He had seen a figure emerge from the fort and glide amongst the trees at some distance away. Quick as lightning Young Glory did the same. He stole along towards the spot where the Spaniard had secreted himself, and there was a look on the boy's face that spoke volumes.
"It is he!" he muttered. "I only saw him for an instant, but it's a face I never forgot."
Bang! A man sprang forth, pistol in hand, and fired.
As he did so he laughed defiantly.
"Good-by, Young Glory!"
"You villain, I am not dead yet, as you shall see, Jose Castro!"
For it was the famous Spanish spy.
Quick as lightning, before Jose could fire again, Young Glory had sprung on him.
"Give me the key!" he cried, holding the spy in an iron grasp. "Give me the key, or I will kill you!"
"What key?" gasped Jose.