"You won't ask when you see the Stars an' Stripes, the flag of the free, floatin' over this island."
The Spaniard laughed contemptuously.
"That day will never come. Bah!" he added, stamping on the ground, "why do I waste time talking to a miserable Yankee spy?"
The man turned away. But in an instant he came back to the prisoner.
"Spy or not," he growled, rather than spoke, "I suppose you're a human being."
"Faith, an' if you are, I'm not."
The Spaniard's face grew dark with passion.
"Silence! I ask you if you have any request to make. If possible, it shall be carried out."
"Shure, an' I have, then."
"Quick! my men are waiting. Speak!"