them. Many were limping, but if any one of them happened
to fall and thus delay the march he would hear a curse as a soldier
ran up brandishing a branch torn from a tree and forced him to rise
by striking about in all directions. The string then started to run,
dragging, rolling in the dust, the fallen one, who howled and begged
to be killed; but perchance he succeeded in getting on his feet and
then went along crying like a child and cursing the hour he was born.

The human cluster halted at times while the guards drank, and then
the prisoners continued on their way with parched mouths, darkened
brains, and hearts full of curses. Thirst was for these wretches the
least of their troubles.

"Move on, you sons of ----!" cried a soldier, again refreshed,
hurling the insult common among the lower classes of Filipinos.

The branch whistled and fell on any shoulder whatsoever, the nearest
one, or at times upon a face to leave a welt at first white, then red,
and later dirty with the dust of the road.

"Move on, you cowards!" at times a voice yelled in Spanish, deepening
its tone.

"Cowards!" repeated the mountain echoes.

Then the cowards quickened their pace under a sky of red-hot iron,
over a burning road, lashed by the knotty branch which was worn
into shreds on their livid skins. A Siberian winter would perhaps be
tenderer than the May sun of the Philippines.

Yet, among the soldiers there was one who looked with disapproving
eyes upon so much wanton cruelty, as he marched along silently
with his brows knit in disgust. At length, seeing that the guard,
not satisfied with the branch, was kicking the prisoners that fell,
he could no longer restrain himself but cried out impatiently, "Here,
Mautang, let them alone!"

Mautang turned toward him in surprise. "What's it to you, Carolino?" he
asked.

"To me, nothing, but it hurts me," replied Carolino. "They're men
like ourselves."

"It's plain that you're new to the business!" retorted Mautang with
a compassionate smile. "How did you treat the prisoners in the war?"

"With more consideration, surely!" answered Carolino.

Mautang remained silent for a moment and then, apparently having
discovered the reason, calmly rejoined, "Ah, it's because they are
enemies and fight us, while these--these are our own countrymen."

Then drawing nearer to Carolino he whispered, "How stupid you
are! They're treated so in order that they may attempt to resist or
to escape, and the