The 'Yankee' is the modern 'Flying Dutchman,' and--" At that moment the "Kid" appeared in sight, and his beaming face convinced us.

It was glorious news, but not one of us felt like cheering.

Our emotions were too deep for that.

The mere prospect of seeing home again was enough pleasure for the moment, and we were content to talk quietly over the welcome possibility of soon meeting relatives and friends.
The "Yankee" was destined, however, to experience a little more service before dropping anchor in home waters.
For several days we cruised along the coast between Casilda and Cienfuegos.

We came to know it very well; every ravine in the mountains was familiar, every inlet in the coral-bound shore known to us.