We awaited the return of Captain Brownson with impatience.

The news he brought was reassuring, however.

Nothing of moment had occurred since our departure from New York.

Within an hour we were again out at sea, this time en route to Santiago.
There was little sleep on board that night, and when morning dawned, every man who could escape from below was on deck watching, waiting for the first glimpse of Admiral Sampson's fleet.

Shortly after daylight, the squadron was sighted.