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Shafter's right hand, or, Hal Maynard's great game of strategy
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Starry Flag Weekly i .. u e d Weekly.-By Sulw>ription, $2.50 pel' yea>'. E ntel' ed a& Second C!aS& Matte at the N Y .Po t OJ!!ce, STREET & S>llTH, 81 Ji\1Uon 61., N. Y E meied acc01dtng to Aci o r c ono1ea, in tile yea,. 1898, in the OJ!!ce a/ tile Libra1'ian o f l bngreu, 1Va 1htngton, D C. No. 13. NEW YORK, July 30, 18<)8. Price Five Cents. OR, By DOUGLAS WELLS. F i rst Part. CHAPTER I. SCOUTING. "They're coming, boys, and coming fast.'' First Lieutenant Hal Maynard, of General Shafter's staff, sat on the outer edge of a trench that the Spaniards had built to defend the little town near the American mines. Hal had been sent ashore with a detachment to see whether any of the enemy lingered in the rifle trenches after the furious bombardment by American naval vessels. It was a dangerous detail. Had there been any of the enemy there, our hero and his detachment would undoubtedly have been shot to pieces. But they had arrived at the nearest trench just in time to see the late Spanish defenders scampering across the hollows to the nearest hills. Hal had ordered his men to fire a vol ley into them just on general principles. As a result, several of the enemy had fallen. Immediately after the volley, our hero bad signaled out to the great fleet of transports that the coast was clear for a landing. That ianding had now started. More than thirty boats, towed in strings by tenders from the naval vessels, were now headed for the shore. In each boat were as many American soldiers as could be crowded in. All were eager to set foot on Cuban soil. It was the first army of invasion to reach Cuba. Each soldier was eager t o have the boat he was in be the first t o reach the shore. Hal sat, meanwhile, with his feet dangling most unconcernedly over the shore edge of the rifle trench. To him the honor had fallen of leading the first landing party. He was content t!Jat others should hav e what further glory there was in getting ashore. A dozen boats reached the beach at once. NICK CARTER'S DISGUISES ARE WONDERFUL.


2 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. Men leaped overboard into fhe water in the mad scramble to tread the shore of C_u ba under their feet. In a fe'w minutes there were hundreds of Americans on land, quietly formi1ig.. under their officers. 1 Little columns went and that, the object being to o ce upy, as a prec ,an tion against surprise, the trenches o u,f of which the dons had been shelled. "This chap i s in a hurry;" mused Hal, eyeing a captain, who, the instarit his foot touched the beach, started up the gentle fast run. He caught. sight of our hero, turned aud headed straight for him. "Lieu tenant Maynard?" he cwlled. "Yes, sir," responded Hal; scrambling to his feet and saluting his superior in rank. "Just came by the Seguranca," panted the c aptai11. "Was hailed from the deck, and told to deliver these orders to you with all speed." He thrust an envelope in Hal's hands. Our hero tore it open with all haste, and read these words: ''Lieutenant Maynard is hereby directed to call upon Colonel Benders for a second lieutenant and detachment of thirty men. With these and the men he already has, Lieutenant Maynard will scout hack into the country for two miles, noting wliat ever signs there are of the presence of the enemy. Lieutenant Maynard will use his discretion as far as may be necessary, and will as soon as possible report back to the general commandiug." This order bore General Shafter's sig nature. Hal's face flushed with pleasure. It was most important work that he !lad been ordered to perform. When advancing through the enemy's no work is more important than clever scouting. If the scout work is well done, the troops back of him will know just where the enemy are to be found, which will do away with the danger of sudden and overwhelming surprises. "You seem pleased," observed the captain. "Am I?" ecl1oed Hal, delightedly. "Oh, just!" "One more order, lieutenant, which I was instructed to deliver verbally.'' Hal looked expectantly at the messen. ger. "Your horse is to be sent ashore at once. You will wait for that before start ing, iieuteirnnt." "Thank you. And in the meantime, I will see about my detail.'' "That will be as well, no doubt." Turning, Hal saw that his horse was just then being made to walk the plank at the Seguranca's open port. The beast splashed into the water, and started at once to swim. same time, a man sitting in the stern of one of the boats, led the animal in the right direction by means of its halter. "Go down to the beach and catch my horse as it comes ashore," Hal ordered one of his men. ''Sergeant, keep the rest here until I send for you." Full of business, Hal strode away. Colonel Benders sat upon one of the posts of the little wharf mopping his brow and watching the landing of his men: Hal showed him his order. "All right," responded the colonel. "Mr. Smithson!" The young lieutenant of that .name promptly approached his colonel. ".Smithson, pick out thirty good men from your company. You are at Lieuten ant Maynard's orders until he releases you. Do whatever he orders.'' ''Yes, colonel. n NICK CARTER, THE rrERROR OF CRIMINALS.


' STARRY FLAG WEEKLY J Hal s tood at one side while the ach men(was being made up. "".'<' I t did not take over a minute. "March yourv .mi;n, up to the ra:ilroad track, and halt them; Hal. He fell in himself the lieutenant. "Say," asked Smithson, im,petuonsly, "is there any objection to g1ving me a liint of what our work is "Scouting," answered Hal. "Eh? Great! Good! Glorious! Do you know, Mr. Maynard, I was afraid it was to be some stupid duty work, such as guarding the property on shore. But scouting just suits me!" They had reached by this time the spot where Hal had ordered the detachment halted. Our hero now hurried back to the beach. His horse, saddled and bridled, was waiting for him: Vaulting into the saddle, Maynard directed the soldier who had held the beast for him to return to the rifle trench and tell the sergeant to join the main de tachment at the railroad track. "I'll be back shortly, lie11tenant," cried Hal, as he went by Smithson at a trot. Galloping a quarter of a mile up the road, Maynard took a good look at the road as 11e went. A quarter of a mile from the beach he drew rein. "This is as far as I'd better go alone," he reflected. Crack! From a hill-top a quarter of a mile away a rrne spoke. This was fol lowed by a discharge of at least twenty rifles. Not one of the bullets struck within hold your guns at the waist and shoot only :iu a general direction?'' Nevertheless, it would be foolish to re main there, a lone and uua ble to send a single shot back at the enemy. So Hal galloped slowly back to where he had left his detachment. "Bring your forward, lieutenant, iu column of twos. Detail six and a cor poral to keep with me. Be on the look out for a signal at any second to halt." With light hearts and springy steps tl detachment started off. Had t11,"S'peed been regulars, they would have-"" cneered. But scouting is serious work. It requires to be done in silence, and with as much stealth as possible. Posting hi& adva1ice detail a hundred yards in advance of the main body, Hal rode back to his second hi command. "You heard the firing, Mr. Smithson?" "Yes, sir." ''A squad opened fire on me from those hills yonder. I expect to find the enemy in small bodies a11 through this country." "Are we going far, sir?" "My present orders ca11 for about two miles. After that, I am to use my discretion.'' "The corporal is signaling to you, Mr. Maynard.'' Hal looked quickly forward. The non com. in charge of the advance had halted his detail, and was now making violent gestures. "He has sighted something, sure. Halt your men, Mr. Smithson." There was a hill a few hundred ahead, surmounted by a block-house. Hal made up his mind that the enemy, :if they were near, had taken to hiding in this block-house and in the trenches that a hundred yards of our herp. ran around the four sides of the structure. "Same old Spanish rnarksmen1 He expected to be fired upon as he chuckled Hal. "I know you fellows rode forward, but he reached his detail well. Will you ever learn better than to without a shot from anywhere. "NICK CARTER TO THE RESCUE," IS THE WATCHWORD.


STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. "I saw the door of that old shanty half close, sir," reported the corporal, "and thought it best to halt." "Quite right, corporal, and we'll soon find out whether the enemy is there." Raising his sword, our hero signaled Lieutenant Smithson to bring up the main body. "Throw out your men in skirmishing order, lieutenant, and advance up the hill.,, Only a second after the skirmish line bad started forward, there came a flash of fuefrom theblock-house. The first battle between the Spaniards and the invading Americans was on. CHAPTER U. TAKING A PRISONER. ''Lie down!'' Hal roared out the command, which was repeated by Smithson. Then came the order to return the enemy's fire. American bullets pelted the block house and thudded the dirt before it. For several rounds the Spanish fire kept up. Lying down flat as they were, none of the Americans were hit. Only Hal remained an exposed mark. Disdaining to dismount, he remained seated in saddle, looking on with flashing eyes. "Better advance a little, lieutenant," he called. At the word Smithson led his men some thirty feet up the hill on a quick run. Just as the Spanish rifles began to talk again Smithson gave the order to drop. An American volley answered the house is apt to prove the most dangerous work in modern war. It is when the men rise to advance that they are in deadly peril. If the enemy are good marksmen they are bound to hit some of the attacking party. On the other hand the assailants have little chance of inflicting damage unless they get decidedly close to the defenders. The latter are firing, all the while, through a slit that is not more than two or three inches high. Nor is this slit more than a few inches above the ground. The men in the block. house stand down in a pit or cellar, which brings only the head and shoulders on a level with the slit. With good marksmen in such a block house it is almost impossible for infantry alone to dislodge them. "If those fellows could shoot," mut tered Hal, "we'd have no business But he remained on his horse, the only conspicuous object for the Spaniards to shoot at. Experience had taught him that, in fighting Spaniards, the most conspicuous place is apt to he the safest. Riding closer, he called to Smithson: "Lieutenant, watch your chance to fol low up the last advance with another." Smithson nodded. As soon as the enemy's fire slackened, he led his men on another fifty foot dash up the hillside. "Aim every shot at the ring slit, men," called Hal, riding up close to them. A yell, and then a seqmd, showed that some of the shots had gone into the block-l10use. enemy's. But their losses made the Spaniard's So far none had been hit on either side. They replied with the straightest Yet this skirmishing against a blockfire they were capable of. "THE UNSEEN EYE" HAS A GIRL DETECTIVE.


STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 6 "Getting warm," murmured Hal, slipping out of saddle. Forcing his horse to lie down, he sauntered forward to where Smithson stood. "Too high up, on a horse's back, e11 ?" smiled the second lieutenant. "Horses are going to be valuuable marching over these hills,'' replied Hal. "I'm going to save mine as long as I can While they talked, the young officers, both of whom disdained to lie down, watched the block-house attentively. "Their fire is slackening," suggested Smithson. "They may be getting out through the door," replied Hal. ''And we are on the wrong side to command the door," grunted Smithson. "With your permission I'll shift the men around to that side of the hill." "Not a bit of it," negatived Hal. "Spaniards firing from a block-house are apt to be troublesome. Running away through the open we have them just where we want them. Give them a chance to get out. But its time to make another advance, lieutenant." Smithson made another rush, getting this time within a hundred feet of the structure. The fire .from only two rifles opposed them. Not a shot took effect. "On the next rush, lieutenant,'' ordered Hal, approaching his subordi nate, order your men to thrust their guns -through the slits and fire across the in terior of the house.'' muzzles of their rifles through the firing slit on one -side. "Fire!" Bullets swept the interior. Just before the volley a scared-looking Spanish private made a dash for the door way. He got out, started down the hillside a long way behina his comrades. But Hal, darting around the corner just as his men ceased firing, espied the fugitive. "We want him," muttered Hal, speeding off after fellow. The Spaniard, hearing som1ds of pur suit, cast a terrified look back over bis shoulder. "Halt!" shouted our hero, in Spanish. "Keep back!" warned the Spaniard. "Halt!" "Keep back, or I'll shoot!" "Shoot and be hanged! You 're a dead man if you don't surrender!" "Keep back Both were now running at their best speed. Hal was slowly gaining. Realizing this, the Spanish soldier let the barrel of bis gun rest over his shoulder as he ran. Ducking two feet to one side, Maynard continued to pursue as swiftly as ever. Crack! Though Hal had calculated that he was safely out of range, the ball went within six inches of his head. Crack! crack! The next two shots, fired without aim, went decidedly wild. Heai:ing the foe still coming, the Span iard cast another look over his shoulder. He gave a gasp, for Hal Maytrnrd was "Can I make the rush no _w, sir?" "At once." within six feet of him. I F di D bl k'" "Better hold up!" 3eered theyoung Up. orwar ou e quic Onward swept the little line. Hot shot lieutenant. opposed them. Over t.he rifle pits leaped Quickly enough the fellow obeyed, but the men. They knelt before the block-not in the way expected. house, and as many as could jammed the Drawing a knife from under his ragged READ "THE GREAT DETECTIVE TRIO."


6 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. blouse, he straightened swiftly up, aim ing a blow full at the American's heart. It was a swift, close call for Hal. He had only time to throw up one arm, which crossed the Spaniard's. But that move warded off the knife's point, which did no more than slightly rip the young officer's blouse. In a twinkling, Hal's right 11and clutched the fellow's wrist. A quick wrench, and the knife went flying through the air. "Car-r-r-r-r-rajo !" howled the Span iard. He was struggling in Maynard's grip, but was not yet ready to admit himself a prisoner. Lowering his bead quickly, he made a snap at Hal's wrist. "So that's your game?" muttered the boy, letting go bis bold. His "mad" was up. Released, the Spa11iard turned to dart away, but Hal was at much too close quarters to permit that. Springing forward, he caught at the fugitive's collar, swung him around, and then-Smash! Hal struck straight out from the shoulder, the most forcible blow he could land. It struck on the enemy's mouth. Like lightning, our hero followed it up with a blow from his other fist, which landed on the same spot. Like a tree that bas been cut, the Spaniard lurched forward and hit the ground. He was not likely to bite again, for most of his front teeth were missing now. "Car-r-r-r-r-r-ramba Oh, you brutal Yankee pig!" groaned the fellow. "If you get up, I'll give you more of it," retorted Hal, hot-bloodedly. His invitation was not accepted. It was plain that the foe knew when he was well supplied. Footsteps sounded behind them as Lieutenant Smithson and a half a dozen soldiers reached the spot. "Car-r-r-r-r-r-rajo All the Yankee pigs are brutes," sobbed the fellow, spitting out a mouthful of blood. "Lieutenant," cried Mr. Smithson, lifting his sombrero, "I salute you! I have heard of you before, as several kinds of a scrapper. What I have seen of 'you this morning shows me that reports were not exaggerated. Jove, what a fist yon must have!" "I hardened it in these same Cu woods," smiled Hal, coolly. "If the fel low had confined himself to the weapons of war, I wouldn't have done that to him. But the man who draws a knife raises all the Qad blood that's in me. Detail a man, Mr. Smithson, to take the priso11er back to the town." "1' o whom shall I hand him over, sir?,, "Blessed if I know," laughed Hal. Still groaning out against the brutality of the Yankees, the prisoner was marched away at the point of a bayonet, the soldier detailed to this duty making wry faces over the certainty of being left out of the rest of the scouting expedition. "Are there any killed or wounded in the block-house?'' questioped Hal. "I don't know, sir. Didn't stop to see when I saw you after that rascal." "We'll go back," said Hal. Three wounded and two dead Spanish soldiers greeted their gaze as they entered the structure. "We'll question these wounded said Hal, in an undertone to Smithson. "But first, we'll look to their wounds. A little unexpected kindness sometime makes these fellows more communica tive. '' With the assistance of a couple o A NICKEL WILL BUY THE NICK CARTER WEEKLY.


STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 7 soldiers, Hal spent ten minutes in bandaging the wounds inflicted by American bullets. Smithson, meantime, was outside, keeping vigilant watch of the near-by hills. "Lieutenant," he reported, hastening in, "I caught sight through my glasses, just now, of two or three heads of men watching us from the brush on that hill _'over to the northward." "Open fire on them if th-ey show up again,'' directed Hal. ''Fire from the inside of the block-house, so they won't know what we're up to until it comes." Three men were accordingly stationed at the slit on the north side of the house. "Be.hind them s'.ood Smithson, glasses to his eyes, keenly alert. "There they ate," he muttered. "Take aim, men. Ready?" "Yes, sfr," came three responses. "Fire!" As the report rang out, the three strange heads vanished. "Don't know whether vie hit 'em or not, sir," reported Smithson. "Send out four men singly to scout in that direction. Tell them to take no risks, but to fall back at the first sign of hostility." Before they had gone twenty yards from the block-house they halted, these four scouts. At least two hundred Spaniards showed there, and an instant later. they began firing. "Retreat! Don't waste time!" shouted Hal. His warning was quickly heeded. Back came the four, pell-mell, a storm of bullets passing over their heads. "Twelve men in the block-house-tl1e rest in the trenches!" shouted the young commander. So quickly did the force move that every man was in position by the time the four scouts reached the summit. "Start your men to firing, lieute;rnnt," ordered Hal. "Tell them to fire slowly and straight." Then the American rifles began to talk, sweeping the crest of the enemy's i1ill. "Jupiter!" suddenly muttered H al. Sweeping the surrounding co1mtry witli his field-glasses he caught sight of two more detachments of the enemy advancing from other directions. "They mean to surround us," spoke Smithson in our hero's Ear. "It matters little. We could hold this against a thou Spaniards." "But we can't go forward," grumbled Hal. "I know it." "Aud that'.s what we're here for, Smithson, We're hemmed in, now, surer than fate. Fire straight, boys. I think you've potted some of the enemy already." As Hal finished his survey, he gave a start of dismay. From the maneu vring of the enemy it was apparent that their object was to surround him. A thousand men against forty was sure to be a stiff fight! CHAPTER IIJ. A CRITICAL SITUATION. "We've got to have support." Hal made this announcement with a knowledge that if the support did not soon arrive the position was likely to fall into the hands of the foe. "We've got to have it soon, too," put in Smithson. "Oh, we are good to hold out here for three quarters of an hour. But after that, if the Spanish are the least good on earth they will be able to pot us." WHERE OTHERS FAIL, NICK CARTER SUCCEEDS.


STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. And Hal, pulling out his dispatch book, sank down upon one knee, resting the book on the other, prepared to write a message for help. Smithson remained standing and watch ing the enemy through his glass. "Lieutenant," he muttered, "judging by the way the rascals are closing in on us a man who starts a full two minutes later won't have the slightest show on earth to get through.'' "I'm winding up," announced Hal. ''Lieutenant, you know your men. Pick out a good one to take this back to town." "If you '11 permit it, sir, I'll go myself.'' "You?" echoed Hal, looking up. "Yes, sir." "But I'm the only other officer here. To risk half of our officers seems like taking big chances.'' "This is officer's work, sir," urged Smithson. "If you '11 let me go, I'll be greatly obliged." "Go, then," replied Hal. "Take my horse, too. Ride like the wind, old fel low, or the Spaniards will get you." With a bound Smithson was off. He found Maynard's horse still lying down as it had been left. "Up, old fellow," bellowed the second lieutenant, giving the animal a slap on its flank. With a bound Smithson was in saddle. "By Jove," muttered Hal, watching him, my friend has a tougher chance than I thought. Hullo-blazes!" At the top of a hill by which Smithson must ride within a hundred yards a dozen Spanish heads suddenly appeared. "He's down in the hollow. He can't !Jee them. They'll shoot him to pieces!" exclaimed Maynard, rapidly. "Here, boys, shoot the gravel out of thathill!'.' And Hal pointed to the danger that menaced Lieutenant Smithson. Crack! crack! crack near the base of hill. Smithson was He discovered his danger just as the bullets began to spat around him. Snatching up a Mauser rifle that had been dropped by one of the wounded prisoners, Hal quickly got the range, and pumped ten shots into the foes who had ambushed Smithson. How the. latter got through was a miracle. Had it not been for the conf u sion caused by the volleys from the block-house, the plucky young West Pointer must have been riddled. But he got past, rose over a rise of the ground, and would soon be in sight of the town. "Good business, boys," cheered Hal. "You saved Mr. Smithson's life." "Glad we did, sir," came the answer from a sergeant. "He's the finest young officer 'in tlfe regiment.'' The command, under orders, were crouching either in the block-house or the rifle trenches beyond. Hal, alone, stood up. It was dangerous, duty. It was imperative that he should note every move of the enemy. The skirmishing was on, now, hot and furious. While the block-house was not entirely surrounded, it was practical'ly so, since even had our hero desired to re treat, it would have been impossible to do so without losing a great many men. Spit! spat! came the Mauser bullets, throwing up the dirt in fine showers. Ching! against and through the zinc sheets that covered the sides of the struc ture. In the distance all that could be seen were the puffs of smoke from the enemy's rifles, save once in a while when a de tachment of Spaniards would suddenly DO YOU LIKE DETECTIVE STORIES ?


STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 9 rise to their feet, dart forward a few yards conld sec all of the surrounding country and then flop down on the ground once by merely turning his head. more. "I can help the fellows shoot, too, I "Haven't lost a man yet," Hal conreckon," he muttered, thrusting the rifle gratulated himself. through the slit. To one uninitiated it seemed marvel-He had not long to wait. A company ous that so hot a fire could be kept up, of the enemy sprang to their feet and ran crouching for a distance of fifteen yards passing by both of the contending forces nearer the block-house. with little or no damage. 1 k 1 k H 1' rifle tw1ce. Crack crac spo e a s The Americans were protected by their The soldiers underneath him were trenches. So long as they did not stand equally alert. up and expose themselves, they were in "A few of the greasers toppled that little danger, save, possibly, from deflecttime," mused the young commander, ing balls. grimly. "Hello! I'm catching it now!" As for the Spaniards, they were flat There was a perfect patter of bullets upon the ground, and a man lying pros-against the conning tower, which offered trate on the earth at a distance of from a conspicuous mark. a quarter to half a mile is iti little risk of Two of them came through the firing being hit. A bullet may strike him, but sJit with an exaggerated whistling that the chances are a hundred to one against made our hero dodge. it. "I've given those rascals a good line "Confound them!" mutte red our hero, 011 myself," be muttered. "They're wrathfully, just after the enemy had keeping it up, too." made another twelve yard dash without It would be useless to say that Maynard losing a man. felt no fear. With several hundred men The Spanish were surely ga1111ng aiming at him he certainly wished him ground. If they got near enough to make self elsewhere. a sudden dash, Hal did not need to be Yet he would not leave the conning told that even the poorest troops in the tower. His post there was altogether too world, when they numbered a thousand, advantageous a one to give up. It is one could wipe his command out. thing to be scared, bnt quite another for "You men in the trenches," he an officer to let his alarm drive him from directed, "keep up the general' fire. his post of duty. Those in the block-1.ouse reserve your fire Many a time the young American let until the enemy advance. When they get his gaze wander toward the town. on their feet, fire as fast and as straight Where was Smithson? Had he been as you can. If you don't pot a few of waylaid further in? them we are as good as finished, boys." If he was dead and his message unde-Hal next picked up the Mauser which livered, things would go hard with the he bad fired, secured the cartridge box of scouting party beleagu ered in the block one of the wounded Spaniards, and house. dodged into the block-house. "They may hear our firing from the There was a rude set of stairs, leading town, though the wind's against it," renp to a tiny conning tower 011 the top. Hal. "Even if they do hear us, Standing here, the young lieutenant they may think that we are Cubans. YOU'RE NOT IN IT IF YOU DON'T READ ABOUT NICK CARTER.


10 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. Reinforcements aren't Jikely to start until the officer in command there re ceives my dispatch.,, The Spaniards by this time had cov ered half of the distance from the first point of attack. They liad covered it, too, with losses that were not severe enough to discourage them. "Lieutenant?" bailed one of the ser geants from below. "Yes?" ''Ammunition out rn the trenches is running low.,, ''How many rounds?'' "About twelve or fifteen on an aver age.'' Our hero gave a gasp of dismay. To add to the peril of th<::, position the Spanish bugles were sounding all along the line. "They're getting ready to drop skir mishing tactics and try a rush," Maynard. If the enemy did do this, and had the grit to come through a sharp fire, they would soon be hand to hand with the American scouts. ''Aim too low rather than t()O high,'' called out our hero. Boys you want to do some pretty shooting now. If we don't check tlrnt advance we're done for.'' And added to himself: "I doubt if we'll check it!" CHAPTER IV. THE ATTACK AND RESCUE. "Cease firing!" Some of the soldiers in the trenches were still shooting -whenever a head shoTVed itself. "If there is an assault," be went on, "we'll need every cartridge to handle the rqsh with. Don't waste a shot. Don't fire a shot as long as the rascals stay where they are. Shoot only when you see them coming." His men nodded, waiting coolly. Probably there was not one in the de tachment so dull as to imagine the prospect to be hopeful, but it is a peculiar fact that trained soldiers are apt to be coolest in moments of the greatest peril. "When the assault begins," went on Hal, calculating])', "never mind how hot the row may be on some other side of you. Let each man stand just where he is now, until-until--" Hal hesitated before he finished truth-fully: "Until the finish!'' "All right, lieutenant." "Count o n us." "You've got the right stuff :in you, men," cried Hal, admiringly. "Now one more bit of advice. If get hand to hand with those fellows, and you find them coming too fast, don't turh to run. You'll find that we can give_ them more to think about if we stand close together. If the enemy get too close, fix your bayonets without waiting for the order." Hal did not tell what was pa:;sing in his mind. He had come down out of the tower, and with the loaded Mauser in his hand, had taken his place in one of the trenches. He had a presentiment that, if the enemy got to close quarters, he would be killed in the beginning of the rush. This, iu the low state of ammunition, "Not even a flag around to get a last would not do. glimpse at,'' he murmured. "There is going to be an assault, men, Just then his eye caught sight of a I reckon." crude metallic emblem of Old Glory Hal's voice sounded earnest but_ carep inned to one of the soldier's sombreros. free as he spoke to his soldiers. Im: olmrtarily Maynard's hand went up NICK CARTER HAS SEVERAL BOY ASSISTANTS.


STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 11 to his own sombrero, lifting it in a last salute to the flag. "Now, I'm ready for whatever must come," he felt. Around, out by the enemy's lines, all was ominously still. Only a few were visible, and of them only the tops of their straw hats showed. Yet the youu lieutenant could not help feeling that something was corning soon. That lull meant something. He was right. Suddenly on the clear morning air rose the quick, sharp notes of Spanish bugles sounding the charge. They were up, and coming on, the enemy! "Don't fire-wait for the word!" warned Hal. He waited, himself in a fever of sus pense, watching the ontusliing lines. "Don't shoot, boys, but take aim, and be ready." The Spaniards were yelling now. From the failure of the Americans to fire upon them, the dusky soldiers concluded that the men at the block-house were out of ammunition. It was to be an easy victory. The little brown men were confident, happy. "Steady!" came Hal's warning prepa ration and then : "Fire!" That thin Hne of red that shot along the rifle trenches did splendid work against the enemy. Gap after gap was visible in the Spau ish ranks. The foe halted, then flopped to the earth. "Give them the same when they get up!" cheered Hal. "Boys, we're good for a volley or two yet!', "You bet!" came the vociferous cry. If they were to be annihilated," they meant to die gamely. Once more the bugle gave them ing that the enemy were ready to rise and come on. "Fire now at will, but make eyery bullet count," ordered the young com mander. What a blazing a11d crackling there was! But the Spanish, evidently urged on by their officers, faltered no more. Where gaps occurred, they closed them up as best they could, and still came on. "TJ1e finish!" gritted Hal, compressing his lips aud firing as fast as he could take steady aim. New bugle calls smote the air. Hal fairly jumped, his blood bounding through bis veins. "The American calls?" he cried, jubilantly. "Boys do you hear that?" On the air was borne to them a far away but sturdy cry of: "Remember the Maine!" Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r It was the first vol ley of the support coming up-fired at far-off range, but causing a stampede among the Spaniards. Several of the latter fell, a taste of what the execution would be when the oncoming column got nearer. ''Pump your last cartridges into them, boys!" roared the commander. "Fire fast as you want to now!" He blazed away himself until he saw the late attacking forces waver and then fall back. Running around on the town side of the block-house, Maynard beheld a glori ous sight. The first battalion of a United States infantry regiment was in full view on the near side of the hill. The second battalion was just coming into sight on the crest. No wonder the Spaniards ran I A full regiment of United States infantry was NICK CARTER TELLS YOU .TUST HOW A DETECTIVE IS TRAINED.


STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. far too much for them in the unprotected open. The need of action over, our hero stood leaning against the block-house, which furnished welcome support. His men crawled out of the trenches, hunting for the shady side of the structure and sat there fanning themselves. As for the foe, they continued to re treat until they were out of sight. At a steady tramp, tramp, on came the support. Hal, studying the colors through his glass, saw that the reinforcements comprised the whole of the gallant Twenty-second United States Infantry. With soldierly stride the regiment came on, Hal's command leaping to their feet to cheer as the column came up. "Got through in time, eh?" greeted Lieutenant Smithson, rushing up and dis mounting. He was greatly surprised by Hal's answer: "You saved my life, old man." "Nonsense," replied the second lieu tenant. ''Fact.'' "But you could have held out for fifteen minutes yet." i: Not for three. Our ammunition was all but gone. I bad a presentiment that, if the enemy got close to us, I would have been killed.'' "Glad I got through, then, as soon as I did,'' was Smithson's cheerful rejoinder. Now the regiment's colonel rode up, saying: "Lieutenant Maynard, I am ordered to hold this position until u1y orders are changed. If you encounter more than you cau attend to further Qn on the road, I am ordered to send you such help as you need." "Thank you, colonel. I shall give my men five minutes' rest, and then push forward.'' The colonel noc1_ded his approval. At the end of five minutes by the watch, Lieutenant Smithson, at our hero's order, gave the command to fall in. Marching down to the road, the detachment turned once more toward the in terior. "You had a tough time, then?" ques tioned Smithson, walking beside our hero's horse. "Tough? If you had reached us five minutes later, you'd have found us cleaned out, and the Twenty-second would now be engaged in taking the position from the Spanish. 11 "I hurried, too." "I'm sure you did, old man." "If you weren't," laughed Smithson, "yon could tell by the wet condition of your horse. I made him pound the road, r can tell you!" "You had a tough time getting away, Smithson.'' "For a minute or two, yes; but your overhead fire saved me. Jove, I'm sorry I missed the whole of the fight. I was only in time to see the boys of the Twentysecond pour in their long range fire." "Sorry you missed the fight, eh t" smiled Hal. "You bet!" "Don't let it worry you, my boy. You'll see plenty of fight before an hour goes by." "Think so?" "Rather!" was Hal's energetic re sponse. "Why, my boy, this is country that the Spaniards know like a book. Yon 'll find the hills and woods full of block-houses and rifle pits ..... They'll be prepared to stop us every few hundred If we chase them out, you'll find them ready to give the same bother over again at the next stopping place. In the rest of our two miles we're sur(! to have five or six fights." "ALLEE SAME, BULLEE NICK CARTER!"


STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 13 "'l'hat's what I like to hear," replied Smithso1, enthusiastically. "How long are you out of West Point?'' "This year's class." "I thought so," replied Hal. "I've been doing little else but fight since April. Do you know what I'd like to see, Smithson?'' "What?" "Peace." Smithson opened his eyes very wide. "For such a terror in a fight as you are, Mr. Maynard, I can't understand the sentiments you are giving me. What keeps you here?'' ''Duty,'' was the laconic answer. "And you don't like fighting?" ''Never did.'' "By Jove," murmured Smithson, thoughtfully, "I've heard other officers who've seen a good deal of service talk the same way. Maybe wh e n I've seen more I shan't care so much about it, either." "It's one thing," went on Maynard, earnestly, "to like fighting, and another thing to do it when its necessary to up hold justice and right.'' "But speaking of fighting--" "You'll know a little more about it very soon, unless I'm mistaken,'' broke in our hero, pointing ahead. Sitting in saddle, and being therefore higher up, he had caught the first glimpse, as they came over a rise in the road, of a block-house less than a quarter of a mile away. "Don't halt your men, lieutenant," Hal continued, dropping the social tone for the business one, "but be ready to order them down on the ground the second we're fired on!" There was not a man in the command uow, but knew what it meant to attack a block-house. There was no hurrah business-no light hearts in the detachment. It was serious, deadly business from which not all of the good fellows now marching could hope to come out alive! Second Part. CHAPTER V. ANOTHER BLOCK-HOUSE CAPTURED. Thirty seconds later a jet of red burst from the neare:;t side of the block-house. At the sa:ne instant came the or<;ier: "Lie down!" Hal was already dismounted and lead ing his horse. As the first burst of bullets swept over them, he dodged into the thicket. Leaving the animal there, he returned to the edge of the road taking up his stand by a tree. ''Answer the fire,'' he directed Smith son. "Tell the men to aim altogether at the firing slit of the block-house, unless some of the enemy should directly.expose themselves." Right soon the crackling began, the Americns doing brisk work with the ammunition they had gained from the Twenty-second. ''Try a short advance,'' urged Hal. Eighteen yards proved the limit of the advance. The Americans lost a man wounded in getting that far. "Shot through the shoulder, eh?" askeci Hal, crouching over to the unfor tunate one. -"Yes, sir." "And nowhere else?" "No, sir." "Lie where you are, then, until we get the rascals out of that block-house. As soon as you can go along the road without putting yourself uniler fire, get back to the town." The Nick Carter Weekly Contains The Best Detective Stories Written.


STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. i-<'I'd rather go on, sir," urged the soldier, wistfully. "How far could you get with a ball in the right shoulder?" ''I could fire a few more shots,'' pleaded the earnest fellow. "Don't attempt it," reJoined Hal. "Report back on wounded list at the first field hospital you can find." "All right, sir, but the wounded patriot heaveda sigh of disappointment. "They're standing us off too well, old chap," muttered Hal, returning to his second in command. Take half of the boys, and work around to the other side of the hill. Keep up a hot line on the firing slit of the block-house." "A dash?" snggested Smithson. "Yes, if you want to lose two-thirds of your men. If you want to there the most sensible way, let them crawl on their stomachs. Fire back, too, if you 're fired on too heavily." Smithson proved himself a good soldier by obeying orders strictly. It was twenty minutes before Hal heard a full, steady, regular fire which showed tJrnt Smithson's detachment was at last in place. For the next ten minntes the firing was brisk. "I'll take a look at Smithson," decided our hero. In working around to the other's position he followed the same tactics he had ordered, crawling like a snake over the most sheltered route he could find. Two bullets passed through his sombrero; a third struck his sabre hilt, while a fourth nearly disabled his Manser rifle. But he reached Smithson unwounded. "Had one of my boys in getting around here," reported the second lieutenant. "Ever since then I've been trying to find a chance to advance, bnt the fire is too hot." "The enemy have plenty of ammu"ni tion, too," observed Hal. "You think so?" ''I'm sure of it by the way they fire. This isn't the first time, yott know, .that I've been against Spaniards." "It'll require an hour or more, then, to take that block-house," groaned Smithson, who wanted to do everything in a hurry. "An hour?" echoed Hal. "It would take hours, besides which we would fall out of ammunition before the enemy did." "You're not going to give up the attempt r" queried Smithson, disappointedly. "I'tn going to give up the effort to take it without help," rejoined Lieutenant Maynard, decidedly. "It would be glorious to take the posi tion w\tlrout sending back for help," uq,ed Smithson. "Yes, but foolhardy. We've but forty men against thirty, and they've the advantage of being where we can't hit them. Let me have one of your men." "For courier's work?" "Yes." "Joblin will do that best." "Joblin," dire. cted Hal, as that soldier crawled forward, "go down the hill, get my horse, ride to the colonel, and tell him, with my compliments, what we've found here. Tell him that I think a battalion will do the trick as quickly as it can be done." "Yes, sir." Joblin turned to go, but half rose, in order to get more quickly off on his m1ss1011. It w as a foolhardy thing to do, for the air was full of bull e t s I "Man roared Hal "alt dow+< h lJ, Joblin obeyed, involuntarily. He THE NICK CARTER WEEKLY COSTS ONLY FIVE CENTS.


lurched forwud-struck, but came from 1dm. STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 15 no groan day's style of fighting is more bloody tlJan I had looked for." "Another man, Mr. Smithson." ''Balley l1ad better go. '' "Did you hear to the other man, r'' qnes6oned Hal. ''Ypc-.ri ..... ,, ,.. -..J l .. .: .. c;o, sir. "Then go, but be more careful." "Yes, sir." Balley started off, while Hal crept over to Joblin. The poor fellow had been shot through the hip. His face was white and set, but he uttered no complaint. "It was my own fault, sir," said Joblin through his set teeth. "The ball came out," discovered Hal, inspecting the wound. "I'll bind it up for you, my boy. When the relief comes we'l1 get you back to town.'' In a few mom en ts our hero had the wound as well attended to as it could be done until Joblin could reach a surgeon. As our hero turned ab out, he s lipped throwing up one hand to recover his balance. Zip! Something skin'!med the knuckles of the hand. "Grazed by a ball," muttered Maynard. "Only a scratch and I'm lucky." Just ahead of him on the ground lay a stick. Reaching out for it the young lieutenant hoisted his sombrero on the end of the stick b _eing careful to keep the hand close to the ground. In no more than five seconds four bullets passed through the sombrero "See that," propounded Hal Smithson's side and exhibiting the hat. "On a charge up the hill we'd last per. haps fifteen yards before the last one of us got dropped.'' "I reckon you're right," acknowledged the second lieutenant. "War is very different to what I thought it was At the Point I used to think that the s e lie down skirmish tactics were non s ense. To"How can it be otherwise," demanded Hal. "There are thirty men over there just beyond us. Each one is capable of firing twenty-three shots a minute, and we're so close that it doesn't take good marksmanship to hit us." "We're running low on ammunition, sir," reported a sergeant, crawling up to where the two officers stood. "Pass the word around to the men," was Hal's order, "to confine themselves to sharpshooting unless the Spaniards try to come out and rush us, and I don't be lieve they will." As soon as the American fire slacked up, the Spanish fire did the same. "That's first rate," confided our hero to his second in command. "The enemy are running short of cartridges, too. u "We'll soon get them, then.'' When the battalion I've sent for comes up." Smithson sighed. He would have much prefered to see a spirited charge. He was likely to learn, before many more days, that the commander who succeeds with the least loss of life is the best com mander. To their rear a bugle sounded. "Thank Heaven," muttered Hal, fer vently, as he glanced back and saw a battalion deploying into line of skirmish. Then there came another bugle call, a signal to his own men to lie ll'IW. In a minute more the battalion's fire swept against the block-house. There were sharpshooters with that support, and getting into good position they made things lively for the firing slit of the little fort. "Thos.e chaps are done for," muttered Hal, as he saw the fire from the block house become fainter and fainter. ''Pass NICK CARTER IS THE KING OF THEM ALL.


16 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. the word, Mr. Smithson, and we'll pull embers of a fire. Into these embers were out.'' Five minutes later the scouting party was on the road, with a captured block house to the rear. Knowing the danger of surprises, Lieu tenant Hal detailed two scouts to go ahead on the right Bank, and two more on the left. "Those fellows are us," re ported Lieutenant Smithson, as, after ten minutes more of marching, the two men ahead on the left waved back urgent sig nals from the brow of a low hill. "They want the whole command, evi dently," observed Maynard, after watch ing the signals. "Left oblique, Mr. Smithson. Caution the men to go quietly, too." Only two or three minutes later Hal, crouching at the brow of the hill and looking down on the other side, saw a scene that made his blood run cold and then hot. CHAPTER VI. thrust three irons. On the Cuban's arms, legs and chest were several dark-br9wn spots where the flesh had been burned crisp. The woman was tm- r:. that the harmed, but 1t was toward man bound to the tree cast ma1fy an anguished look. "You are coming to your senses,

STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 17 not put a stop, forever, to just such brute;] scenes as you are this moment enacting? Yes, I do love the Americans! Not all the tortures you can devise would make me consent to the infamy y ou suggest.'' ''We 1TtP,.. 1 J '"1 ;aru. Turning to one of his men, he ordered: ''Andrea s, another touch.'' What followed happened before gasping Hal could shout a protest. Springing to his feet as nimbl y as a panther, the soldier addressed sprang to his feet. Bending over the fire, he snatched up one of the irons, wheeled about like a flash and held the glowing end close to the victim's right leg. "Touch his flesh!" jeered the captain. Sizz-zz The horrified spectators above could hear and smell the victim's flesh burn. "0-o-oo-oh !11 groaned the miserable Cuban. "How much longer will you be able to endure this ?11 laughed the captain. "While life lasts, 11 came the indomitable answer. The words were spoken with a ring of sincerity that showed the boast to be no mere idle talk. "Car-r-r-ram ba 11 snarled the Span iard. "It is easy to see that you are a stul:>born dog. You love this island, which you dare to call your country. Let us see if you also love your s ister. The Cuban's face, at this cunning threat, now took on a more ghastly hue than even the torture had been able to bring out. "We ha v e interested y ou, now, 11 spoke the Spanish captain, eagerly. A h, well why not yield at once, and s ave your sister the first touch of torture?'' Though the Cubau's lips twitched, he remained silent. Not so his sister. "Do not heed them, Manuel, 11 she spoke, bravely. "We will show them, you and I, that even the Cuban women have more courage than the 11 "I believe,. you to be brave, senorita, 11 retorted the captain, turning and raising his hat with a mocking smile. "But let us s ee whether your brother is brave enough to see you endure the tor ture that he is stubborij enough to suffer himself.'' ''If you are not, my brother,'' ap pea1'd the girl, striving, though in vain, to raise her head sufficiently to look into her dear one's face, "shut your eyes and numb your ears while I prove to these dastards that the Cuban women are as worthy of the name as the Cuban men. 11 Manuel groaned once more. "Do you weaken?" questioned the captain, with his searching eyes still on the man's face. "No !11 "But consider--" "I can consider nothing, 11 was the abrupt reply. "I refuse to be a party to any scheme for Amer!can ruin.'' "Then your sister--" "Will bless the chance I ki10w, 11 answered Manuel, proudly, "to become a martyr to her country. 11 "We shall sef', 11 snorted tbe enemy. Turning, he gazed devouringly at the girl. She, seeing the wolfish look in his eyes, s huddered "You are very handsome, senorita,,, he leered. She glared back defiantly at her tor mentor, but made no reply. "It would be a sin to see you suffer," smiled the. captain, mockingly) while his EVERYONE KNOWS NICK CARTER.


18 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. two lieutenants gathered clo s er to watch the infamous drama. "You are ready to sacrifice yourself f0r Cuba, senorita." "Always," came the passionate answer. "I wonld die, now, if I could first remove so dastardly an enemy as you.'' "But' as to your beauty? Most women prize that." "It is little to me." "You would sacrifice it, then?" "Al ways for my country-or for our allies." "We shall see. 1 am going to put you to the test.'' With which savagely uttered words, the captain wheeled quickly upo; the brother. That poor fellow was reeking with cold sweat. His eyes had in them the wild look of the maniac. His lips twitched, while his breath came in spasmodic gasps. "What do you say now, Senor Manuel Morilla ?" demanded the Spaniard. By an effort the Cuban managed to reply: "I say nothing." "You are still my brother, then," murmured the girl, proudly. "Senor Manuel, let me tell you what we are about to do to your sister. In a moment I shall put a question to you. If yon do not say yes-well, we shall use this!" From a sheath at his belt the Spaniard drew out a keen-edged knife. "1'he first refusal shall cost your sister an ear-the right ear, let us say. The second refusal means the other eaf. Next the eyes shall be put out, one after the other. In two minutes from now, 'if you do not yield, we shall have made the senorita Anita one of the most pitiful, repulsive creatures that ever walked foe earth." "Yes, you will-not!" watching Hal, vengefully. "In two rnm utes, captain, you sha11 be face to face with your patron, the devil!" Noiselessly, Hal reached for liis revolver. -. '"' the seen So absorbed had he bee1h11 that he was hardly aware of what his men had been doing. Now a glance showed hilll that the were disposing of themselves along the slope, each seeking a position from which he could do effective work. "These boys in blue are all right," muttered Hal, approvingly. So carefully had they taken their places of observation that no warning Jiad been giveH to the Spaniards. "Do you agree to onr demands?" queried the Spaniard, persistently. The Cuban did not. reply, this time, even by a groan. He s eemed about to faiut. Had he not been tied as he was, he would doubtless have fallen to the ground. ''Carramba, then, since you will have it so,,, One step the Spaniard took toward the helpless girl, then paused to run his thumb gloatingly along the edge of the blade. As he did so, he turned to look over his shoulder at the agonized brpther. Tlrat poor wretch had shut his eyes, or else they had closed mvolnntarily from faintness. "Prepare, senorita, to feel the pleasure of suffering for your country,,, sneered the Spaniard, turning once more to regard her. Then he t ook a ste p toward her. 'rhe next would have carried him to the side of the still unflinching girl. Bnt he never took that step. From up on the brow of foe hill a HA VE YOU BEEN INTRODUCED TO ROXY?


sharp shot rang out from Hal revolver. STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 19 Maynard's A frightful vo1ley swept the thicket. Through the dastard's brain crashed that well-aimed ball, sending the dead man to earth in a heap. Right on the heels of the first shot a swift, irregular volley rang out. Dead men were piling np fast in the gnlly. The two lieutenants lay beside their captain. "Los Yankees! Cnbanos To arms!" shouted a sargento, striving to rally his surviving comrades. "To the death! No quarter to any of them!" rang back the American cry. CHAP'I'ER VII. A BRAVE MAN. Mercy is not born of battle. When enemies hate each other-and enemies generally do-the thought of be i11g merciful to the foe does not come llll til the heat of the fight is over. Uncle Sam's regulars, in battle, are able to fire more than twenty shots a minute. Lieutenant Hal's men now pumped lead into the enemy up to the limit. Before that leaden storm nothing could live that encoutered it. Like chaff before the breeze the Span iards fell. Before they could get their guns, and aim for the reply, the company was all but wiped out. A half a dozen of the little brown sol diers, realizing the bitter hopelessness of the fight, tnrned to run. After them Hal's men turned their rifles, bringing down three of them after their first leaps toward safety. A moment later the fourth was brought down. Only two escaped into the brush. Cr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-rack Death stalked in there to look for the two fngitives. There was also still some firing down into the gully. Some of Uncle Sam's men, blinded to passion by the fiendish sight they had just witnessed, had deter mined that the wounded were not fit to live. "No firing on injured men!" rang Hal's resolute command over the popping rifles. But a few of the men either failed to hear, or refused to obey. "This firing on the wounded must go no further!" grated Hal, springing to his feet. Swish! Out came his sabre. Raising it aloft, he darted down the hillside into the thick of his own men's fire. It was a courageotis thing to do, for death was busy there. One shot, not intended for him, whirled off our hero's already riddled sombrero. Another struck him in the calf of his left leg. A dozen more whizzed about him, but Hal kept on 1111. til he stood among the wounded, holding up his sabre. In the meantime, Lieutenant Smithsan, equally gallant, was rn1111ing back of his squad calling out to the firing ones to cease. But it was the apparition of Lieutenant Maynard, at the focussed point of danger, that had the most effect in calling the men to their se11ses. As if by magic the 5hooting ceased. "Lieutenant," our hero called to Smithson, "send down a sergeant and ten men to look after the wounded.'' With that, Hal bounded to the side of the girl strapped to the cot. Her eyes were closed. There was no sign of breathing. Hal's heart gave a great throb, but a "THE LIVING TARGET" IS GREAT.


STA.RRY FLAG WEEKLY. second and longer glance showed that there was no sign of blood about her. She had not been shot, then. Uncle Sam's men in blue, excited as they had been, had carefully refrained from firing too close to the senorita. With his sheath knife Hal slashed away the straps, seated himself at the head of the litter and took her bead in heard what passed. We interfered when the moment came. Take a little of this for strength. '' Our hero held the flask to the other's lips. Marilla took a swallow eagerly, then pushed the flask away. "My sister?" he asked, tremulously. "We will go to her," was Hal's soothmg answer. his lap. ''She is unhurt?'' "Have any of you men a drop of "Absolutely." liquor?'! be asked. "I thank God for that. Senor, your One of the soldiers banded over a coming was almost more than a proviflask, from which Maynard poured a few dence. I fainted, I imagine, before your drops into the girl's mouth. men ceased firing.'' But it took a second, and a third small While the Cuban was speaking, Hal dose, to open her eyes. had slowly turned him around. "You are safe, senorita," declared Now they saw the Senorita Anita on Hal, in Spanish. "Now I will give your her feet. She had struggled up from the brother a moment's attention." litter, filled with a sister's solicitude. Laying her head down tenderly on the "Wait, senorita," bailed Hal. "We litter, Hal paused an instant to note the are coming to you." way that the squad under the sergeont She had o vertaxed her strength. She attended to the wounded. would have fallen had not Hal, support" You 're doing well, boys," he ob-ing her brother, called to a soldier who i;;erved. "Don't be rough. Remember sprang forward and clutched at the girl's that the enemy, when wounded, are en-arm. titled to as tender care as our own boys." "Get them both out of here," ordered The gently spoken admonitiou, with Hal. ''This is no place for a woman. no reference to the late excited and un-Senorita, be kind enough to sit 011 the generous conduct of some of them, had litter, and two of our good fellows will its effect upon the men. carry you up the slope." They went about more softly, handled Anita 11nresistingly obeyed, and two the wounds of the Spanish with a more of the soldiers carried the litter up out of tender touch. the gully, beyond the scene of carnage. Mercy glides in, after the battle! "Throw your arm around my neck, After producing this effect, Lieutenant Senor Marilla," urged Hal. "By doing Maynard stepped over to the tree to so, yon will find walking much more which the young Cuban was bound. easy." A few slashes liberated Senor Marilla. He helped the brave young Cnban half He was half unconscious-much too way up the slope, then halted a few weak to stand. Hal supported him with )noments under the shade of a tree, sendhis left arm, while his right hand sought ing one of the men for the Cuban's cloththe Cuban's in a warm clasp. ing, which lay on the ground close to the "Senor Marilla," thrilled the Arneri-tree under which he had suffered so can, "I salute yon as a brave man. I much. EVERYONE, EXCEPT CRIMINALS, LIKE NICK CARTER.


STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 21 "One of our doctors will put oil on those burns,'' suggested Maynard, as the Cuban, with many a wincing, drew on his attire over that seared, sore flesh. In a little while Marilla was able to be assisted up to where his sister sat under another tree with two soldiers offering her food and water, while others looked interestedly on. _Smithson, too, hovered near by, for the Cuban girl was pretty and the yonng second lieutenant was impressionable. In fact, Smithson looked slightly disappointed when Hal murmured in his ear: "We'd better go down below, old chap. We must find out how many we've killed and wounded, and bury the former.'' ''There onght to be a special grade of non-commissioned officers to do that work," grumbled Smithson, but he readily e110ugh. Twenty-eight killed, forty-four wounded-that was the terrible count-up. All three of the officers were among the perished. "As for you, you miserable scoun drel," apostrophized Hal, looking down into the captain's face, malignant look ing even in death, "I am not sorry for my bullet. As for these chaps," he went on, turning to look at the two lieutenants, they may have been made of bet ter stuff. I 110pe they were." "All Spaniards look alike to me," spoke Smithson, cynically. Hal gave him a swift look, but uttered no reproving reply. "The young man will know more, as soon as he has seen more of the real hor rors of war," thought the first lieutenant. "He's a good fell cw, and a gallant one, but he has the same savage feelings that I felt when I first made fighting my profession." "Set a burial detail to work," Hal or dered, aloud, and then went back to see how the work of caring for the wounded was going on. Every American soldier in the field carries a package of things needed for the first aid to the wounded. These packages were open, now, and, under the spurring words of their com mander, the soldiers were doing generous work for the bleeding enemy. Two of the Spaniards died while heing attended. These were added to the heaps in the trenches. ''See that the trenches are well cov ered, and that some kind of a slab is put up telling how many soldiers and officers lie here,'' directed Hal, and then has tened back to the two Cupans. They had considerably recovered by this time. Manuel Morilla now lay on the litter, while the Senorita Anita sat beside it and held his hand. "Are you able to talk now?" queried Hal, seating himself on the ground by the other side of the litter. "Si, senor, but if I talked until the sun goes down, I could not begin to ex press my gratitude to you for--'' "We have no time to talk about that now," broke in Hal, briskly, "and it would not be worth while if we had. Now, senor, to business. I have served in the Cuban army, find, if I mistake not you are an officer in it." "I am a lieutenant colonel," replied the young man, with a flush of pride. "You belong to Garcia's army?" "Si, senor. I went out from Daiquiri last night with a party of Cuban scouts. We were surprised, and all my men killed. Those who were only wounded the Spaniards dispatched with machetes. Me, alone, they spared. I was expected back in town with news of the Spaniards' whereabouts. fiends whom you NICK CARTER IS THE PRINCE OF ALL.


22 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. rightly down were trying to make me swear that I would carry false news and lead the American troops into an ambush. Last night my sister slept in a house back of the town where I thought she was safe. The fiends found her, and brought her here. They tried, by torturing us both, to make us fall in with the Spanish plans, and force us to lead the first Americau brigade to defeat and death." "Again I thank you for your grit," exclaimed Hal, pressing Morilla 's hand warmly. "But I must tell yon, senor, bow the Spaniards are really disposed along the road.'' "BY doing so, you will win my gratitude. It was just for that I came out here.'' "Have you a penCil, senor." Hal handed him one. "And some paper ?n "To the death, I think, senor, for they hate the Yankees even more than they do the Cubans." "Whew!" muttered Hal. "The plan was to send a or two to Siboney by easy stages. We expected to be in possession there by noon, or early in the afternoon." "Senor, if but one or two regimeu.ts attempt to get to Siboney they will be shot down like sheep," replied Morilla, going on to mark in the positions of more battalions. "Great Scott!" palpitated Hal, opening his eyes wide with surprise. "We expected nothing but a few skirmishes. If we don't have a fight this side of there, we'll have a pitched battle near Siboney." "Here are two more battalions to go on the map," added Morilla, marking them d own. A few sheets of this also came out of "And within three-quarters of a mile our hero's haversack. of here!" "Be kind enough to help me to sit up, "If they haven't moved, seno.r." senor," and Hal did so1 getting at his Smithson came up at this moment to back. report that the burial detail had done its With rapid strokes Morilla sketched a work, and that the wounded were as plan of the surrounding country. well" attended to as could be done. "Why, that is nothing less than an ex"Lieutenant," replied Hal,. "there are cellent map," cried Lieutenant Maysupposed to be two battalions of the. 11ard. enemy close to us. 1 "Before the war, senor, I was a civil The young second lieutenant looked engineer," and Morilla went on sketch-astonished. ing. "Send out eight men by twos to recon"Now, here is the disposition of the noitre for two or three hundred yards troops at two o'clock this morning," ahead. Go with one of the pairs yourself. added the Cuban, marking in the mun-Post a man here to watch for any signals her of the Spanish battalions and the po-that you may want to send back. 11 sitions they occupied. Smithson started with fire in his eye. "They hold every hill of any co11se-He was burning to distinguish himself quence between here and Siboney," ut-that day. Every order that meant a tered Hal. charice of fig i 1ting or risk delighted him. "That is true, senor." "He's a in embryo," mused "Will they fight resol a.tely." Hal, g azing after his s econd in command. "NICK CARTER'S DETECTIVE SCHOOL" IS FINE.


-STARRY FLA.G WEEKLY. 13 Then he pulled out and began to write. his dispatch book "Go as fast as you can and remember that "Senor Morilla," he explained; as he finished writing, '' l am going to detail two men to carry you back on this litter. Your sister must accompany you, for, once among the Americans at Daiquiri, she will be safe. I am also sending a message back. 'With your permission I will keep this map until I have been able to find out whether the Spaniards occupy the same positions they did when you came through.'' "Lieutenant Smithson is signaling, sir," called the man who had been posted. Hal sprang to his feet, running up to the top of the hill. Smithson stood on a hillside, two hun dred yards away, swinging his sword. "By Jove!" muttered Hal, "he's us ing the regular signal code. He wants to know if I understand what he is saying." Drawing his sabre, our hero made the passes which spelled: "Y-e-s." "Spaniards coming," signaled back Smithson. "'l'wo battalions, I think." "How near is the advance?" waved back Hal. Back came the startling news: "Within about a hundred yards!" CHAPTER VIII. we shall cover your retreat while a man lasts. And you," calling up another sol dier, _'carry this dispatch on the run to the commander of the nearest American troops.'' The recalled scouts had covered more than half the distance in when the ad vance of the Spaniards showed their heads over the neighboring hills. Hal, with his men lying down, was ready for them with a fierce volley. It was answered by a hot but useless volley from the Spanish. Smithson, with his eight men showed a disposition to stop where he was, but Hal shouted out: "Don't fight there, sir. Work your men in as safely as you can." Reluctantly enough Smithson gave up his notion of fighting where he was, and brought his men in creeping, Hal and his men making the air as -hot for the enemy as possible. "Hold this hill, sir?" questioned the young lieutenant, as soon as he reached the main party. "Not by a jugful," was Hal's vehem ent answer. "We've got to cover the re treat of that litter, but we'll fall back on our reserve as fast as we can consistently." A minute later the retreat began. FORWARD! The Spaniards followed up their ad" Come back! Call in all scouts! vantage eagerly, but every time that our Hurry!" hero's men halted and fired they did so That was the peremptory order that to such good advantage that the enemy Hal flashed to Smithson. wavered somewhat. The situation was more than serious. At the same time, the enemy's fire With the enemy in overwhelming force wounded three of our hero's men, who within three hundred yards, Hal Maynow had to be helped along the road. nard realized the peril of escorting a lit-In the meantime, the courier with the ter that could not be carried at more than dispatch had made good use of his legs. a fast walk. Fortunately the battalion of support, "Start that litter now," he ordered. hearing the firing, had started forward, NICK CARTER IS EVER UP-TO-DATE.


114 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY, metting the courier before he was far on the way. How that battalion came moving into the fight. There was no hurrah bus iness, but the soldiers moved as if they meant to get on the spot as quickly as possible. Turning, Hal saw that litter go through the support line. "Our work is done,'' he called out. "Fall back, and assemble behind the sup port.'' Saying which, Maynard gave an arm to one of the wounded men, Smithson helping another. Seeing this move, the battalion fired over their heads, with such good effect as to keep the enemy too low to do effec tive work upon the fugitives. At best it was an exciting run. Had the Spaniards been braver, Lieutenant Hal would have lost a large percentage of his command. As it was, he retreated through the support line without any more losses. Here, after seeing that the litter con taining Morilla was well on its way to Daiquiri, Hal sought out the major com manding the battalion. "How much further do your orders take you, lieutenant?" queried the senior officer. boys breathing time, and then I mean to push by, and sneak along the flanks of the "Good heavens, boy, don't do that," expostulated the major. "If you get past these Spaniards, you are likely to find small command between two bodies of the enemy." "I would have that misfortune, sir, if I were to keep to the road. Rut I think I kuow where all of the enemy are, and I don't mean to keep to the road.'' "Good luck to you, then, my boy," replied the major, but he looked uneasy. No sooner were Maynard's men in con dition to move than he led them further to the rear, plunged into the woods, and started by the enemy's flanks. "Still firing on both sides, without ad vancing," our hero to his second in command. "Without one side or the other gets more troops, the battle is like ly to last for hours." "'While we, sir--?" "Are going to push through Siboney, if we can make it.'' Smithson's eyes snapped with anticipa tion. The day's tactics were becoming more to his liking. "Stttdy this map," urged Maynard, pressing it into the second lieutenant's hands. "About three-quarters of a mile, sir." "I think I know it pretty well now, "And then?" sir," said Smithson, after five minutes "I am to use my discretion, major; more of tramping. but from what I have learned I should "You saw, then, that the next position not be surprised if I look iuto Siboney towe will pass is a quarter of a mile from day. There's a great game of strategy to here, where one company of the enemy be played." occupy trenches on either side of the road "You will wait until we get those felfrom which they can enfilade any adlows over yonder on the rnn ?" vancing force.'' "I fear, major, that that will t&ke too "I saw the position on the map." long," was the boy's dry answer. "Their "I want you to detach yourself, with position is as good as yours, and they eight men, and go to reconnoitre that have more than twice as many men. position." Instead of waiting, I am only giving my "Thank you," cried Smithson, eagerly. READ "BOB FERRET'S TROLLEY TRAIL."


STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. "Take no needless risks, and report back to me as quickly as you can.'' Full of vim, Smithson started off. Ten minutes later Hal Maynard stopped plump. He heard firing to the right. "Confound it," he muttered, uneasily, "has Smithson gotten himself into trouble? Left wheel, men. Double quick, march!" Before they had gone a lrnndred and fifty yards, they met eight men coming pell-mell through the brush, with three of their number slightly wounded. "What bas happened?" demanded Hal, though with a premonition of what the reply would be. "Ran into the Spanish, sir," replied one of the men. "Lieutenant Smithson thought he could take the trench." "And Lieutenant Smithson?" "Was captured, sir." "You eight men came bac:k to tell me that?" questioned Lieute11a11t Maynard, sternly. "We tried to save him, sir," protested the soldier, "but the game was too stiff." "Its uot too stiff for me, if I live," grated Hal, vaulting into the saddle of the horse he had been leadiug. "Smithson may be rash," he muttered under his breath, "but he is too brave a boy to desert in this fix. If I can't get him out, I don't want to come out of these Cuban woods alive." Then, in a low but firm tone,. he gave the order: "Forward!" CHAPTER IX, the campaign but that was clearly impos sible. His trim looking sword, only a few weeks in his possession, now dangled at the belt of a Spanish captain. His revolver with which he had learned to do such pretty shooting, was now, holster and all, the property of the Spanish lieutenant who sat under a near-by tree indolently smoking a cigarette. Som e of the soldiers had just carried away for burial two of the enemy's privates who Smithson had been impet uous enough to kill before he was obliged to surrender. Smithson had not been bound. Plainly the Spanish officer in command felt reasonably sure that this well-groomed Yankee pig would not succeed in eluding the vigilance of the pair of soldiers who stood guarding him with cocked rifles. "Confound the luck!" roared Smithson. He spoke in English, a language which the enemy did not understand, but they feared he might be calling to some prowling friend in the bush, and one of the sentinels, stepping quickly forward, dealt him a slap across tne mouth. "Confound your cheek!" bellowed Smithson, leaping to his feet. Heedless of the guns that were almost thrust in his face, he caught the ill-man nered sentinel by the shoulder, wheeled him about and administered a kick that hurt. Then there was commotion in the camp. The captain and his lieutenant hurried up, talking and gesticulating at once. Soldiers, sullen and scowling, poked their' rifles at him. A THRILLING RESCUE. But Smithson eyed the whole crowd Lieutenant Smithson sat on a grassy imperturbably. hammock under a cocoanut palm. "You won't shoot me," he jeered. He was nnrsing a grievance. Fate and "There'll be too many of your walnuthis own impetuosity had put him out of stained apes in the American guard pens. the fight. He wanted to get back into You'll need me to exchange for some of BOB FERRET IS ONE OF NICK CARTER'S DEFTEST PUPILS.


STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. them. Bluff all you want, yon little ttndersizelings, but you can't cause a wrinkle of worry to mar the smoothness of brow of Smith sou, "98." The Spaniards concluded to let it pass as a misunderstanding. Smithson resumed his seat on the hammock, and went on cursing at fate and the rashness that had Jed him into this fix. "Maynard has a level head, and has twice as much grit as I, into the bargain. He warned me about just such a fool move as I have gone and made. Perhaps I've lost half of my men, too. I don't know-it was all so sudden. Confound me-what an ass Pve been!" Smithson's nerves were working up to a dangerous pitch. He kicked a pebble so savagely that it bounded and struck one of the Spaniards in the calf of his leg. Then another complication threatened. The soldier complained to his captain, and the latter seemed more than half in clined to give ear to the complaint. "I wish you monkeys would kill me," muttered Smithson, disgustedly. "I can never face Maynard again!" But the storm blew over, without seri ous consequences, for the Spanish captain was sensible enough to realize that an American officer might have great future value for exchange purposes. "What an ass I was!" Smithsqn again exclaimed, in a tone full of disgust. "I might be poking around a free man through these woods, and getting many a shot at .the Spaniards, instead of being forced to sit here under the guard of these 9irty wretches.'' How the young secor:id lieutenant's heart would have bounded had he but known that at that moment Hal May nard 's resolute eye!? were surveying the camp from up the slope. Hal was there, and so were his men. Realizing how much of imperative duty he had yet to perform elsewhere .our hero did not propose to risk a pitched battle if it could be avoided, but he was determined to get Smithson out of his unenviable predicament. "Smithson is sorry for his rashness, and in a frame of mind to a rescue," nrnttered the young com1nander. Then he turned and retraced his steps to where two of his sergeants were ing. They were regulars who had been in the service some twenty years, steady, reliable men who had been often under fire in Indian campaigns and who had gained coolness. "I want you to divide the force up. Sergeant Gallupe, yon will station your squad just up ahead, prepared to cover my retreat. Sergeant Lawton, I want you to maneuvre your men over to the ene, my's left, prepared to give them a flank fire when Se rgeant Gallupe begins in front. Make it as hot as you can. I want the brown rascals to think they've been attacked by a superior force. Watch me, Gallupe, for I want you' to be ready on the instant when I start back." "When you start back?" repeated the sergeant, wonderingly. "Certainly. I am going into the enemy's camp alone." Gallupe and Lawton gasped. "On horseback, of course, 11 added Hal. "For God's sake, don't do it, lieutenant," urged Gallupe. "You will be shot to pieces. 11 "Somebody must go after Smithson. 11 "Won't yon lead us all down there, lieutenant? We can whip them." "We would lose too many men," explained H9.l. "This is a scouting detail, on serious business for the army, and I have no right to sacrifice so many lives. 11 "But, good heavens, lieutenant, if you JACK BURTON IS A PROMISING YOUNG DETECTIVE.


STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 27 go dow 11 th ere a 11 alone yon' 11 be slaughtered." ''I know its the chance. But I've no right to risk you all, neither can I leave Smithson to himself." "But lieutenant," urged the sergeant, with a tear or two in his eyes, "it's the height of rashness for you to go alone." "I believe," said Hal, with a ,slight smile, "that my rep11tation has been for something else than rashness." "Careful for your me11, yes, lieutenant, but can't you have some care for your self?" "Not in this case," negatived Hal, decisively. "If I get out of these woods alive, Smithson will be with me. Do your parts as I've instructed you, and leave the rest to Heaven." Saying which, Hal thrust his left foot into the stirrup. Up he went, securing a firm seat in saddle. As he picked up the bridl ,. 1is intelligent horse stepped forward. Trained in the cavalry, the beast seemed to know the need of caution. With as much apparent unconcern as if he expected merely to pot a squirrel, Lieutenant Hal's hand traveled back to his holster. Slowly unfastening the flap, he drew out his forty-five Colts, looked into the cylinder, and then threw bisgaze ahead once more. As he neared the top of the hill, he gave his steed a nudge with his knees tbat caused the animal to step as softly as a mouse would have done. paused for a moment. The trees screened him yet from the view of the enemy. "Slowly, old chap," whispered Hal, giving his horse its head once more. The ride down the slope had begun. "Graciouc; !" palpitated Hal, all of a sudden. Ahead he bad caught the unexpected glint of steel. Squarely in his path, not more than thirty feet ahead stood a picket of four Spanish soldiers he. had not seen before. Leaning upon guns to which the bayonets were fixed, and plainly with no notion of more enemies near, these Spamards were listlessly chatting when a pebble kicked by Hal's horse came rolling down the slope toward them. Now they became alert in a jiffy-in the same instant that Maynard made the only move left to him by urging bis liorse into a gallop. They saw him coming when he was almost upon them. There was but one thing left to do. Without time to aim and fire, the soldiers fell in by pairs. Each pair crossed their guns in the rider's path, opposing an effective barrier of steel. Effective? It seemed so. But it was already too late for our hero to rein up. "Go it old chap," yelled the young officer, and the splendid animal gave a longer leap. "Up-yah !" yelled Lieutenant Hal. Superbly his horse rose, clearing the barricade of bayonets interposed by the Spanish pickets. The beast went more slowly, too. Hal had time to sweep the brush in every airection. Hurrah! He touched ground again on the other side, leaving behind him the four most amazed soldiers in the Spanish Silent as so mauy spectres, his men army. crept to their places. They could not fire, now, for fear of At the very brow of the hill Maynard shooting into their own comrades. THE MOST FAMOUS CRIMES ARE TOLD IN NICK CARTER WEEKLY.


28 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. "Go it!" rattled Hal, digging in his spurs. Madly the beast rushed down the hill. It was only by a miracle that it did not stumble. Startled beyond discription, the Span iards encamped there leaped to their feet. "Another Yankee," laughed the Span ish captain. "Heaven is raining thei:i upon us to-day!" But the laughing look in his face died quickly out, for Hal swiftly raised his revolver. There was a snapping report, a flash, a tiny cloud of smoke. The Spanish cap tain would never commapd again! Straight to where Smithson stood raced our hero. The Spanish sentinels were compelled to dodge to avoid being run under hoofs. "Smithson, old chap!" "Maynard, you trump!" Crack! Hal's bullet keeled over one Spaniard who showed signs of recovering from the stampede. "Up with you, Smithson I Up be hind!" Hal's snorting horse reined up just at the side of the second lieutenant. It was an adventure after Smithson's own heart. He retrieved his former rashSergeant Gallttpe's squad had opened fire, and the foe were dropping on all sides. Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r Sergeant Lawton's squad sent in a murderous fire from the left flank. That latest attack fairly demoralized the enemy. They began to shoot, and went on shooting, but it was evident that they believed themselves to be attacked by a force much their superiors in num hers. "Hit, sir," reported Smithson, before they were halfway up the hill. "Where?" "In the back, confound it!" After them came a tempest of bullets. It was a wonder that Smithson was not riddled by this time. He had left to a comrade the place of danger. Hal paled slightly as he realized this. "Look out I Be ready!" came his warn ing cry. nwhat's up?" queried Smithson. "Going to change places. I'll ride the rear myself!" CHAPTER X. CONCLUSION. "No, sir! Won't hear of it," retorte ness, too, by his promptness now. Smithson. At the first command to mount he He was too late. Hal had alread made a flying leap into the air, clutching leaped to the ground from the back o at Hal, who sat as steady as a rock, and the rapidly traveling horse. throwing his legs sqnarely across the Holding by the animal's mane a fleet beast's back. ing instant to steady himself, Maynar Wheel! Maynard brought the horses' next caught at the beast's flanks as i head around like a flash. went by. Crack! And another Spaniard bit the Bound! He was up, and holding on t dust. Smithson to steady himself for a second. It had all been done in a twinkling. "Forward, old man-into the saddle!' Hal was headed up the slope by the time came Hal's commanding voice. that the Spaniards reached their weapons. "I'm in, sir. Follow me up tJ1e back.' They 11eeded them! Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r Holding on with one hand, Hal turne HOW DO YOU LIKE "THE HUMAN FLY?"


STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. 29 to send his four remaining shots into the last-weakening Spaniards. Fired on from two different directions, the Spaniards seemed not to know which way to shoot. By this time, half of tltem, in their exciteent, were snapping the l:ammers of their pieces upon empty magazines. Despite all this, Hal Maynard had never known a time when his fast-beating heart seemed so near his throat. Bullets zipped and chugged against the trees all about them. The heel of Hal's boot was carried away by a Mauser bullet. His tin cup, hanging beside his canteen was riddled by two balls. The rim of his sombrero was torn away on one side by a spitefully singing bullet that made him do

30 STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. tangle of grove and brush covering at least half an acre. "We're safe in there," promised Hal, ordering his detachment into the jungle. "Spaniards have learned to give such a spot a wide berth through fear of Cuban sharpshooters.'' Thoroughly wearied with their forenoon's work, each soldier threw himself upon the cool grass in that deep shade, heedless of the pestering mosquitoes. ''Post four men as guards. Let the rest sleep, if they want to, Mr. Smithson," directed Hal. "1'111 going to take Cor poral Reardon and Private Wells with me.'' "Going fart" asked the second lieutenant, in an undertone. '""ro Siboney. 'rhree of us can move much -inore secretly than the whole command. Unless you are discovered and attac'ked, remain here until I return." Accompanied by the two men he had selected, Hal went as far as the edge of the jungle before he turned to say, with a smile: "Don't do any firing, unless you are attacked, Mr. Smithson." "Be sure I won't, sir," replied the young second lieutenant, with feeling. It is needless to follow Hal's wander ings for the next hour. Keeping to the thicket with two picked followers, he made the trip to Siboney 1111hi11dered, and from a high hill, looked. down into the little town with its short railroad running to Santiago. On the W?..Y he had passed several Spanish commands of varying strength. "Morilla's map was right," reflected Hal, as he gazed into the little town at his feet. "General Shafter can't help being satisfied with my report. Boys, we'll go back.'' Turning, they made their way into the thicket once more. By one jungle they had passed, and were headed for another, when-crack! Corporal Reardon tottered, trugged to keep on his feet1 but fe11 to the ground. "Wells, find that sharpshooter-pot him," breathed Maynard quickly, but he spoke almost too late, for the private, bringing his rifle to his shoulder, fired before the command was finished. "Got him," announced Wells, laconic ally, but with a world of satisfaction in his voice. "Where are yon hit?" asked Hal, bending by his corporal. "Never mindI see it. In the side, and nasty, too." The last of Hal's cotton and cottr plaster went to stanch that wound, vVells1 meanwhile, mounting vigilant guard. ''Can you get on your feet and walk?'' asked Hal, anxiously. "Yes, sir," came the swift, gritt auswer. Reardon tried to prove his boast, but was obliged to siuk back to th ground. "Better leave me, sir, I guess," gaspe the plucky fellow. "I can crawl iuto c thicket until you send some one to fin me.'' "Nonsense," retorted Hal, energetical ly. "Lie limp-so. There you are." He picked Reardon up in his arms. The Irishman was no light load, bu Hal's young arms were those of a1 athlete. He carried his corporal easily a first, but a last found himself obliged t halt every hundred yards or so to rest. ''Lel; e have a turn or so at carryin him," d Private Wells. "No or worlds," rejoined Hal. "Yo are too good a man with a rifle, Wells. want yon to save all our lives by keepin your optics peeled for sharpshooters.'' At one point their detour led theu around the edge of a bluff close to th sea. Here there was a rocky ridge wid enough for a well man to walk by i safety. "We'll rest a minute before tryin that," announced Hal, placing his cor poral on the grass. "Is that a sharpshooter, sir?" whis pered Wells, touching our hero's shoulder. Our hero turned, just as Wells, after careful scrutiny, added: "Its all right, sir-nothing but a log.' Hal turned about again, just in time t see Reardon, disgusted with his ow weakness, rise and start out on the nar row road. "Here, don't do that," spoke Maynard au thoritativelv. He spoke at least five seconds too late Reardon reeled, then plunged over th bluff. CRIMINALS OF ALL KINDS FEAR NICK CARTER.


STARRY FLAG WEEKLY. Sl "Good heavens!" palpitated Hal, and day, young man, you've been my right rang forward, ju;;t as the corporal's hand!" int voice came up to him: (THE END.] "All right, sir. Lucky. Caught at me bushes forty feet down, sir.'' "Hold on, old fellow," cried Hal. I'm going to get down to you-someow.,, The first ten feet down the rocky slope ere made with comparative ease. Then Hal slipped. It was the last he em em be red. But Private Wells gazed down with we-struck face for an instant before he ose to his feet and darted away for help. Hal lay on a cot under a tent canvas hen he came to. He had a faint realization; just as his enses returned, that his lips had been rushed by the _velvety mouth of Anita orilla. She fled from the tent, a picture of retty confusion, when our hero opened 1is eyes. But there was another comer in an intant, for General Shafter entered the ent, followed by his aide-de-cam Lieuenant Miley, who in turn rttd ieutenant Smithson. ''Yon 've played a great gam gy to-day, Maynard, my boy," spoke he old general, kindly, as he rested one iand on the young officer's brow. "The nformation that you've brought in erified by your own ob servation, has 111doubtedly been the means of saving iany hundreds of American lives." "I'm satisfied, general, if yon are," miled Hal, sitting up as his head became learer. "Satisfied?'' echoed Shafter. "ToA rare treat is promised for our readers next week. It is a story full of fight-the kind of fighting that has been done by our grand old Americans in Cuba, and described by a witness of the events he tells about. Mr. Douglas Wells, who pens these fascinating tales from the front, has been everywhere in Cuba where the fighting has been going on, and at the moment when friend and foe were firing into each other. He knows what he is writing about, and therefore his tales are trebly worth the reading. Don't miss "Hal on the Skirmish Line; or, Fighting for the 'Queen of the Red Cross,'" which will appear complete in next week's issue of the Starry Flag Weekly, No. 14 SPECIAL NOTICE Owing to the fact that some of our publications are printed considerably in advance of issue, it was impossible to begin our badge and button premium offer in all on a simultaneous date. Our readers are notified that all copies of the Tip Top Weekly, Starry Flag, True Blue, Diamond Dick, Jr., Nick Carter Weekly and Klondike Kit, dated June 25, 1898, or later, are available under tliis offer (see page 32), and should you have copy ot .:'y of these dated June 25 or later, and WHICH CONTAINS NO COUPON ON PAGE 32, cut out +lJe beading and date from the front cover, anc1 it will be accepted by us in lieu of a coupon under the condilions of the offer. Head-ings will not be accepted as coupons where the cou pon is published on page 32 of the same nm11ber.


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