Young Glory would not allow a moment to be wasted. He unhitched the painter and pushed off the boat. Then, having seen Dan start on his dangerous mission, he went back to the hut. CHAPTER IV. YOUNG GLORY AND CAPTAIN RUIZ CALDERON--IN THE CAMP OF THE PATRIOTS. The project Young Glory had conceived was incredibly bold. If he had told Dan what it was, the Irishman would have done his best to dissuade him from it. But Young Glory instead of changing his mind, became more fixed in his purpose as the time flew by. "I don't see why it should fail," he said to himself, as he sat listening intently. "Ah! there he is. Well, the die is cast, or will be in a few minutes, anyway. I'll go through with it to the end." He passed his hand through his thick golden curls which his sombrero had hitherto concealed. Then he hurriedly went out and posted himself behind a large tree a few yards from the hut. Nearer and nearer came the noise that had attracted his attention. A horseman was approaching at a rapid rate, that was clear. "Captain Calderon for certain," said Young Glory to himself. "There won't be any time to see, so I must assume it's he and take my chances." It was so dark that he could not see the horseman, though he knew he must be very near by the sound. Then, suddenly, out into the road he sprang. "Halt!" he cried in ringing tones, "or I will put a bullet into you." The horseman seemed astounded. Many men could have dashed by regardless of consequences, but this man reined in his steed instantly, drawing the animal back on its haunches. As he did so Young Glory drew up close to him, still keeping him covered with his six-shooter. "I must ask you to dismount," he said, "and at once." There was a light coming from the hut, for Young Glory had left the door open, and by it both men were able to distinguish each other. Young Glory recognized Captain Calderon instantly. "My man!" he muttered. "The fellow from the hut!" cried the officer. "I asked you to dismount, senor capitan," repeated Young Glory. "I heard you, and I demand to know the meaning of this insolence." "Demand! A strange word from a helpless man, senor. Are you aware that you are in my power, senor. Come, come, don't drive me to extremities. I should be sorry to have to injure a gallant young officer like yourself, but I tell you plainly, captain, that if you hesitate, my duty will compel me to kill you!" There was something in the tone with which these words were spoken, more than in the words themselves, which impressed the officer. He realized now that he had not, as he had supposed at first, a drunkard to deal with. But he was still completely at a loss to know what was meant. However, he reasoned that a few minutes' chat in the hut, would certainly lead to a satisfactory explanation. "The less time lost the better," said the Spanish captain.