The blockade was not a mere paper blockade, but an exceedingly effective one.  Before two days had passed, the prizes taken began to multiply in numbers and in value.  The second capture was the Spanish freighter Pedro, of Bilboa, which was taken by the New York in the afternoon of the first day’s cruising.

When the fleet approached the Cuban coast and spread out for patrol duty, the New York turned eastward for her own watch, not knowing what might be found in the neighborhood.  Far off against the dim, vague background of Cuban hills, half seen, half guessed, could be traced a faint film of gray smoke, the one visible evidence of a Spanish freighter striving vainly to race out the day without being discovered by the great gray monsters that blackened the sky to the west with a solid mass of black cloud from their roaring furnaces.

Vainly the Spaniard raced.  Charging along at trial test speed, the New York soon lay across the bows of the Spanish ship, and the crashing challenge blazed from the deck of the cruiser.  A huge puff of white smoke rolled out from the side of the flagship, and far off, just in front of the Spaniard, a fountain of white foam leaped into the air.  In a moment the course of the strange Spaniard was changed, and she hove to.

Shortly after, the New York led her prize further out from shore and laid her to.  Crew and captain could be seen rushing about the deck of the ship like a nest of ants, hiding their valuables and striving to avert some impending fate they could only guess at in their ignorance.  As she came around her name could be clearly read on her stern, Pedro of Bilboa.

As soon as she was laid alongside, the Pedro was boarded by Ensign Frank Marble of the New York.  Ensign Marble led a prize crew, consisting of a file of marines and seamen.  With great formality the ensign swung aboard and assumed command.  A burly, bare-footed American tar shoved the Spanish quartermaster away from the wheel and began to set the course of the Spaniard.  The Spanish crew gathered in a terrified huddle near the forecastle and awaited developments.

Hardly had the prize crew been put on board before another freighter was seen going down the coast to the eastward.  The New York, leaving the captured Spanish craft in charge of the prize crew, drew across the bows of the stranger and sent a shot into the water directly in front of her bows.  She paid no attention to the challenge, but kept steadily on, and a few seconds later another shot was sent hurtling across the water in front of her.  After this hostile demonstration she hauled up and soon followed the New York out to sea.  It was discovered, however, that she flew the German flag, and consequently was permitted to proceed.

The prize crew from the New York took the captured vessel into port at Key West under its own steam.  The ship was bound from Havana to Santiago with a valuable cargo of rice, iron and beer.  On the same day two other captures were made, one by the torpedo boat Ericsson, which seized a fishing schooner under the very guns of Morro Castle and by the torpedo boat, Porter, which took the Spanish schooner, Mathilde, after a lively chase and a number of shots.  Both of these prizes were taken to Key West to join their unfortunate friends.