He was scanning the water earnestly as he spoke. It was time, he knew, for the flagship to return to her position opposite that point, and await the return of Clif and his crew. Was she there? He could not tell. The face of the moon was again obscured by clouds as it had been most of the night, and it was impossible for Clif to discern any object at a distance across the water. He strained his eyes trying to catch a glimpse of the ship they had left not many hours ago, but the thought occurred to him, "What good will it do if I do see her?" But even as he looked the sky suddenly brightened in a tiny spot out to sea. A long pencil of light shot up from the water, and a cloud was tinged with a speck of dull white light. "It's the New York!" cried Clif. "The signal of her searchlight to return." They watched that tiny beam of light as though there was hope of succor in its rays, until it suddenly disappeared, and all was dark as before. "Now they are waiting for our appearance," said Clif. "But, unfortunately, we haven't got wings. Hello! What does that mean?" Clif had turned suddenly in a listening attitude toward the land. The others had heard the same sound that had attracted Clif. It was the solitary report of a rifle shot not far in their rear. "The Spaniards must be returning," said Clif. "They have made up their minds that we had no reinforcements because we did not pursue them further. I'll go up and reconnoitre, to see what they are up to." "I'll go, sir," volunteered one of the men before Clif could get away. "You stay here. You may be able to see some way of getting us off." With this he cautiously hurried up the side of the bank, leaving Clif and his companions in the shelter of the bushes below. With ears alert to any sound by land, they anxiously strained their eyes across the water. Could any way be found to cross the expanse that lay between them and the flagship? All were silent for many minutes, and then at last the searchlight of the flagship flashed out once more and swept across the waters before it disappeared. "So near and yet so far," exclaimed Clif. "They are getting impatient for our return." "If we could signal them," suggested one of the men, "they would send a boat." "But we have no means of doing that," said Clif. "We can't shout at them, and a pistol shot would not be heard, except by our friends the enemy." "Perhaps they will send a boat anyhow," persisted the hopeful member of the crew. "Perhaps," assented Clif, "after they get tired of waiting for us." In a short time the scout returned with news that was at least disquieting in their situation. "The Spaniards are after us, sir," he reported. "They seem to have rallied most of their men, and are now near the woods where we met them, cautiously advancing. They have scouts out looking for us, for I barely escaped running into one of them."