Two large craft contained ammunition. A smaller one was in advance, filled with sailors and soldiers, in order to tow the heavier craft along. Young Glory speedily took in the whole of the arrangements. He might have preferred to make some changes, but his object now was to get out of Valmosa with all speed. Rapidly he gave his orders. The men seemed to have no suspicion, and all was going smoothly. Yet Young Glory could not get out of his mind the stranger who had passed him at the commandant's headquarters. "Cast off!" he cried. Instantly the men on the pier let the boats loose, and the men bent to their oars. "Row, my lads, long and steady. You've a hard pull before you," said Young Glory, "and you'll need all your strength." The sailors showed at once they did not intend to overexert themselves. "Rather different to our blue jackets," was Young Glory's reflection. "Why, Dan Daly and half a dozen of our fellows would lick the whole crowd." There was commotion on shore at this instant. Anxiously Young Glory looked towards the pier. He could see nothing on account of the darkness, but he heard the pattering of feet. One man, if not more, was hurrying towards the end of the pier. Then Young Glory heard some shouting, but the roar of the sea prevented him from distinguishing the words. The shouting continued. "Traitor!" This word came distinctly across the water. "They've caught a spy," exclaimed Young Glory, quickly, to turn the men's thoughts away from himself. "Hurry up, lads, and you may get back in time to see the fun, for he'll have to die, that's sure." Not another word reached the boat. Yet, Young Glory felt by no means safe. He knew that a boat might be sent off to overtake him, and then he was lost entirely. But as the minutes passed, and he heard no sound of pursuing oars, he became easier in his mind. To get out of possible danger from shore, he ordered the men to row out towards the sea, but here he was beaten. The waves ran high and the boats were in great danger of being swamped. Back to the shore again he had to go, and adhere to the original plan of creeping along by the beach. The coast was rocky hereabout. Suddenly above their heads a figure, which looked unnaturally tall in the darkness, rose on a great bowlder which overshadowed the water. "You have a traitor in that boat!" cried this apparition. "The man with you is not Captain Calderon. It is Young Glory!" CHAPTER VI. FIGHTING IN THE BOATS--DAN DALY ARRIVES. These words produced a panic. It was a wonder that the boats were not overturned. The men stopped rowing, and so the craft containing the ammunition drifted up against them, and they were all in a mass together. The actions of many of the men were most violent and threatening. They uttered fierce cries, and assailed Young Glory with menaces. "To your work," he cried, bravely, thinking yet that he might overawe them. But they took no notice.