On the deck of the ship stood Young Glory, ready for the fight, with his eyes on the Spanish cruiser.
Proudly the American flag flew, and when the men saw the Stars and Stripes waving in the breeze, they realized that they had something to die for.
The Spaniard was coming slowly along now.
The gun-boat had slackened speed, but had not changed its position.
Captain Long was discussing the situation with his lieutenant, and the men at the guns were busily doing the same thing.
"It's a fine ship," said one of the men.
"Which?"
"Why, Dan, how in thunder can you ask such a question? The Spaniard, I mean, of course."
"An' it's a quare name it has."
"Cristobal Colon! Oh! that's named after Columbus."