The following day brought us in sight of Subig Bay, and, while we lay at a distance, several of the smaller war vessels went inside to survey the situation.
"I wish we were going in," observed Dan. "There must be lots of Spanish vessels there."
"We are not making war on the merchantmen, Dan," I answered. "We are after warships."
"That's true, but we ought to take some prizes, just for the prize money."
"I only want what is coming to me,—my money and those documents left on board of the Dart,—and I want to bring Captain Kenny to justice."
"And give a helping hand to Tom Dawson and the others, if we can," he finished, and I nodded.
Soon the small ships which had been sent into the harbor returned, and then some of the captains went over to the Olympia to confer with the commodore.
"Something is up now, you can bet on that," said Dan, as the squadron set sail once more.
"We are bound southward," I replied. "That means Manila Bay, I presume."
Orders came around to "clear ship for action," and a busy half hour followed.
"Commodore Dewey knows we are getting
