Sunday at six o'clock
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 . Sleepily we obeyed , but the moment we reached the opening we were wide awake .