Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Midshipmen -- Juvenile fiction
"Oh, pray don't say any more to me about it, sir," cried Fitz, the next
day. "It was only just an idea."
"An idea, my dear young friend!" cried the President.
"Yes, sir; a mere trifle."
"A trifle!" said the President. "Oh, how lightly you English boys do
take such things. Your trifle, as you call it, has made me fast in the
Governmental chair. I shall always think that I owe you my success."
"What, because I thought there was another breech-block, sir?"
"Oh, not merely that. There was your first idea about getting away from
the hacienda and coming round here by sea. They may seem trifles to
your young elastic spirit, but their effect has been great."
"Once more, sir; please don't say any more. My only wonder is now, that
somebody else on board the gunboat did not think about the spare block
and get it into use."
"Ah, yes; one of the officers has been talking to me about it. He said
he was the only man on board who knew of its existence, and--simply
because it had not been wanted--he had almost forgotten, or, as he put
it, it was for the time driven out of his head by the great trouble they
were in, caused by the fouling of the screw, and the current carrying
them on to the rocks."
"Oh, I am glad of that," said Fitz. "Glad? Why?" said the President,
looking at him wonderingly.
"Because it makes Poole Reed stand out so much better than I do. It was
entirely his notion to foul the screw."
"Oh, come, come, come!" cried Don Ramon. "I am not going to weigh you
both in the balance to see which was the better. I shall always look
upon you as a pair of young heroes."
"Oh, I say," cried Poole, "please don't!"
"Very well," said the Spaniard, laughing; "I'll say no more, but I shall
think."
"I don't mind his thinking," said Fitz, a short time later when he was
talking to his companion about what had been said. "But I hope next
time he wants to go into ecstasies about what we did, he'll let them all
off at you."
"Thankye," said Poole; "much obliged." The lads had something else to
think of the next day, for in the midst of the rejoicings over Don
Ramon's success, and when the gunboat was dressed with colours from head
to stern, the new President's flag predominant, and her old officers
accepting the alteration in the state of affairs with the greatest
nonchalance, and in fact on the whole pleased with the change of rulers,
signals were shown from the high look-out at the entrance of the harbour
indicating that a vessel was in sight. In the midst of the excitement
that this caused, steam was hastily got up on board the gunboat, and the
decks cleared for action ready for an engagement if necessary in Don
Ramon's cause.
The excitement soon ceased to be alarming, for in due course the
stranger's flag was made out, her signal for a pilot answered, and in
the course of the afternoon a United States cruiser steamed in,
answering the salute from the fort and gunboat, and taking up her
position close under their guns.
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