Part 17 (2/2)
”It was merciless!”
”Then these men held a conference. After a lot of talk they came to a decision. It was decided that the carpenter should rig out a raft in a hasty fas.h.i.+on, and that we were to be put aboard it. And so we were.
They sent us adrift on a few timbers without a bite to eat, or one drop of water.”
CHAPTER VIII.
YOUNG GLORY ON THE NASHVILLE--AT SAN JUAN DE PORTO RICO.
Captain Miles was aghast.
The officers of the Brooklyn who had drawn close to listen, were loud in their expressions of indignation.
”The brutes! the inhuman brutes!” said the skipper. ”And these are the men for whom some misguided people feel pity.”
”An object lesson like this,” said the lieutenant-commander, ”shows how much pity they deserve.”
”As we left the Spaniard,” continued the mate of the Mary Parker, ”the wretches on board hooted and jeered at us. We heard some of them propose that they should have some rifle practice on us, but this was rejected, because it was too merciful a death. Five days we pa.s.sed beneath a burning sun, suffering cruel thirst and hunger. Of twenty men who went on the raft, but nine remain.”
”Poor creatures!”
Captain Miles was silent. The horrors to which he had listened had affected him deeply, it was some moments before he spoke.
”Tell me, if you can, the name of the s.h.i.+p that captured you.”
”It was a Spanish cruiser, the Cristobal Colon.”
”The Cristobal Colon! That name will stick in my memory, my friend, until I have revenged you and your s.h.i.+pmates. Do you think it's likely that the Spanish cruiser is in these waters now?”
”Yes, I heard enough while I was aboard of her to make me think so. Her mission is to prey on American commerce.”
”We will catch her.”
”It's not easy. She does her work, then dashes into the harbor of San Juan and finds safety.”
”We shall find a way, never fear.”
The treatment of the American sailors by the Spaniards had roused the men's pa.s.sions to the boiling point. The Cristobal Colon would have a bad time if the two s.h.i.+ps came to close quarters.
For three days the Brooklyn cruised around Porto Rico. Not a sign did she see of the enemy.
”Faith, we'll never have a sight of her.”
”How's that, Dan?”
”She knows we're around. It's one of their Spanish fis.h.i.+n' vessels has seen us, and that's enough. It's out of San Juan she'll not be comin'.”
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