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When
he
returned
to
where
his
happy-go-lucky
Caribs
were
waiting
they
sprang
up
and
saluted
,
as
he
had
drilled
them
to
do
.
"
Come
,
muchachos
,
"
said
the
admiral
;
"
it
seems
that
the
government
is
poor
.
It
has
no
money
to
give
us
.
We
will
earn
what
we
need
to
live
upon
.
Thus
will
we
serve
our
country
.
Soon
"
--
his
heavy
eyes
almost
lighted
up
--
"
it
may
gladly
call
upon
us
for
help
.
"
Thereafter
El
Nacional
turned
out
with
the
other
coast
craft
and
became
a
wage-earner
.
She
worked
with
the
lighters
freighting
bananas
and
oranges
out
to
the
fruit
steamers
that
could
not
approach
nearer
than
a
mile
from
the
shore
.
Surely
a
self-supporting
navy
deserves
red
letters
in
the
budget
of
any
nation
.
After
earning
enough
at
freighting
to
keep
himself
and
his
crew
in
provisions
for
a
week
Felipe
would
anchor
the
navy
and
hang
about
the
little
telegraph
office
,
looking
like
one
of
the
chorus
of
an
insolvent
comic
opera
troupe
besieging
the
manager
's
den
.
A
hope
for
orders
from
the
capital
was
always
in
his
heart
.
That
his
services
as
admiral
had
never
been
called
into
requirement
hurt
his
pride
and
patriotism
.
At
every
call
he
would
inquire
,
gravely
and
expectantly
,
for
despatches
.
The
operator
would
pretend
to
make
a
search
,
and
then
reply
:
"
Not
yet
,
it
seems
,
Señor
el
Almirante
--
poco
tiempo
!
"
Outside
in
the
shade
of
the
lime-trees
the
crew
chewed
sugar
cane
or
slumbered
,
well
content
to
serve
a
country
that
was
contented
with
so
little
service
.
One
day
in
the
early
summer
the
revolution
predicted
by
the
collector
flamed
out
suddenly
.
It
had
long
been
smouldering
At
the
first
note
of
alarm
the
admiral
of
the
navy
force
and
fleet
made
all
sail
for
a
larger
port
on
the
coast
of
a
neighbouring
republic
,
where
he
traded
a
hastily
collected
cargo
of
fruit
for
its
value
in
cartridges
for
the
five
Martini
rifles
,
the
only
guns
that
the
navy
could
boast
.
Then
to
the
telegraph
office
sped
the
admiral
.
Sprawling
in
his
favourite
corner
,
in
his
fast-decaying
uniform
,
with
his
prodigious
sabre
distributed
between
his
red
legs
,
he
waited
for
the
long-delayed
,
but
now
soon
expected
,
orders
.
"
Not
yet
,
Señor
el
Almirante
,
"
the
telegraph
clerk
would
call
to
him
--
"
poco
tiempo
!
"
