The men were cold and damp, of course, but it was impossible for them to light a fire, even had they dared to take such a risk. But the darkness was their principal shield. But all the cold in the world could not have kept Clif awake; he and the rest of the men were soon fast asleep, hidden away in the enemy's country, and surrounded by perils innumerable, yet resting as quietly as if they were at home. And none of them awakened either, as the dark night wore on. The day began to break over the mountains to the eastward, and the gay sunbeams streamed into the room to find the sailors still undisturbed and unconscious. The sun had risen and was half an hour up in the sky before any of the Americans showed signs of awakening. One of the sailors turned over and then sat up and stared about him. It was not strange that the man wondered where he was, for a moment; he had been through so much during the previous day. He found himself seated in a little bare apare apartment half charred by fire, and having damp straw for flooring. His companions, including the officer, were stretched out upon it. They seemed in blissful ignorance of the fact that it was damp. The sailor rose to his feet; he was rather stiff and sore, and somewhat hungry, but he felt that he ought to be glad to be alive. And then he stole quickly over to the tiny window to look out; naturally enough he was a little curious to see what sort of a place it was they had hit on in the darkness. There was light, then, plenty of it--too much in fact, so the man thought. It showed him everything. And the everything must have included something rather startling. For the sailor acted in a most surprising way. He took a single glance out of the window; and then he staggered back as if some one had shot him. The man's face was as white as a sheet. He stood for a moment seemingly dazed, his eyes staring vacantly. And then suddenly he made a leap across the room and seized Clif by the shoulder. It was a startling way for Clif to be awakened; the face of that man had a sort of nightmare look. "What is it?" Clif gasped. "Quick!" "The window!" panted the sailor. "Look!". The man in his excitement had awakened the rest and they were sitting up staring at him. Clif meanwhile had rushed to the window, and when he looked out he acted just as the sailor had done. It might be well to describe in a few words what he saw. There was a small clearing around the deserted building, and beyond that a heavy wood. Clif remembered having made his way through those woods. And now somebody else had done likewise. There was a squad of a dozen soldiers standing on the clearing's edge. And they were Spaniards! "Can they have surrounded us?" gasped the cadet. "Or perhaps they don't know we're here," whispered one of the men.