Part 14 (2/2)
”Because, Dan, I'm standing with powder and shot all around me, and if I happened to drop this torch--I threatened to do it--the consequence would be very serious.”
”Is it here ye're afther stayin' the night?”
”I can't go, Dan, an' I won't let these friends of mine leave me.”
”It's mighty awkward.”
”Yes, we'll go!” shouted Young Glory. ”A good idea's just come into my head.”
”It's the great head, is yours!”
”Now, Dan, have you a six-shooter?”
”Yes.”
”Then take it.”
”What for?”
”Go round the boats to each of the Spaniards you see sitting here.”
”An' thin?”
”You'll make him hand over his arms, sword and gun, mind, and six-shooter. Even a stilletto, if he has such a thing.”
”Faith, I won't be afther lavin' the spalpeens wid a pen-knife.”
”Very well. Do your work, and do it quickly. Every moment counts now.”
Dan went to work with a vengeance. Not a man offered resistance. What, between Young Glory's torch and Dan's six-shooter the men were fairly cowed, and one after another they handed over their weapons. Dan Daly threw them carelessly at the bottom of his boat.
”It's no arms they have, but fists now, Young Glory, an' shure they don't count, for a Spaniard wants a knife in his hand, anyway.”
”Very good. Now take your oars,” said Young Glory, sternly. ”The boats'
heads are pointed to sea. Pull right out with all your strength. If any man refuses, I'll shoot him dead!”
CHAPTER VII.
ARRIVAL AT THE BROOKLYN--DISCOVERING A RAFT.
Not a man refused to obey.
Young Glory's actions had terrorized them.
Instantly they bent over their oars, and the boats once more began to move. Young Glory, torch in hand, still stood in the bow of one of the ammunition boats.
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