Young Glory And the Spanish Cruiser

appeared desperate. A landing party from the Brooklyn had been surprised by a body of Spaniards in a small village, not many miles from Matanzas, an important town on the north coast of Cuba. After a short but desperate encounter, the American sailors, overwhelmed by numbers had retired to their boats, leaving Dan Daly behind, a prisoner in the hands of the Spaniards. A short, quick trial took place. Dan was denounced as a spy, and instantly sentenced to death. It was ordered that the sentence should be carried out at once. So now Dan stood looking death calmly in the face as he had so often done before. A file of soldiers was rapidly marching to the place of execution, and their heavy tread could be plainly heard as each moment they drew nearer. The prisoner was standing against a wall, and immediately behind him was a closed door, which was the rear entrance to a large house in the village. The house itself was at least fifty yards from this wall. "Ah! how are the men?" said the Spanish officer. "So your waiting days are over." The file of soldiers drew up about thirty yards from the doomed man, and as they grounded arms the sound sent a sickening sensation through the brave Irishman's heart. "Shure, it's not war, but murther's your trade," said Dan. "It's the haythins thimselves wouldn't be afther tratin' me this way." "Talk on," said the Spaniard, coolly, "if it does you any good. It won't alter matters. You have been condemned, and must die."