The stretcher bearing the bodies had just been lifted to its place, and Chaplain Jones of the _Texas_ was about to begin the reading of the burial service, when the Spaniards began shooting at the party from the western chaparral. “Fall in, Company A, Company B, Company C, fall in!” “Fall in!” was the word from one end of the camp to the other. The graves were deserted by all save the chaplain and escort, who still stood unmoved. The men sprang to arms, and then placed themselves behind the rolled tents, their knapsacks, the bushes in the hollows, boxes and piles of stones, their rifles ready, their eyes strained into the brush. Howitzers roared, blue smoke arose where the shells struck and burst in the chaparral, and rifles sounded angrily. The _Texas_ fired seven shots at the place from which the shooting came, and the Spaniards, as usual, fled out of sight. The funeral services had hardly been resumed when there was another attack; but this time the pits near the old blockhouse got the range of the malignant marksmen and shattered them with a few shots. The _Texas_ and _Panther_ shelled the brush to the eastward, but the chaplain kept right on with the service, and from that time until night there was little shooting from the cover. On this day the dynamite cruiser _Vesuvius_ joined Admiral Sampson’s fleet, and the weary marines, holding their posts on shore against overwhelming odds, hoped that her arrival betokened the speedy coming of the soldiers who were so sadly needed. _June 14._ Substantial recognition was given by the Navy Department to the members of the gallant crew who took the _Merrimac_ into the entrance of Santiago Harbour and sunk her across the channel under the very muzzles of the Spanish guns. The orders sent to Admiral Sampson directed the promotion of the men as follows: Daniel Montague, master-at-arms, to be a boatswain, from fifty dollars a month to thirteen hundred dollars a year. George Charette, gunner’s mate, to be a gunner, from fifty dollars a month to thirteen hundred dollars a year. Rudolph Clausen, Osborne Deignan, and —— Murphy, coxswains, to be chief boatswain’s mates, an increase of twenty dollars a month. George F. Phillips, machinist, from forty dollars a month to seventy dollars a month. Francis Kelly, water tender, to be chief machinist, from thirty-seven dollars a month to seventy dollars a month. Lieutenant Hobson’s reward would come through Congress. While a grateful people were discussing the manner in which their heroes should be crowned, that little band of marines on the shore of Guantanamo Bay, worn almost to exhaustion by the harassing fire of the enemy during seventy-two hours, was once more battling against a vastly superior force in point of numbers.