He told 'Mother Hubbub' the moral effect was worth all the trouble." "That's an expert opinion," observed "Hay," wiping off the breech of the gun.

"Now you've had your little say, youngster, so just trot along." The fleet presently reached its former station several miles off shore, and the bombardment of Santiago was at an end.
No attempt was made to clean ship until late in the afternoon.

The men were permitted to lie around decks and rest, smoke, and discuss the fight, which they did with exceeding interest.

When dinner was piped at noon, the shrill call of the boatswain's whistle was welcome music.

A sea battle is a good appetizer.
About four o'clock in the afternoon the fleet was treated to a spectacle both novel and humorous.