Part 31 (1/2)

”And you live to tell it? Impossible!”

”No, it is true. I fell into a large tree, and that broke my fall. But I was badly scratched up, and my ankle was sprained.”

”A rare fall truly, boy. It would have been better, though, if you had been killed.”

”Thank you; I like that!”

”I say it because you are a prisoner who has tried to escape from us.

Do you know the fate of all such?”

At these words Larry could not help but s.h.i.+ver. He knew what the officer up at the cave prison had said,--that any prisoner trying to escape would be shot at the first opportunity which presented itself.

”Surely, you would not kill me for trying to get away?” he cried quickly.

The under-officer shrugged his shoulders. ”It is not for me to change our regulations of war, boy. Your words prove that you knew beforehand the risk you were running.”

”Yes, yes--but-- You would try to get away too, if our soldiers caught you.”

”Possibly--I understand you treat your prisoners very badly.”

”Our prisoners are treated as well as yours. And we would not kill a Filipino for having tried to escape,--unless, of course, he was shot in the attempt.”

”It is you who say that--I have heard vastly different stories; how our men were starved and shot down without mercy,--not one man, but hundreds of them. I have it from friends in Manila that your General Otis is a monster who would rather kill than save at any time.”

”Your friends have told you that which is not true!” exclaimed Larry, warmly. ”If anything, General Otis is too kind-hearted, especially with those who have done their best to put the city in a state of rebellion and those who have tried to burn it to the ground. I suppose your friends had a purpose in telling you what was not true.”

”I take my friends' words in preference to yours, boy,” was the angry answer. ”Who are you that come to take our country away from us--the country that we tried so hard to liberate from the iron grasp of Spain? The land is ours, and no Americans shall govern us. We will fight to the last,--from the cities to the towns, and from the towns to the villages, and then to the mountains, from one island to another,--and you shall never conquer us, no matter how large an army you send from across the ocean. But, bah, I am talking to a mere boy, when I might have better sense.” And turning on his heel the under-officer strode away, out of humor with himself as well as with Larry.

The youth felt utterly crushed, and sitting down on a rock, with a heart as heavy as lead, he wondered what was going to happen next.

Would they really shoot him? The thought was agony itself.

There were no other prisoners in the camp, so he was left for a long time alone, although several soldiers kept their eyes upon him, that he might not wander away. Soon supper was served, and one of the Tagals brought him a bowl of rice and meat. It must be confessed that he was now tremendously hungry, and ate all of what was given him, despite his down-heartedness.

The meal finished, the Filipinos were sitting around their camp-fires, when a certain General Drummo was announced. At once there was a parade, which the general reviewed with satisfaction. The newcomer was served with supper, and then Larry was brought before him.

The general had his head full of his plans for the morrow and gave the boy but scant attention.

”You knew the risk you ran when you stole away,” he said, in broken English. ”It is true you are but a boy, yet I'll wager you can use a gun better than some of our own men. I cannot pardon you, for that would be setting a bad example. So I hereby sentence you to be shot at sunrise to-morrow,--and may your death be an example to others who are thinking of escape.”

Before Larry could say a word, if indeed he wanted to speak, he was led away to a hollow back of the camp. Here he was tied fast to a tree, and two soldiers were detailed to guard him until the hour for his execution should arrive.

CHAPTER x.x.x

A RESCUE UNDER DIFFICULTIES

”Nothing here, cap'n.”

It was Boxer the scout who spoke. For two hours he, Ben, and Luke Striker had been examining the trail running along the cliff. They could find footprints without number, but no trace of Larry.