guna de Bay, along what is called by the natives the Road of the Friars, a rocky, uneven way which had not been repaired for many years. At four in the morning the party reached Candaras, a small village on the bay, and here took to a casco owned by a native fisherman. As was expected, when confronted by the Americans, the fisherman claimed he was an amigo, although at heart a thorough rebel.
"If you are a friend, you will come with us," said the major, and forced the man to enter the casco, a large clumsy affair, with a wooden hood over the stern seat. The fisherman protested, but the major would not listen, and soon the party was out on the lake.
"You know where the rocky shore is which the rebels call Satan's Foot," said Major Morris, when out of sight of the village. "I want you to take us to that spot, and without delay."
The fisherman shook his head. "I know of no such place," he protested.
"I say you do know," answered the major, coldly, and pulled out his pistol. "There is an old Spanish watch-tower at the point. If you do not land us at the tower before sunrise, I will put a bullet
