Their presence had been detected by the firing on the hillside, and with the range thus obtained the Yankee gunners sent shell after shell with deadly precision among the ambushed troops.
Completely demoralized by the awful effect of this fire, the Spaniards broke from cover and fled, leaving a score of dead behind, and bearing with them a desperately wounded officer.

They carried him as far as Sevilla, which place they did not reach until the following morning, and where General Linares bent pityingly over him.
"Loyal and brave even unto death," he murmured.

"For this last faithful service to Spain you shall rank as Captain." Then, as the closed eyes of the wounded man were opened with a look of recognition, the General turned to those who had brought him, and said: "He is too valuable to our cause, and too brave a Spaniard to die if we can save his life.

Therefore carry Captain Navarro to the hospital in Santiago, and deliver my orders that he receive the best of care." So the painful journey was resumed, but on the crest of San Juan Heights, overlooking the city, the litter-bearers found that they were carrying a dead man.

It was useless to convey him farther, and a little later they buried him, with full military honors, on the sunny slope that was shortly destined to become the scene of one of the world's decisive battles.
In the mean time Ridge Norris, snatched from the very jaws of destruction by the prompt devotion of his prisoner-friend, had emerged from his concealment, and hastened down the hill in a direction opposite to that taken by those who sought his life.
After awhile, believing that he had gained a safe distance from them, he paused to consider his situation.