the army comes up and besieges Santiago, I'll wager the city will go hungry in no time," returned the boy.
During the balance of the day the marines were kept busy resisting several additional attacks from the Spaniards. The onslaughts were heavy and determined, but each time the enemy was beaten back, and at nightfall Old Glory still waved from, the flagstaff where it had originally been run up. A foothold had been gained by our side which was not to be taken from us.
Walter had selected a cosy corner to rest in and was sleeping soundly when a sudden alarm rang out. "The Dons! They are coming over a thousand strong! To arms, everybody!" And then came a grand rush.
The report was true; the Spanish column had organized a midnight attack, feeling they knew the ground much better in the dark than would their opponents. On they came, yelling like demons, while the marines stood their ground firmly and fearlessly.
"I must do my share of fighting," thought the boy, and bounced up with the rest. He had already been supplied with a carbine and ammuni-
