CHAPTER XI.
A LIVELY EXPERIENCE OF CUBAN HOSPITALITY "Good-bye, old man! Good luck, and hope we shall meet again soon." With these words, accompanied by a warm hand-clasp, Ensign Dick Comly stepped into his boat, and it was shoved off from the bit of Cuban beach on which Ridge Norris had just been landed.

For a couple of minutes the young trooper stood motionless, listening with strained ears to the lessening sound of muffled oars.

It was the last link connecting him with home, country, and safety.

For a moment he was possessed of such a panic that he was on the point of shouting for Comly to come back and take him away.

It did not seem as though he could be left there alone in the dark, and amid all the crowding terrors of that unknown land.
Just then Senorita, who stood dripping and shivering beside him, rubbed her wet nose softly against his cheek, as though begging for sympathy, and in an instant his courage was restored.