"Take him prisoner!" cried Captain Moret.
Young Glory and Dan Daly flew to the rescue.
By the time they had reached their leader he was on his feet again with his face to the foe.
"Unhurt!" he cried, with a smile; "slipped, that was all!"
"An' that spalpeen slipped, too!" laughed Dan, as he cut a Spaniard down with a furious blow from his cutlass.
Two men rushed at Dan to avenge their fallen comrade. Just at this instant, as Young Glory was going to Dan's assistance, his sword slipped from his grasp falling to the deck, some distance away.
If Dan was to be saved no time must be lost. Young Glory saw this, and not an instant did he hesitate.
He flew at the nearest Spaniard, without a weapon, and seizing the man by the neck, Young Glory hurled him furiously away. The man rolled over and over on the deck, finally landing against one of the turrets, and lying there unconscious from the force of the blow.
The Spaniards stood aghast at this exhibition of strength. By this time Young Glory had obtained another cutlass, and Dan had relieved himself of his remaining foe.
The fight became general again. Mr. Tyler was acting on the defensive now. If he could only sustain the contest, he felt convinced that he could tire out the Spaniards.