"Neither are you a Cuban."
"No."
"Who are you, then?"
"I will tell you. I am Young Glory."
The Spaniard dropped into a chair.
"So you are the man who released the prisoner who was to be shot?"
"Yes."
"And you've done terrible injury to the Spanish cause, both here and in Spain."
"You pay me a high compliment, senor."
"We have a heavy debt against you, Young Glory," said the Spaniard, gloomily.