to say much, but allowed the American to
gently bear him to a more comfortable place in the open.

After a few moments' rest, the sufferer opened his eyes and beckoned
Sever to draw nearer. His whole expression had changed from hatred and
fear of his rescuer to that of implicit confidence. In good Spanish
he told that he had been wounded when they had charged the "Yankee"
line, but, having heard of how heartless and cruel his enemy was, he
followed his retreating and panic-stricken comrades till so weakened
from loss of blood he could go no further. Knowing they were being
hotly pursued, he crawled into the cogonales, hoping to escape the
eyes of the hated Americans.

Sever arose to seek a surgeon. The old look of terror returned to the
wounded native's face, and he reached out his skeleton-like hand as
if to hold him, and implored: "No, Capitan, don't go; the 'medico'
may not be so kind as you, and I might die before you came back. I
cannot live much longer."

The brave and sympathetic officer then said: "Let me get some of my
men who will carry you to the hospital. I cannot remain longer nor
do I wish to leave you."

The wounded Tagalo looked wistfully into his face and feebly murmured:
"Will you do something else for me?"

The Captain hesitated for a moment, apparently wondering what the
request could be, then gave a nod of assent, and stooped to listen,
bending closer and his interest increasing as the suffering fellow
struggled with his narrative.

It ran: He was called Benito Gonzales, and he had been forced to
take up arms by the insurgent authorities. He had a sweetheart named
Juanita Tarinto, who had at the opening of the war taken refuge in
a convent in Manila. He wished to send her his "anting anting" (his
good luck charm), and some little money he had saved before the war
began. Would the Capitan take charge of these things and deliver them?

Having received assurance that his tokens would be carefully taken
care of, he closed his eyes as if in great pain, a moment later a
smile passed over his face, and he knew nothing more.

Just then the regimental surgeon approached, and Sever called to
him. They gently removed the clothing from the boy, and discovered
that he had received a frightful wound in the side. They carefully
and tenderly placed him on a litter borne by two Chinamen, and sent
him to the town, some distance back.

After this futile attack of the little rebels, the days passed with
the