"Young Glory, I think your theory is the correct one. It seems reasonable. That boat's waited for thick weather so as to give us the slip. I must know."
"How, sir?"
"Why, if she's not in San Juan I must notify the Brooklyn at once, so that she may look after her; we don't want any more ships destroyed."
Captain Long lost not a moment.
All hands were called instantly.
The Nashville's course was changed, and she steered straight for the harbor of San Juan.
The men were all excited now. It was a desperate mission upon which they were bound, and they knew it. The enterprise affected men differently. Some of the sailors looked stern and determined. Dan Daly smiled the first time for a week.
As for Young Glory, he was in his element.
The Nashville had now entered the harbor, quite regardless of the guns or the forts. Captain Long held these antiquated weapons in contempt.
Rapidly his eye scanned the horizon.