Young Glory and the Spanish Cruiser A Brave Fight Against Odds   By: Walter Fenton Mott

Patriotic War Stories.

Issued Semi Monthly By Subscription $1.25 per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at the New York, N. Y., Post Office, March 26, 1898.

Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1898, in the office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. C., by Frank Tousey, 29 West 26th Street, New York.

No. 3. New York, April 22, 1898. Price 5 Cents.

Young Glory and the Spanish Cruiser;

OR

A BRAVE FIGHT AGAINST ODDS.

BY AUTHOR OF YOUNG GLORY.

TABLE OF CONTENTS.

CHAPTER I.

SHOOTING A PRISONER OF WAR A COMRADE TO THE RESCUE.

CHAPTER II.

FLYING FOR THEIR LIVES A BOLD EXPEDIENT.

CHAPTER III.

MORE VISITORS TO THE HUT DAN DALY ROWS DOWN THE CREEK.

CHAPTER IV.

YOUNG GLORY AND CAPTAIN RUIZ CALDERON IN THE CAMP OF THE PATRIOTS.

CHAPTER V.

AT VALMOSA YOUNG GLORY DENOUNCED.

CHAPTER VI.

FIGHTING IN THE BOATS DAN DALY ARRIVES.

CHAPTER VII.

ARRIVAL AT THE BROOKLYN DISCOVERING A RAFT.

CHAPTER VIII.

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

CHAPTER IX.

THE FIRST SHOT A HOT FIGHT.

CHAPTER X.

BOARDING THE CRUISER THE LAST STAND.

CHAPTER XI.

YOUNG GLORY TO THE RESCUE A SURPRISE FOR THE BROOKLYN.

CHAPTER XII.

THE SPANISH PLOT YOUNG GLORY'S DANGER.

CHAPTER XIII.

FORTUNE FAVORS YOUNG GLORY CAPTURE OF THE MAGAZINE.

CHAPTER XIV.

JUAN AND LIEUT. TYLER WHAT YOUNG GLORY DID.

CHAPTER XV.

THE CRUISER IN DANGER A PRICE ON YOUNG GLORY'S HEAD.

CHAPTER XVI.

CONCLUSION.

CHAPTER I.

SHOOTING A PRISONER OF WAR A COMRADE TO THE RESCUE.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, senor."

"Faith, an' it's a polite nation I always said ye were."

The first speaker, a Spanish officer, laughed mockingly as he uttered this apology.

The man to whom he addressed his words was Dan Daly.

Dan had been a boatswain's mate on the battle ship Indiana, then on the Cruiser Columbia, and he was now filling a similar position on the Cruiser Brooklyn. Dan Daly was Young Glory's bosom friend, and the Irishman had been the companion of the gallant young hero in many of the daring exploits that had given him world wide fame.

Dan's position now appeared desperate.

A landing party from the Brooklyn had been surprised by a body of Spaniards in a small village, not many miles from Matanzas, an important town on the north coast of Cuba.

After a short but desperate encounter, the American sailors, overwhelmed by numbers had retired to their boats, leaving Dan Daly behind, a prisoner in the hands of the Spaniards.

A short, quick trial took place. Dan was denounced as a spy, and instantly sentenced to death. It was ordered that the sentence should be carried out at once. So now Dan stood looking death calmly in the face as he had so often done before.

A file of soldiers was rapidly marching to the place of execution, and their heavy tread could be plainly heard as each moment they drew nearer.

The prisoner was standing against a wall, and immediately behind him was a closed door, which was the rear entrance to a large house in the village.

The house itself was at least fifty yards from this wall.

"Ah! how are the men?" said the Spanish officer. "So your waiting days are over."

The file of soldiers drew up about thirty yards from the doomed man, and as they grounded arms the sound sent a sickening sensation through the brave Irishman's heart.

"Shure, it's not war, but murther's your trade," said Dan. "It's the haythins thimselves wouldn't be afther tratin' me this way."

"Talk on," said the Spaniard, coolly, "if it does you any good. It won't alter matters. You have been condemned, and must die."

"Ah, but it's revenged I'll be."

"How?"

"You won't ask when you see the Stars an' Stripes, the flag of the free, floatin' over this island."