Each _that_ was a blow in the face, one on the cheek, another on the nose, and a third directly in Haskett's left eye. They were heavy, and Haskett roared with pain. "Let up!" he sputtered. "Let go of me,"--the latter to Caleb, who still held him. "Oh, my eye! Is this fair fighting, two to one?" "It is as fair as you treated Walter," answered Caleb. "Give him another, Si; he deserves it." And Si followed directions by planting a blow on Haskett's neck, something which spun the former mate of the _Sunflower_ around like a top. At last Haskett broke loose and backed away. "I'll get square on all of you!" he foamed, shaking his fist first at Caleb and then at the others. "I'm not done yet." [Illustration: "I'LL GET SQUARE ON ALL OF YOU!"] "I've a good mind to report you," put in Walter. "I reckon you'd be good for a month in irons, on bread and water." At this Haskett grew pale. "The officers won't believe your story. Ellis, and the rest of you haven't any witnesses," he replied, but his voice shook. "Just wait; my day will come some time." And then, as Si started to advance again, he beat a hasty retreat. "That settles that mystery," remarked Caleb, when the excitement was over. "I calculate, Walter, that you are not sorry the way matters came out." "No, indeed." Walter turned to George Ellis. "I owe you one for your kindness. I'll not forget it." "That's all right--I only did what any fair-minded fellow would do," answered the chief yeoman, and strolled away. It was time for dinner, and Walter hurried off arm in arm with Si, who was still somewhat worked up over what had happened. "Walter, don't you go for to imagine I thought you guilty," said the Yankee boy. "I know you are honest to the core." "Even if I do talk in my sleep," said Walter, from whose heart a great load had been lifted. Once more the course of the Flying Squadron had been changed and now they were making straight for the coast of Florida. Tuesday passed quietly, although the same vigilance prevailed as before. It was evident, come what might, Commodore Schley did not mean to allow the enemy to catch him napping. They had passed through the Straits of Florida, and now they turned to the westward, past a number of the Florida Reefs. Far across the ocean could be seen the low-lying shore, backed up by stately palms and other trees. The weather was now much warmer. "You see, we are drawing closer to the equator," remarked Caleb. "I reckon we are bound for Key West." And his surmise proved correct, for they dropped anchors in Key West Harbor early on the morning following. "What a lot of warships around here," cried Walter, as he came on deck. "What is that big fellow over yonder?"