!" muttered Young Glory. "I shall succeed now, for even Dan Daly
doesn't recognize me."

"He gives way!"

"Yes, yes," answered Young Glory, in Spanish.

"Come and tell me all about it."

"I am coming, Manuel."

"But the captain of this ship, where is he? He must hand it over to us
instantly. Let the sailors give up their arms!"

"I will talk to you of all these details, Manuel."

"But where is the captain?" cried Manuel, impatiently.

"Here! He will come forward as soon as you and I have fixed things up."

"Lieutenant Tyler!" shouted Manuel.

"Yes, senor, I am here!"

"Good!"

At this moment Young Glory joined him.

"Confess," said Manuel, in triumphant tones, "that it was a great plan
of mine!"

Young Glory was silent.

"What! Too jealous to speak! Be honest and admit that I'm a genius!"

"A scoundrel!" cried Young Glory, hotly. "A villainous traitor!"

"Ah! What's this?"

"You're getting your deserts, you wretch!" shouted Young Glory, seizing
him instantly, and grappling with him.

"Help! Help!" cried the Spaniard.

Lieutenant Tyler heard the noise, and he had a suspicion what it meant.
He rushed to the front through the men.

"Forward, lads," he shouted, waving his sword in the air, "or Young
Glory will be killed, and the ship will be blown up!"

"Back! Back!" cried some of the Spanish officers, as the men were
advancing. "You are sealing your own doom!"

Bang! Bang!

Shots were interchanged now, and undeterred by what they had heard the
sailors pressed forward.

Meanwhile, Young Glory and Manuel were engaged in a deadly struggle.
Each man had been trying, without success, to draw a pistol from his
belt, and as they could not do so they reeled from one side to another,
locked in each other's arms.

"You cannot avert your doom!" hissed Young Glory. "Listen! the sailors
are rushing to the rescue."

"I can take you with me."

Quick as lightning Manuel thrust forth his hand towards the burning fuse
which Young Glory had not previously noticed.

"Ha, ha!" laughed Manuel, fiendishly, as his fingers grasped it. "We all
go together."

There was a great heap of powder lying in the far corner of the
magazine, a striking testimony to the carelessness of the Spanish
officers.

Without a moment's hesitation Manuel hurled the still lighted fuse
towards this powder.

A cold chill ran through Young Glory at this murderous act.

By a supreme effort he tore himself loose, and with one blow