The latter was smiling, and as we watched, he made a gesture toward the mysterious brass cylinder.
"See that thing, Brownson ?" he called out.
The captain nodded.
"It almost paid you a visit last night." "What----" "We picked it up near shore this morning and sunk another.

That Spanish torpedo boat made a great attempt to sink one of our ships, and, if I am not mistaken, the 'Yankee' was her intended prey.

Congratulations." As the "Porter" steamed away we felt very much like congratulating ourselves.

This was grim war of a certainty.

Like the boy who was blown a mile in a cyclone without injury, we experienced a certain pride that we really had been in danger.
About the middle of the afternoon a signal was seen on the flagship.