Next day we heard that the transports had gone off in such a hurry that more than three hundred troops were left behind, and had, of course, surrendered to Cousin Gerald. The rest were landed down at El Castellar, brought General Zorilla’s army up to nearly four thousand men, and in a couple of days he began marching along the coast towards us again, the fleet steaming along with him. Cousin Gerald had to fall back, because he had very little ammunition left and his men couldn’t stand the shells from the ships. It was fearfully worrying, because every day we saw the cruisers and those two rotten torpedo-boats getting nearer and nearer to Marina and that Casino place which Billums had defended. With our telescopes we could still see the black and green flag on it very clearly if there was any breeze to blow it out. Then one horrid evening we saw that the ships were shelling the Casino itself, and we were all frightfully worried and afraid that, even now, after all we’d done, General Zorilla would win. The Captain wouldn’t let anybody go on shore, so we got very little news; but that day two of the Englishmen came off from the Club, and made us more miserable than ever. They told us that Cousin Gerald had hardly any ammunition left at all, and that the New President and the Provisional Government were packing up and standing by, to fly into the forest again. They thought that the town would be captured in a day or two, and wanted to be taken on board of us, if that happened. They’d helped the insurgents too much to stay there in safety when once the Government troops came along. Everything was just as bad as it could be, and we were awfully miserable. I do believe that the fat little A.D.C. in the Captain’s spare cabin was sorry for Cousin Gerald. We often went in to talk to him and cheer him up, and he always had Billums’s cigarette case near him, and was awfully grateful for anything we did for him. ’When the revolution finish, you two come and stay with me—at Santa Cruz—I will show you the bull-fight,’ he often said, and, you bet, we promised to go. One morning the cruisers were only four miles away, and a great yellow and green flag hung over the Casino, so we knew that things were pretty black for Cousin Gerald, who, for all that, must have been hanging on like grim death, because all that day and throughout the night rifle firing went on, and in the dark we could see the shells bursting among the trees. We hardly slept at all, fearing that Cousin Gerald would have to fall back on the town, and feeling horrid because we’d used up all his 4.7 ammunition, and he wouldn’t be able to prevent the fleet shelling him out of it. The ’Angel’ and I went up to the bridge before daylight and found Billums there—he hadn’t turned in at all.