"I can take you with me."
Quick as lightning Manuel thrust forth his hand towards the burning fuse which Young Glory had not previously noticed.
"Ha, ha!" laughed Manuel, fiendishly, as his fingers grasped it. "We all go together."
There was a great heap of powder lying in the far corner of the magazine, a striking testimony to the carelessness of the Spanish officers.
Without a moment's hesitation Manuel hurled the still lighted fuse towards this powder.
A cold chill ran through Young Glory at this murderous act.
By a supreme effort he tore himself loose, and with one blow of his fist he struck Manuel to the ground.
Then past him he sprang towards the fuse, and with a great leap he landed with both feet on the fuse.
"Saved!" he cried, perceiving that the fuse had fallen a few inches from the powder.
"Not yet!" shouted Manuel.