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By Kirk Munroe

“Forward, March”

A Tale of the Spanish-American War

by

Kirk Munroe

Author of “The Painted Desert,” “Rick Dale,” The “Mate Series,” etc.

Illustrated

New York and London
Harper & Brothers Publishers

1899

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I. A BOWL OF ROSES
II. WAR IS DECLARED
III. ROLLO THE TERROR
IV. THE ROUGH RIDERS AT SAN ANTONIO
V. RIDGE BECOMES A TROOPER
VI. OFF FOR THE WAR
VII. THE STORY OF HOBSON AND THE MERRIMAC
VIII. CHARGED WITH A SECRET MISSION
IX. HERMAN DODLEY INTERPOSES DIFFICULTIES
X. ON THE CUBAN BLOCKADE
XI. A LIVELY EXPERIENCE OF CUBAN HOSPITALITY
XII. DENOUNCED BY A FRIEND
XIII. TO BE SHOT AT SUNRISE
XIV. REFUGEES IN THE MOUNTAINS
XV. DIONYSIO CAPTURES A SPANIARD
XVI. ASLEEP WHILE ON GUARD
XVII. IN THE HANDS OF SPANISH GUERILLAS
XVIII. DEATH OF SENORITA
XIX. CALIXTO GARCIA THE CUBAN
XX. THE TWO ADMIRALS
XXI. A SPANIARD’S LOYALTY
XXII. ROLLO IN CUBA
XXIII. THE “TERRORS” IN BATTLE
XXIV. FACING SAN JUAN HEIGHTS
XXV. RIDGE WINS HIS SWORD
XXVI. MUTINY ON A TRANSPORT
XXVII. DESTRUCTION OF THE SPANISH SHIPS
XXVIII. LAST SHOT OF THE CAMPAIGN
XXIX. TWO INVALID HEROES
XXX. ROLLO MAKES PROPOSITIONS

ILLUSTRATIONS

THE ROUGH RIDERS FOUGHT WITHOUT SEEING THE ENEMY . . . (Frontispiece)

“SILAS PINE GAZED ABOUT HIM WITH THE AIR OF ONE WHO IS DAZED”

“’HIM HOLGUIN SPANIARD. NOW YOU SHOOT HIM,’ SAID THE CUBAN”

RIDGE ESCORTS A CUBAN FAMILY INTO SANTIAGO

“FORWARD, MARCH!”

CHAPTER I

A BOWL OF ROSES

In the morning—room of a large, old—fashioned country—house, situated a few miles outside the city of New Orleans, sat a young man arranging a bowl of roses. Beside him stood a pretty girl, in riding costume, whose face bore a trace of petulance.

“Do make haste, Cousin Ridge, and finish with those stupid flowers. You have wasted half an hour of this glorious morning over them already!” she exclaimed.

“Wasted?” rejoined Ridge Norris, inquiringly, and looking up with a smile. “I thought you were too fond of flowers to speak of time spent in showing them off to best advantage as ’wasted.’”

“Yes, of course I’m fond of them,” answered Spence Cuthbert, who was from Kentucky on a Mardi Gras visit to Dulce Norris, her school—chum and cousin by several removes, “but not fond enough to break an engagement on account of them.”

“An engagement?”

“Certainly. You promised to go riding with me this morning.”

“And so I will in a minute, when I have finished with these roses.”

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