XI. OFF FOR SUBIG BAY, 82 XII. ATTACKED IN THE CANYON, 91 XIII. MY FIRST ADVENTURE IN MANILA, 99 XIV. THE ESCAPE FROM THE PRISON, 107 XV. BACK TO HONG KONG, 115 XVI. THE OPENING OF THE WAR, 123 XVII. I MEET COMMODORE DEWEY, 130 XVIII. THE FIGHTING ENGINEER, 139 XIX. “FIRE!” 147 XX. IN WHICH ONE SPANISH SHIP IS SUNK, 155 XXI. A NEVER-TO-BE-FORGOTTEN CONTEST, 162 XXII. BETWEEN TWO FIRES, 169 XXIII. THE ESCAPE FROM THE INN, 177 XXIV. ONE WAY OF ENTERING A FORTIFIED CITY, 184 XXV. FOUR WOULD-BE PLUNDERERS, 192 XXVI. THE FIGHT IN THE OFFICES, 200 XXVII. A LETTER OF GREAT IMPORTANCE, 208 XXVIII. TREED BY BUFFALO BULLS, 215 XXIX. CAPTAIN KENNY AGAIN, 223 XXX. A FIGHT AT LONG RANGE, 230 XXXI. THE WRECKING OF THE HOWITZER, 237 XXXII. GOOD-BY TO THE PHILIPPINES, 245 A SAILOR BOY WITH DEWEY CHAPTER I. OFF FOR MANILA BAY. “What do you think of this storm, Oliver?” “I think it is going to be a heavy one, Dan,” I answered. “Just look at those black clouds rolling up from the southeast. We’ll catch it before midnight.” “Just what I think,” answered my chum, Dan Holbrook. “Where is Captain Kenny?” “Where he always is, in his cabin, more than half intoxicated. I tell you, Dan, I would never have taken passage on the _Dart_ had I known what sort of a man Captain Kenny was. Why, our lives are not safe in his hands.” “Humph! I don’t know as they are safe out of his hands, Oliver,” returned Dan, with a toss of his handsome head. “Since we left China we’ve struck two heavy hurricanes,--perhaps that coming on will finish us.” “Gracious! don’t say that!” I cried, with a shiver. “We don’t want to be finished--at least, I don’t.” “Neither do I. But when a storm comes, it comes, that is all there is to it.” “True, but we might do something toward meeting it,” I went on, with a grave shake of my head, for I did not altogether like Dan’s light-hearted way of looking at things. “In my opinion Captain Kenny ought to be on deck this instant, watching this storm.” “Supposing you tell him that?” “I’ve a good mind to.” “You’ll get a belaying pin over your head, as Dawson, the mate, got. Captain Kenny is not a man to be talked to. He is bad enough when he is sober, and when he isn’t he is simply terrible.” “But he has no right to imperil the lives of twenty or more people by his drunkenness,” I rejoined warmly. “If I had my way, I’d put the captain in irons and place Dawson in command of the _Dart_. He knows enough to keep sober, and----”