly sent through half a dozen more to guard the tunnel, while the others gathered up the arms and ammunition of those that had fallen. When that had been done, he suggested to the Cuban captain that they leave the place and make good their r etreat. "For," said he, "they will not enter the tunnel a second time, but will probably return with reinforcements to assail us on both sides. So we should get away just as quickly as possible." The guards were recalled, and each man laden with the arms and ammunition from the enemy struck out over the hill in the direction of the village of Caimenez. All the way up the hill they were chuckling with glee over the decisive blow they had dealt the enemy, and giving Yankee Doodle the full credit of its success. CHAPTER XIV. 'l'HE FIN AL MARCH TO THE SE.A.. It was a toilsome march over the hill through a pathless forest, but the brave fellows did not complain, for they had met with a success unequaled in all their past ex perience. Yankee Doodle had no fear of pursuit under the circum stances, for the enemy had been cut to pieces in such a frightful manner he was satisfied they would not attempt pursuit for fear of meeting a similar fate. He reasoned, too, and rightly so, that the garrison of Santiago city could not well spare any considerable force to pursue stray bands of Cubans; hence, when they came in sight of the village of Caimenez he no longer had any apprehension; yet he ad vised against a halt before they had reached other com mands of the Cuban forces. Passing through the village, Yankee Doodle saw the wife and daughter of the old Cuban Tomas among the many women and children who were looking on in front of the stores. He at once went to them and shook hands with: both, but the moment he had done so the thought flashed through his mind that he had probably subjected them to the danger of Spanish persecution on his account; so to offset his error he proceeded to shake hands with every woman and child whom he could reach on the street, thus passing without having a chance to say anything to the mother and daughter other than the salutation he gave to all. Then they passed on through the village, and in a little while passed the spot wbre Captain Durando had been executed for his barbarous treatment of Cuban pris oners. Finally they met a party of Cuban scouts, who at once lad them to the headquarters of General Garcia, who had suddenly moved down from Bayamo, in order to co-operate with the American fleet in its operations against Santiago. On meeting the General Yankee Doodle introduced him self by his proper name; but that astute officer gave him a keen searching look and remarked with a knowing smile: "General .Gomez has told me about you, and I assure

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YANKEE DOODLE WITH SCHLEY. 2?' 'you that I'm more than pleased to meet the gallant Yankee Doodle of the American army and fleet." "Thank you, General," laughed Yankee Doodle, "I have managed so far while without friends here to keep that name somewhat concealed from them, because I apprehend the danger attached to it should I be so unfortunate as to fall into the hands of the enemy. They had me once for four days, but they undertook to transfer me from the city down to Morro at midnight, and under cover of dark ness I managed to break away from the guards and plunge into the waters of the harbor and thus make my escape." "That was a daring thing to do," remarked the general. "It was a desperate chance," assented Yankee Doodle, "and I was fortunate to escape injury; yet it was the rough est experience that I've had during this war." "And they didn't suspect who you were?" the general asked. "No, General ; and I was very glad they did not, for I am satisfied had they done so they would have shot me." "Very likely,'' assented the general; and then Yankee Doodle proceeded to relate to him his adventures of that morning while attempting to reach the fleet. The general was astounded at the news of the terrific slaughter at the tunnel the machetes had cut through the swamp, and as the truth dawned upon him he laughed. "I hardly think," said he, "that anyone else but a Yankee would have thought of making a stand at such a place as that." "Why, it was an easy tiring to do," laughe Yankee Doodle . "Oh, yes," assented the general, "but it was a stroke of genius that prompted the execution of it." ''\Vell, I don't know where the genius comes in," said Yankee Doodle, "but it struck me as a very nice little trap provided the Spaniards could be induced to enter it." "Oh, they are very easily trapped," the general re marked, "and they make great haste to get out of a trap as soon as they recognize it." "Yes, except for their courage, that's about the only thing that I can give them any credit for." Yankee Doodle spent the night at the headquarters of General Garcia, whose guest he was, and the next day de sired to make another attempt to reach the fleet. "It is more than probable," said the general, "that a strong patrol will cover those hills for days to come on account of the injuries you inflicted upon them yesterday; so I would suggest to you that you try to reach the fleet on the ea. st side of the harbor instead of the west." "Rut, General," said Yankee Dcodle, "there's a gunboat out there waiting and watching for my signal." "That may be," replied the other, "but the exigencies of the situation forbids your making the attempt on that side." Yankee Doodle was silent for some minutes, but it did not take him long to see the wisdom of the general's sug. "It's a long way round to the east side, General," he re marked. "Yes, it is; but we have a saying here in Cuba to the effect that a long road has an end as well as a short one "That reminds me," laughed Yankee Doodle, "of o ne we have in my country "What is it?" the general asked. "We have a saying that it is a long lane that has no turn ing." "Ah, I've heard that," said the general, who had spent a good deal of time in the United States; "and I well re member another that you have over there, which I believe was started from a remark made by the Governor of South Carolina to the Governor of North Carolina." "Oh, yes," laughed Yankee Doodle, "I don't think there is a ten-year-old boy in America that hasn't heard it. "Pray what is it?" one of the Cubans asked who had been listening to the two. "Oh," said Yankee Doodle, "it was simply a remark made by one of the governors to the other that it was a long time between drinks." The general smiled, but to the of Yankee Doodle the staff officer had a puzzled expression on his face as he asked: "But why did he make the remark?" "Because he was thirsty, I presume," answered Yankee Doodle as a broad grin overspread his face, while the gen eral laughed very heartily. "The colonel here," the general, "has never been in your country, and hence failed to catch the full meaning o.f the saying; and let me add," he continued, "that I very much regret that we have nothing in camp at present with which to illustrate the natural effect of the saying upon you Americans." "Never mind about that," returned Yankee Doodle, "i.f you can give me something solid for my inner-man 1'11 let you off on the fluid." "All right," returned the general, "if any man is en titled to a squnre meal you are that one." Yankee Doodle remained another day at the headquar ters of General liarcia, and then proceeded to make prep arations for a trip to the coast on the east side of the city of Santiago. A party of fifty mounted Cubans were assigned the duty of escorting Yankee Doodle down to the coast on the east side of Santiago harbor, and to remain with him until he was safely on board of one of the vessels of the fleet. The faithful old Tomas, who by this time looked upon Yankee Doodle as one of the most wonderful characters he had ever met, begged permission to accompany them. It was readily granted, and the valiant old patriot kept along side of him all the way. It was a long way round, for the general had instructed the captain in 'Command to avoid meeting any Spanish detachments if possible. Like every other section in Cuba, the roads were ex tremely difficult, ancl in some places utterly unworthy of the name of road; so the entire day was passed ere they came in sight of the sea from the crest of a high hill sev eral miles east of Santiago. '!'here was a little town called Aguadores on the sea shore, some five miles or so from the entrance to the har bor, and it was about two miles east of that place where the party first saw the fleet some four or five miles out from the shore

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28 YANKEE DOODLE WITH SCHLEY. At the suggestion of captain of the escort, Yankee Doodle dismounted and proceeded down to the beach on foot, accompanied by old 'l'omas and a score of others of the party. Yankee Doodle immediately dismounted, shook hands with the captain ::i.nd thanked him for his kindness, after which he turned and began making his way clown the hill through the woods, followed by Tomas and the In due time he reached the foot of the hill, where he directed the others to remain concealed in the bushes while he stepped out on the beach and began signaling to a gun boat some four miles out. For some time it seemed that the signal was not seen by any one on board, yet he kept on making it with his pocket handkerchief until at last he saw the gunboat slowly steaming toward him. "Ah, they have seen me," he exC'taimed; but he kept up the signal until the gunboat was near enough for him to see the captain leveling his spyglass at him. But the gunboat was making Yery s low progress, as if the captain was suspicious that an effort was being made to lure him within range of a ma ske d battery. In the meantime the Cubans kept concealed in the bushes, where they could not be seen from the deck of the gunboat. "Keep still back there," said Yankee Doodle to the Cu bans behind him, "as I don't want you to be seen till the finds out who I am." When the gunboat was within hailing distance the captain made a signal that told he was recognized. CHAPTER XV. CONCLUSION. "Is that you, Yankee Doodle?" hailed the captain of the gunboat. "Yes, Captain," he "and a part of the Cuban army." "Do you want to come aboard?" "Yes," he replied, "for I'm both tired and hungry." A boat was lowered and sent ashore; and while the men were bending to the oars Yankee Doodle turned to the old Cuban Tomas and grasped his hand, saying: "Senor 'l'omas, I want to thank you and your good wife and your daughter for the very great service you and they have rendered the fleet. The commodore himself has as sured me that when he has seen Senorita Marcia he will thank her in the name of the American government and richly reward her for what she has done. I'm sorry I shall not be able to see them again before the great battle is fought; but say to them for me that I will never forget them. Say to Senorita Marcia that she is the bravest, the sweetest and most beautiful little girl that 1 have ever met; and that I hope soon that Cuba will be free, and that. she may live to enjoy all the happiness that life can bring to her." "Senor Arnericano," said the old Cuban, "my wife and daughter will be the happiest women in Cuba when I repeat to them your words of praise. And, senor, you will come and see us, will you not?" "Indeed I will, senor; and when I do, I shall see to it that life will be easier for you and them. My country is not ungrateful, for she rewards with a liberal hand those who serve her well in the hour of peril-which you and they have done, Senor Tomas." By that time the boat had reached tliem, and the hun dred Cubans in the party stood around and cheered the marines and the ship and the starry banner waving above it. All the way back from the gunboat the cry of "Viva Americano" followed them." "Where did you pick up that crowd, Yanke Doodle?" the captain of the gunboat asked him. "Back about ten miles behind those hills, captain. They are brave fellows, and I led them into a fight last night, in which we smashed a Spanish company of cavalry, and captured their leader, with nearly half his command." "Good! Good!" exclaimed the captain, slapping him on the shoulder. "No matter where you go you manage to worry the Spaniards some." "That's what I'm here for, captain," he laughed. "Yes, of course,'' was the reply; "but you have the adrnn tage of us fn being a sort of independent command of your self. You can follow your own sweet will, while the rest of us have to obey orders." "Well, let me tell you, captain, that I have to obey orders too. I expect to get a roasting from the commodore when I report to him." "Not a bit of it. I told him yesterday you had gone ashore to protect the young gir l who, not knowing of your escape, had imperiled her life to bring news of your capture to the fleet." "What did he say?" Yankee Doodle asked eagerly. "He said you did right, and hoped no harm would befall either 0 you." "I am glad of that. I had asked permission to go ashore after the bombardment, and he refused it." "He has a tender heart, and on learning why you had gone, his eyes filled with tears-over the devotion of the young girl. Where did you leave her?" "With her mother. Her father was with the party that came down to the shore out there with me. He is a brave old patriot," and then Yankee Doodle told him the story of Captain Durando, of the Spanish cavalry. "Whew-!" whistled the captain. "You had better not tell the commodore that." "Why not?" "He'd be mad. He doesn't believe in that sort of war fare "Oh, the Cubans shot him-not me," laughed Yankee Doodle. "I guess you didn't try to save him." "Not much. I'd have shot him myself if they had not." "So would I-under similar circumstances," assented the captain. "So would the commodore. I am going to tell him the whole story." The gunboat soon land ed him on board the flagship, and he at once repaired to his quarters in quest of sleep, as he had slept none duriI\g the night. When he reappeared on deck in the afternoon he reported

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YANKEE DOODLE WITH SCHLEY. 29 to the commodore and told him whe;.e he had been and what ran to his quarters to change his clothes preparatory to his happened while he was ashore. leaving in the little steam launch. "It is a very savage warfare," the commodore said, shak-Ten minutes later he was on the way toward the mouth ing his head. of the bay with the American flag flying at one end of the "Aye, sir, so it is. I could have saved him from the__99-launch and a flag of truce at the other. 'bans, but didn't wish to do so." The Spaniards in the forts on both sides of the channel "Did you hear anything about the effect of the bombardpeered over at the little launch in unfeigned surprise, wonment? the commodore asked. dering what its mission was. "Aye, sir. There was someth ing like 150 men killed and He.was hailed from Morro with: wounded, and the works very much damaged. But the "Who do you wish to see?" Spaniards claim a victory, saying they drove off the fleet." "The admiral of the fleet," replied Yankee Doodle. The commodore laughed, and then Yankee Doodle turned "Go ahead, but look out for torpedoes." away to talk to one of the other officers of the ship, who had "Lookout for yourselves up there," he replied cheerily as many questions to ask him about the Cuban force on shore. the little launch went on its way up the channel. Ile "When the army arrives you will be very much in decounted all the guns he saw on the batteries and made menmand," the officer said to him. tal notes of their make and calibre. "In what way?" Soon they rounded a point and came in sight of the Span"As a guide ." ish fleet anchored up the bay, and made direct for the flag"Oh, any of the Cubans out there can guide our troops ship of the admiral. anywhere about the country. I had to rely on them myAs soon as the little launch was seen the deck of every self." ship swarmed with marines. "But you were singularly fortunate." "What a pity it is we can't capture those ships and add "I don't know about that. I was unlucky at times, I 'em to otlr fleet, men," Yankee Doodle remarked to the crew thought." of the iaunch. "Why, my boy, you don't know what bad luck means." "Well, if I don't, I hope I never will," he replied. "Hello! Here comes a boat from the Texas!" A boat from the battleship Texmi was seen pulling for the flagship, and when it arrived it was found that the cap tain had come to consult with the commodore. The con sultation was soon ended, and foe captain asked for Yankee Doodle. He was sent for, and on being presented, the cap tain thanked him for his timely discovery of the Spanish torpedo boat. "If you had not seen it at the time you did," said the cap tain, "it would have struck us, as we. were looking in another direction, leaving to t4,.e Iowa the task of watching that part of the coast." "I am glad I did, captain, for I would be very sorry to lose one of our splendid ships When they had me in prison in Santiago the Spanish officers laughed derisively vhen I told them that the commodore would sink the Span(sh fleet if he got a whack at it." "They didn't believe you, eh?" o, sir. They say Cervera will rush out on us and de ,,troy the whole fleet when he is ready to do so." "What did you say to that?" "I said the commodore was waiting for him and would be very glad to meet the admiral. By George! I wish the commodore would send me in, under a flag of truce, with his compliments to the admiral and a polite invitation to come out and be licked!" The gallant captain laughed. "So do I-and I'll suggest it t-o him to do so;" and he did. The commodore smiled and remarked that it would not bring the Spaniards out, adding: "But it will be a bit of diversion and do our men good when they hear of it. Let him go." "Whoop!" yelled Yankee Doodle, when that the commodore had consented. "Let me brush up!" and he "We will, sir," said one of the men. "Oh, no. The Spaniards will destroy 'em as soon as they find defeat staring 'em in the face. We won't get one of them." "We'll raise 'em again, sir." "They'll blow 'em to pieces-as they did the Maine," said Yankee Doodle, shaking his head. "Well, they'll pay for the :Maine when they do." "So they will. That bit of treachery will cost Spain all her battleships "Aye, aye, sir! We ought to sink all Spain for that, sir." "We would if we couid. But we are not done with 'em yet." They pulled straight for the flagship, where they were hailed from the deck with: "What do you want?" "Commodore Schley, of the American fleet, sends hie compliments to Admiral Cervera, with an invitation for him to come outside and fight," replied Yankee Doodle, loud enough for every man on board the battleship to hear him. "Caramba!" exclaimed the officer. "Diablos!" gasped another at his side, and the admiral was notified of the mission of the flag of truce. He came forward smiling, looked down at the little launch, and said: "Give my comp liment s to the commodore, and say that I am very comfortable where I am; that if he wishes to do so he Gan come inside and fight. Thanks for his invitation. I'll call on him when I am ready to do so." Yankee Doodle stood up and saluted the admiral, who returned it, all the time smiling complacently, and then tlm little launch veered 'round and steamed away. "Caramba!" came from several men on board the flagship. "Diablos! The impudence of the Yankee pigs!" "Maledictions!"

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