Winstanley started up from his bed, but sank back exhausted by the terrible pain in his right arm which had been badly wounded. "No, no, anything but that! I'd rather be thrown overboard than fall into the hands of the Japanese! It's all over, there's no use struggling any more!" "Longstreet," he cried, with eyes burning with fever, "Longstreet, promise me that you'll throw me overboard rather than give me up to the Japanese!" "No, Winstanley, no; think of our country, remember that it is in sore need of men, of men to restore the honor of the Stars and Stripes, of men to drive the enemy from the field and conquer them in the end." At this moment the door opened and a Japanese lieutenant entered, carrying a small note-book in his hand. At sight of him Winstanley shouted: "Longstreet, hand me a weapon of some sort; that fellow----" The Jap saluted and said: "Gentlemen, I am sorry for the circumstances which compel me to ask you to give me your names and ships. Rest assured that a wounded enemy may safely rely on Japanese chivalry. If you will follow the example of all the other officers and give your word of honor not to escape, you will receive all possible care and attention in the hospital at San Francisco without any irksome guard. Will you be so good as to give me your names?" "Lieutenant Longstreet of the _Nebraska_." "Thank you." "Captain Winstanley, commander of the _Georgia_," added Longstreet for Winstanley. "Will you give me your word of honor?" Longstreet gave his, but Winstanley shook his head and said: "_You can do what you like with me; I refuse to give my word of honor._" The Jap shrugged his shoulders and disappeared. "Longstreet, nursed in San Francisco, is that what the Jap said? Then San Francisco must be in their hands." At these words the wounded captain of the _Georgia_ burst into bitter tears and sobs shook the body of the poor man, who in his ravings fancied himself back on board his ship giving orders for the big guns to fire at the enemy. Longstreet held his friend's hand and stared in silence at the white ceiling upon which the sunbeams painted myriads of quivering lines and circles. At one o'clock the _Ontario_ came in sight of the Golden Gate, where the white banner with its crimson sun was seen to be waving above all the fortifications. * * * * *