CHAPTER IV.
YOUNG GLORY AND CAPTAIN RUIZ CALDERON—IN THE CAMP OF THE PATRIOTS.
The project Young Glory had conceived was incredibly bold.
If he had told Dan what it was, the Irishman would have done his best to dissuade him from it.
But Young Glory instead of changing his mind, became more fixed in his purpose as the time flew by.
"I don't see why it should fail," he said to himself, as he sat listening intently. "Ah! there he is. Well, the die is cast, or will be in a few minutes, anyway. I'll go through with it to the end."
He passed his hand through his thick golden curls which his sombrero had hitherto concealed. Then he hurriedly went out and posted himself behind a large tree a few yards from the hut.
Nearer and nearer came the noise that had attracted his attention. A horseman was approaching at a rapid rate, that was clear.
"Captain Calderon for certain," said Young Glory to himself. "There won't be any time to see, so I must assume it's he and take my chances."