"Well, if you will have it, I suppose you might as well learn it now as a little later," Walter said. "The fact is the whole gang of Spaniards are going to quit. I had hard work to get any of them to remain over to-day." "I suppose this is the end," said Charley, with a wry smile. "Well, we have fought a good fight, and I, for one, am not going to give up yet." "There is such a thing as knowing when one is licked," his chum said sadly, "and I think about every one on the job has reached that point. I do not see how we can do anything more." Charley lay quiet for a minute thinking, then he said quietly: "Will you get me about a pint of hot, strong coffee, Walt?" "Sure," answered his chum quickly, glad to see Charley taking the ill news so quietly. When he returned it was to find his chum sitting on the edge of his cot trying to dress, but making an awkward job of it with only one hand. "You must not get up," he protested, but Charley only smiled and said lightly: "Nonsense, a broken arm is no excuse for lying in bed. Why, it don't even pain me much. The pain will come later when the bone begins to knit. Will you please get all the men together? I want to talk with them a bit." When Walter had gone the lad finished dressing and drank the strong coffee, which put new strength in his body. When he emerged from the tent it was to find that his chum had gathered together in a body outside all the men but those confined to the hospital tent. He had even brought in the men from the machine, which had been stopped for the purpose. Charley wasted no time in idle words, but came directly to the point. "My chum tells me, men, that you all want to quit," he said in Spanish. "Si, señor, si, señor (Yes sir, yes sir), came the eager answer from the crowd.