with only the loss of the foremast and a battered bow, due to the falling of the heavy stick. She had sprung several small leaks, but her pumps had easily kept her free of water.
"And the parson—where is he?" asked Larry of the captain.
"He is still in Hong Kong," was the reply, and, receiving the Rev. Martin Wells' address, the boy took the privilege of calling upon the missionary, and was very warmly received.
"Truly you have had some wonderful adventures," said Mr. Wells, after listening' to the youth's recital. "But I take it you are rather proud of them—especially of your work on the Olympia at Manila."
And Larry, frank to the last, admitted that this was so.
Here properly ends the tale of Larry Russell's adventures "Under Dewey at Manila." We have seen how fortune, by a curious combination of circumstances, threw him in with the Asiatic Squadron, and how gallantly he fought during that battle which, with the exception of our second great naval victory near Santiago Bay, has no equal in history.
