Part 16 (1/2)

”No--no--I'm not all--all right,” came with a gasp. ”I've had my wi--wind knocked ou--out of me.”

”Any bones broken?”

”I gue--guess not. But wh--who ever heard of such a con--founded trick?”

”I've heard of it several times, major. But we are not as bad off as we might have been had the rebels put some sharp sticks down here to spit us with.”

”True.” Major Morris gave a grunt, and wiped the dirt from his eyes.

”Well, I reckon we've learned what their engineering corps was up to.”

This was said so dryly that in spite of his discomfiture Ben was compelled to laugh.

”Yes, we've learned. The question is, now we are down here, how are we going to get out?”

”Better make a light and see how deep the hole is first,” replied the commander of the first battalion.

Fortunately Ben had plenty of matches with him, and striking one, he lit a bamboo stalk and held it up as a torch. By the flickering light thus afforded they saw that the hole was about eight feet wide and twice as long. The level of the road above was fully eight feet over their heads.

”Looks as if we were in a box, eh, captain?” said the major, grimly.

”We're certainly in a hole,” responded Ben. ”But I think we can get out without much trouble. I wish we had a spade.”

”Well, wis.h.i.+ng won't bring one, and there is nothing here to take the place of one, either.”

”Nothing but our hands. Here, if you'll hold the light, I'll see what I can do.”

”Here is a bit of a flat stick, try that,” rejoined Major Morris; and taking the article mentioned, Ben set to work with vigor, attacking one end of the hole by loosening the dirt so that a large portion of it soon fell at their feet. Standing upon the fallen portion he continued his operations, and presently more of the dirt fell, leaving an incline up which both began to scramble on hands and knees. It was not a very dignified thing to do, but it was far better than to remain in the hole, and besides, there was n.o.body at hand to comment on the want of dignity in the movement.

”We are well out of that,” began Major Morris, brus.h.i.+ng off his clothing as he spoke. ”In the future--”

”Hold on, major, somebody is coming,” interrupted Ben, and pulled his companion back. He had seen a faint light advancing toward them, from a side road which joined the main road at a point but a few yards distant. Soon he made out a heavy cart approaching, drawn by a pair of caribaos, or water buffaloes. On the seat of the cart sat two sleepy-looking natives.

”We must stop that cart,” was the major's comment. ”If we don't, there will be a bad smash-up.”

”I don't think it's a good plan to expose ourselves,” replied Ben.

”But do you want those chaps to break their necks?” demanded the commander of the first battalion. ”More than likely they are _amigos_.”

”I've got a plan for warning them, major.”

As Ben spoke he picked up some of the driest of the gra.s.s and palm leaves and applied a match to the stuff. It blazed up readily, and he threw the ma.s.s in with the other stuff about the edge of the hole.

”There, if they can't see that they must be blind,” he said. ”Come, let us get out,” and off they ran for the thicket close at hand. From here they watched the cart and saw it come to a halt near the hole and knew that the turnout was safe.

”I shouldn't think the rebels would care to leave those holes about,”

was Major Morris' comment, as they pushed on once more. ”They are as dangerous to their own people as they are to us.”

”I suppose they tell their own people about them.”