ing of the Merrimac the Spanish captain s brow grew dark.
"It was a brave deed, but it will do your countrymen small good," he said. "The boat is not directly across the channel, so the harbor pilots have discovered. All of your comrades are now prisoners in Morro Castle, and I presume that is where I shall have to send you."
"As a prisoner of war?"
"As a prisoner of war. And you can be thankful that in trying to escape you were not shot down," continued Captain Coleo.
Walter was very thirsty, and said so. "You look as if you were getting ready to have the fever," was the captain s comment, and he had a soldier bring Walter a tin cup full of guarapo, water sweetened with sugarcane ends, and said to be healthier than the plain article. Good water in Cuba is scarce, and although Walter did not know it, it was only the captain's natural good-heartedness that obtained for him what he wanted.
It had threatened rain for some hours, and as nightfall came on, the first drops of a violent tropical storm descended. Soon from a distance came the rumble of thunder, and spasmodic flashes
