They were two armored cruisers of the Cristobal Colon class and two protected cruisers.
"For that—there are not wanting brooms in the house," said Cristobal jovially.
I saw you, Cristobal, when you came before me with your colored candle, one year ago.
Cristobal repeated the words, a soft light stealing over his face.
The Cristobal Colon made a desperate dash for freedom, and was not overtaken until she had gone fifty miles west of Santiago.
Cristobal arose, and, although still blind, walked in light.
Five minutes later the anchor was out of the ground and the Cristobal Colon was adrift and canting.
Next day, “golden-sided” Burgundy saw no happier boy than Cristobal.
No untoward incident occurred while the boxes of rifles labeled "Sugar machinery" were being loaded into the Cristobal's hold.
He had signalled his name according to the code of the Cristobal.