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The fact that he now sat bound in a chair in the hidden stronghold of the gang, watched only by Cervera, did not seriously disturb the fearless detective. Nick had been in many a worse corner than this, or in corners believed to be worse, and he felt confident of pulling out of the scrape with a whole skin, and with most of the gang in custody.
The Spanish loss in killed and wounded was heavy, while Admiral Cervera and about 1800 of his men were taken prisoners. Not one of our vessels was seriously damaged, and but one of our men was killed.
The alarm which had previously been created on the American coast by the shrouded approach of Cervera naturally suggested that the Americans themselves might win one of those psychological victories now recognized as such an important factor in modern warfare.
"Oh! you do," sneered Cervera. "Plainly that is the limit of your knowledge. You may not be as wise as you think." Nick made no reply, but looked sharply about the room. It was a large, square chamber, and elaborately furnished. The two windows were well above the street, and offered no chance for escape.
"Will he?" rejoined Kilgore, with an ugly gleam in his determined eyes. "He will, or well, you know! Yes, Matt, he will; and he's just the man for the job." The vicious significance with which he spoke plainly indicated that, though Cervera may have ruled her own roost, there was but one chief of this gang, and that was Mr. David Kilgore.
"Me?" queried Nick, pretending to pull himself together. "Nothing at all." "I guess that's right." "What should I say? Why have you got me here, and tied up in this fashion?" "You'll soon find out," cried Cervera, with vicious asperity. "What were you doing out back of my house?" "Nothing much," Nick evasively growled, waiting to learn which way the cat was about to jump.
"Of whom now?" "You know of whom." "I have only your word for it," repeated Cervera, with incredulity bright in her sensuous eyes. "You know what I told you, Rufe. I'll not tamely permit that pale-faced nightingale to come between you and me. You know what I told you. I would kill her as I would a a snake!" Despite his own stiff nerves, Venner recoiled from the look on the woman's desperate face.
Not until Admiral Cervera took refuge in the harbor of Santiago de Cuba, about May 19, was it practicable to plan a systematic naval and military attack upon the Antillean possessions of Spain. Several demonstrations occurred on the coasts of Cuba and Puerto Rico in preparation for the larger event. On May 13 the North Atlantic Squadron shelled San Juan de Puerto Rico.
Presently they came to a dry ditch, walled at each side, and originally built for draining the low meadows between the two estates. Into this they plunged, following it until they arrived near a wooden bulkhead in the foundation wall of the house. This was the secret way of entering, to which Cervera had referred the previous night.
“All these were in a perfectly destitute condition, having been saved by swimming, or having been taken from the water by our boats. Admiral Cervera was in a like plight. He was received with the usual honours when he came aboard, and was heartily cheered by the Iowa’s crew.” The Independence Day number is very brief. It announces that the prisoners are to be sent north on the Harvard and St.
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