All in vain; not an enemy did we see.

A number of transports homeward bound, bearing worn but happy soldiers, were passed, and some came near enough to exchange cheers and good wishes.
The screw revolved but slowly, and the ship moved just enough to give steerage way.

Every passing wave did as it wished with the great hulk, and she rolled like a log in the long swell.
Sunday night a change came over the almost quiet ship.

The propeller turned with some energy; the steering engine whirred, and the "Yankee" changed her course.

This time she headed straight for Guantanamo, and before many minutes we knew that we were returning to our old anchorage.
The orders were to blockade the passage and keep a bright lookout for the "Monserrat"; if by Sunday at six o'clock she had not appeared, we were to return to the fleet.
The men who were so sure that we should never see Guantanamo again wore a sheepish air, and those who were not so sure lorded over them and remarked cheerfully, "I told you so." Those of us who were sleeping at midnight were wakened and told to come to the port and look.