Admiral Dewey is the hero of the hour. This is the third time I have seen him, and he looks relaxed and happy. Twenty days ago, he had a less prosperous and more troubled air. The Belgian consul visiting him at that time found him overpowered by the events, especially by the possible intervention of a Spanish squadron.
–Well!, he was alleged to have said. With the French or the English leading a squadron like that, all would have been lost, but with the Spanish in command I am rather hopeful. They have no cannons, so I have nothing to fear. I could always keep them at a distance during an exchange of artillery fire.
Since then, Admiral Dewey has been given an additional 6,000 men and munitions, while Camara has shown no sign of life.
Despite his advancing years, Admiral Dewey appears vigorous and composed. A particular calmness is projected by the radiant look on his face. His expression varies between this composure and the shrewdness of a wolf well hidden in sheep’s skin. He is extremely courteous and punctilious to a fault. He does not compromise himself unless provoked into a situation. Instead, he tries to please and can equivocate at great lengths, giving the impression of a commitment, a characteristic quite familiar to Aguinaldo.