"So you didn't know me, Dan?"
"Faith, no, why it's a great detective ye'd be afther making."
"It was easy work, Dan. Well, we've had a hot time of it lately. I suppose we'll run now to Key West without a hitch."
"Shure, an' I hope not. It's the beautiful ship we have now. If we're afther meetin' a Spaniard it's a great time we'll be havin'."
"You'll be disappointed, Dan. Spanish ships are tired of showing themselves in these waters."
It seemed as if Young Glory was right.
The time passed, and though a good lookout was kept, not one of the enemy's fleet hove in sight.
The Cristobal Colon was running along the northern coast of Cuba now. Since she had parted with the gun-boat she had seen nothing of the latter. No doubt the Nashville was on its way to Key West.
The third day from Porto Rico found the cruiser lying off Mulas. The island jutted out prominently here, and the water being deep, the prize steamed along close in to shore.
"What's that?" asked Dan.