It was perfectly clear that the Spanish captain was in Dan's power. Every moment he weakened, though he continued from time to time to make frantic thrusts at the Irishman. Faintness from loss of blood was coming over him, and it was with difficulty that he kept on his feet. "Betther give up, captain dear," said Dan in a most insinuating voice. "What! I hand my sword over to a common sailor!" "To the last of the Dalys!" replied Dan, drawing himself up proudly as the Spaniard had done. "It's a king I'd be if I had my rights." "Three cheers for King Dan!" shouted a voice. "Young Glory!" But Dan never turned his head. He was making passes at the Spanish captain as if he meant to pin him to the mast. "Surrender!" cried Dan once more. "To you, never!" "But to me, captain," said a voice that caused Dan to start. "I am the commander of the Nashville." Dan was completely astounded to find Captain Long beside him. The Spanish captain bowed, and without a word he handed his sword to Captain Long. "Faith!" exclaimed Dan, "I'm not understandin' it at all. Young Glory, why are you here when there's fightin' to be done?" "You don't understand, Dan. I do. Look!" Young Glory pointed to the masthead of the ship. There, Dan Daly, to his astonishment saw the Stars and Stripes flying. "It means!" cried Young Glory, "that the fight is over. The Spanish cruiser has struck her colors. Our men have surrendered. The Cristobal Colon is ours!" The Nashville had won this great fight against odds, and it was all owing to Young Glory's daring suggestion that the Spaniard should be boarded. Instantly the prisoners were disarmed. "Place them below!" ordered Captain Long, "with a guard over them!" Mr. Tyler walked up. "Shall you navigate this ship, sir, entirely with our men?" "Have we enough?" "I think so until we get outside. Then we shall fall in with the Brooklyn." "Very well." Young Glory dashed along the deck. "Sir! Sir!" "Well!" "Danger threatens us." "Where?" "Some boats are putting off from San Juan." Instantly it was seen that quite a flotilla was approaching. No doubt the reason they had not done so before was because they thought that the Spanish cruiser stood in no need of aid. "The Stars and Stripes flying from this ship have brought them out," said Captain Long. "Give them a broadside, sir. We'll fight them with their own guns, sir." "Yes, one of the big guns of this ship is in order. See what you can do with it, Young Glory." The sailors of the Nashville took a keen delight in handling the Spanish gun and turning it against the on-coming flotilla. Young Glory aimed very carefully. Boom! The first shot told. The great shell from the ten-inch rifle struck the leading gun-boat of the flotilla. "She's done for!" "Wait!" "Yes, she is. Look, she's filling." "Hurrah!" The men cheered frantically as they saw that the gun-boat had heeled over to the side, and was fast going down.