The rest of the gun-boats lay to. They were afraid they might share the same fate. "We'll be off with our prize," said Captain Long. "Who takes charge, sir?" "You. I'll get back to the Nashville. Let there be no delay." "There need be none. The engineers had orders some time back to spread the fires." Back to the Nashville went Captain Long, taking a number of his men with him. The wounded Americans had already been carried to the Nashville, where they were receiving every attention from the surgeon. Such of the Spaniards as were injured in the fight were left on the cruiser to the care of their own medical officers. The two boats were still lying side by side, when round the distant headland appeared the bow of a battle ship. For a moment the men were aghast. It might mean the approach of a new and stronger enemy. Then a great cheer rose from every throat. They saw the Stars and Stripes bravely fluttering in the breeze, and knew what it meant. It was the Cruiser Brooklyn entering the harbor. The cruiser fired her saluting guns. Boom! Boom! But the cheers from her men drowned the noise of the guns. The blue jackets were wild with delight when they saw the American flag at the masthead of the Spanish cruiser. At this moment a diversion occurred. Overlooking the harbor was a fort. Now its guns began to fire at the two ships, the cruiser and the gun-boat. Previously they had refrained, because they were afraid they might do as much damage to friend as foe. Short-handed as he was, it was a difficult matter for Captain Long to handle his guns. But there was no necessity for his doing so. The Brooklyn took the work in hand instantly. Boom! The first shot struck the fort. It was old. Its weapons were antique, and it had no chance whatever against the great guns of the American cruiser. Shot after shot struck it, crumbling the masonry to powder. "The batteries are silenced!" cried Young Glory. "But not our men!" The cheer that went up confirmed the last statement. Already the Nashville and the Cristobal Colon were under way, steaming rapidly out of the harbor. A few distant guns from shore thundered at them, but they made a noise, and that was all. They were quite powerless to do any damage. Once more the vessels were in the open sea clear of San Juan de Porto Rico. The Brooklyn lay to, and a boat put off. In obedience to a signal from the cruiser, the gun-boat and her prize waited till the boat came up. In the cutter was Captain Miles, the commander of the Brooklyn. "A great and glorious victory, Captain Long," said he, stepping aboard the Nashville. "Yes, sir, thanks to the men you lent me, and especially Young Glory. Through his advice, as I don't mind admitting, the Spaniard was taken." "Well, I congratulate you. The country will be crazy when they hear what you've done. You will, of course, return home." "I want you to lend me some men, Captain Miles, to work the two ships."