steadily up and on, and then, near the top, the broken fragments
gathered together with a sudden burst of speed, the Spaniards
appeared for a moment outlined against the sky and poised for instant
flight, fired a last volley, and fled before the swift-moving wave
that leaped and sprang after them.

The men of the Ninth and the Rough Riders rushed to the block-house
together, the men of the Sixth, of the Third, of the Tenth Cavalry,
of the Sixth and Sixteenth Infantry, fell on their faces along the
crest of the hills beyond, and opened upon the vanishing enemy. They
drove the yellow silk flags of the cavalry and the flag of their
country into the soft earth of the trenches, and then sank down and
looked back at the road they had climbed and swung their hats in the
air. And from far overhead, from these few figures perched on the
Spanish rifle-pits, with their flags planted among the empty
cartridges of the enemy, and overlooking the walls of Santiago, came,
faintly, the sound of a tired, broken cheer.



III--THE TAKING OF COAMO



This is the inside story of the surrender, during the Spanish War, of
the town of Coamo. It is written by the man to whom the town
surrendered. Immediately after the surrender this same man became
Military Governor of Coamo. He held office for fully twenty minutes.

Before beginning this story the reader must forget all he may happen