“I guess Darry was drawing on his imagination,” laughed Frank. “But I know they dress well, some of them. I’ve seen them up at St. Regis, in New York state.” At Cienfuegos passage was obtained on the _City of Madrid_ for Santiago de Cuba. Before purchasing his steamer tickets the professor made certain that the accommodations would be first-class, so that the party would experience no such trouble as had fallen to their lot on board of the _Chester_. “That’s right,” said Sam, in speaking of the matter to Amos Strong. “One such experience is enough. I wonder if we’ll ever set eyes on Captain Sudlip again.” “I hope not, Samuel. The less we fall in with such people the better off we will be.” “I believe you, sir. He and that Dan Markel would make a team for meanness.” “Wonder if we’ll ever see Markel again,” remarked Frank. “Don’t want to see him,” growled Hockley. “We don’t, that’s a fact,” put in Mark, yet they were to see the man from Baltimore, and under very peculiar circumstances. Now that they had spent over two weeks on land the boys did not object to going on shipboard once more. The run eastward along the coast of Cuba to Santiago Bay would take a little over two days, the distance being little less than four hundred miles, around Cape Cruz. “We will not run close to shore,” said the professor. “If you will look at the map you will see that there are many islands here, and also many keys, as they are called--little islands. The channels are dangerous, too, but especially in a storm.” “I hope we don’t get any storm,” said Darry. His wish was fulfilled and the trip to Santiago passed off without anything out of the ordinary happening. The _City of Madrid_ proved an old but very comfortable steamer, and the meals served were more than satisfactory. “There is where the _Merrimac_ was sunk by Lieutenant Hobson,” said the professor, as they passed the spot, in the channel leading from the Caribbean Sea to Santiago Bay. “Hobson and his brave men were fired upon from half a dozen points about here and in spite of all they could do were finally caught and placed under arrest.” “But they were afterwards released,” put in Frank. “It was a daring thing to do, that’s sure.” They found Santiago very much like other Cuban cities they had visited. But the recent rule by United States authority was very much in evidence and even the side streets, unusually narrow, were clean and orderly. Santiago lies near the head of the bay, on the eastern shore, and in the distance they could see the hills of El Caney and San Juan, made famous in the Spanish-American war by Roosevelt’s Rough Riders and others of Uncle Sam’s soldier boys. Coming up the coast from Cape Cruz they had already had pointed out to them the spots where the Spanish warships had either been sunk or run ashore by our warships under Commodores Sampson and Schley.