In Porto Rico; a part of greater America . er people. The boys will never forget the weeks ofsuspense that followed. But the war wasover, the major had escaped its dangers,and the boys, with their mother, were tojoin him where they would meet withadventures far more fascinating thancowboys and Indians. One of the first things the boys did atSan Juan was to gain their fathers permis-sion to explore the old castle. Then,under the guidance of an artilleryman, theyexamined every part of the old fortressknown to the Americans. They saw the Spanish gun which hadbeen dismounted by a shot from the Har
In Porto Rico; a part of greater America . er people. The boys will never forget the weeks ofsuspense that followed. But the war wasover, the major had escaped its dangers,and the boys, with their mother, were tojoin him where they would meet withadventures far more fascinating thancowboys and Indians. One of the first things the boys did atSan Juan was to gain their fathers permis-sion to explore the old castle. Then,under the guidance of an artilleryman, theyexamined every part of the old fortressknown to the Americans. They saw the Spanish gun which hadbeen dismounted by a shot from the Har-vard and another which had killed two menon the New York; the watch-tower throughwhich a shell had passed, killing theSpanish sentry inside, and the great scarin the wall behind, where it had climbed up into the lighthouse which 48 TWO BOYS IN MORRO CASTLE. the American government had built afterthe old one had been destroyed in thebombardment. They followed their guide into the mensquarters: cool, cavelike rooms in the walls,. MORRO FROM HARBOR ENTRANCE. looking out over the rocks and breakersfar down below. They went down a flightof broad, low stone steps into the greatcourtyard which now served as the kitchen,fitted with the best of modern cooking-stoves set in convenient archways, with adozen soldier-cooks at work. TWO BOYS IN MORRO CASTLE. 49 As they mounted the steps again, theymet a little white dog trotting leisurelydown; a very white dog indeed, with apointed black nose, who stopped andcocked an inquiring ear at them. Hullo, Spigotty! said the soldier. Ihavent seen you for a week. What a name! said Mark, as the litdedog jumped up against the soldiers legs,with much wagging of a curly tail. Whatdo you call him that for? Because hes a Spigotty pup, repliedthe soldier, logically. You see, he wenton in an explanatory vein, we fellows calleverything down here Spigotty, and wefound this little chap in the fort when wecame. We tried a lot of American dognames on h
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