CHAPTER XIX
CALIXTO GARCIA THE CUBAN
"The thunder of American war-ships!" Instantly, as Ridge learned its nature, the mighty sound took on a new significance, and seemed like the voice of his own glorious country demanding freedom for an oppressed people. Filled with this thought, he turned to the man who had suggested it, and found himself in the presence of one wearing the uniform of a Cuban officer. The latter had taken off his hat, and the young American noted a livid bullet scar in the centre of his broad white forehead. The man was elderly, fine-looking, and smooth-shaven except for a heavy white mustache. His picture had been published in every illustrated paper and magazine in the United States.
Promptly giving a military salute, Ridge said, "I believe I have the honor of addressing General Garcia."
"Yes, I am Calixto Garcia. But who are you?"
"An officer of the American army, come to you with a message from its commanding General."
"Have you credentials or despatches by which you may be known?"
"Only this, sir." Here Ridge lowered his voice and gave, for the second time since landing in Cuba, the secret countersign of the Junta.
"It is sufficient," said the General, smiling and holding out his hand. "Now what is your message?"