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But it was a question of his life or mine." "Are you sure he is not tricking us?" gasped Clif "kidnapping us?" The girl smiled sadly. "You do not understand the circumstances," she said. "Wait, and let me tell you." Clif missed in his friend the old self-reliant manner that she had always had; she was nervous and weak, and it was plain that she was not well.
Such barbarity called for vengeance, and that brave American handful of American tars meant to wreak it on their treacherous foes, or die in the attempt. "Come on!" shouted Clif, wildly. "Give it to 'em! Don't let a man escape!" A well directed volley was the answer to his command, that sent death-dealing bullets among the frightened soldiers just before them.
He's got more gumption in his little finger than Jacob has in his whole body;" and remembering that his grandfather was present, he paused, and then added: "He'll make a spoon or spoil a horn, will Clif. And, grannie, I'm hungry." "Well, there is milk and bread in the pantry. Bring it to your brother, Katie, as he's tired.
"Clif," she said, "I have something to say to you. And I shall speak plainly, for there is no time to hesitate. I have told you how I feel toward you; I have told you that I loved you. Neither of us would have declared our feelings, I suppose, if it had not been for this situation. But I have been with you for months, and I have never known you to do anything I could not admire.
And his heart gave a throb of joy when he heard: "The United States cruiser Nashville. Who are you?" "The Spanish merchantman Maria, in charge of a prize crew from the Uncas!" Whether all that was heard in the roar of the storm Clif could not tell; but he put all the power of his lungs in it. He knew that the story would be investigated.
The other Spaniard, who had been peering into the water ahead, turned sharply around when he heard the noise made by the splash of his companion, and in the act involuntarily dropped the revolver. What must have been his feelings upon beholding the lithe and dripping form of the plucky young American emerging from the sea, may well be imagined. But Clif did not pause to study the effects.
They dreaded for him the worst tortures of Castle Morro, but the heroic Spaniard escaped that in a way that Clif learned a few days later. The cadet's report was soon made. Under ordinary circumstances he would have been ordered to report back to the Uncas, but that stanch little gunboat was then miles beyond the western horizon. Moreover, the admiral had other work for the cadet.
The Americans thought that it was empty, for Clif had stumbled and fallen with a crash over a pile of dry sticks and rubbish. But when he rose to his feet to listen anxiously there was no movement or sign that anybody had heard him. "It probably belonged to some of the reconcentrados," he muttered. He was about to turn and give the word to proceed.
And Clif, he's going to be awful steady, I expect, and stick to his books more than a little, and he sent his respects to you, Aunt Betsey, and he says " "There, that'll do. Go to bed if you don't want to drive me crazy." "I'll go to bed right off if you'll come and take away my candle, Aunt Betsey.
"She must have something important in view to stand all this," Clif thought to himself. "But I can't see what it is." The chase at that time was a very exciting one. The Spanish merchantman was dashing in shore at the top of his speed. And a mile or two beyond it was the Uncas tearing up the water, plunging along at her fastest pace and banging away half a dozen times a minute with her bow gun.
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