"Not yet!" shouted Manuel. The Spaniard was on his feet again, and was coming at Young Glory. He had a dagger in his hand, and on his face was the look of a wild animal. Young Glory was unarmed now, and it seemed as if he was a doomed man. "There is time to kill him, or to fire the ship yet!" muttered Manuel as he dashed forward. The fuse was extinct, so there was no danger from that. Young Glory stood ready to spring aside when Manuel made his attack, for it was his only chance. "This time you shall die!" hissed Manuel, glaring at his enemy. Young Glory saw the weapon flash in the air, and as it descended he jumped out of the way. It was only safety for a moment though, for Manuel, agile as a cat, turned on him and with the speed of lightning thrust again. There was a rush of feet. "Young Glory! Young Glory!" "Here!" Bang! Dan Daly, pistol in hand, had reached the magazine just in time to save Young Glory. He saw the Spaniard in the act of stabbing the brave young sailor, and instantly he raised his six-shooter and fired. Manuel was struck by the bullet between the shoulders. He staggered wildly, threw up his hands, dropping his stilletto as he did so, and then sank on the floor of the magazine. When they went to him they found he was dead. CHAPTER XV. THE CRUISER IN DANGER--A PRICE ON YOUNG GLORY'S HEAD. The ship was saved. Thanks to Young Glory, the plot of the Spanish officers was defeated. It may be imagined how heartily Lieutenant Tyler thanked the young hero, and also how grateful Young Glory was to Dan Daly for the shot that disposed of Manuel. Henceforth, the Spanish officers were treated the same as the men. They had shown that they were not to be trusted, and for security's sake they were held as prisoners. "So you didn't know me, Dan?" "Faith, no, why it's a great detective ye'd be afther making." "It was easy work, Dan. Well, we've had a hot time of it lately. I suppose we'll run now to Key West without a hitch." "Shure, an' I hope not. It's the beautiful ship we have now. If we're afther meetin' a Spaniard it's a great time we'll be havin'." "You'll be disappointed, Dan. Spanish ships are tired of showing themselves in these waters." It seemed as if Young Glory was right. The time passed, and though a good lookout was kept, not one of the enemy's fleet hove in sight. The Cristobal Colon was running along the northern coast of Cuba now. Since she had parted with the gun-boat she had seen nothing of the latter. No doubt the Nashville was on its way to Key West. The third day from Porto Rico found the cruiser lying off Mulas. The island jutted out prominently here, and the water being deep, the prize steamed along close in to shore. "What's that?" asked Dan. "A town, to be sure." "An' it's a quare flag that's flying!" "It's the Cuban flag. All this coast is in the hands of the insurgents." "More power to them!" "So say I, but what are we doing?"