d Clara.
"They look like eyes."

"That's what they are," replied Jim, seriously.

Clara looked at him to see if he were joking.

"Honest to goodness, cross my heart, hope to die," returned Jim.

"But why do they put eyes there?" asked Clara, mystified.

"So that the boat can see where it's going," replied Jim.

"Well," said Mabel, with a gasp, "whatever else I take away from this
country, I'll have a choice collection of nightmares."

The steamer made splendid weather of the trip to the Philippines, and in a
few days they were steaming into Manila bay. Their hearts swelled with
pride as they recalled the splendid achievement of Admiral Dewey, when,
with his battle fleet, scorning mines and torpedoes, like Farragut at
Mobile, he had signaled for "full speed ahead."

"That fellow was the real stuff," remarked Jim.

"As good as they make them," agreed Joe. "And foxy, too. Remember how he
kept that cable cut because he didn't want the folks at Washington to
queer his game. He had his work cut out and he wasn't going to be
interfered with."

"Something like Nelson, when his chief ran up the signal to withdraw,"
suggested Denton. "He looked at it with that blind eye of his and said he
couldn't see it."

"Dewey was a good deal like Nelson," said Joe. "Do you remember how he
trod on the corns of that German admiral who tried to butt in?"

"Do I?" said Jim. "You bet I do."

The party met with a warm welcome when they went ashore at Manila.
American officers and men from the garrison thronged the dock to meet the
veterans of the diamond, whose coming had been widely heralded.

Many of them knew the players personally and all knew them by reputation.

The baseball teams went to their hotel and after they were comfortably
settled in their new quarters, the two chums accompanied by the girls went
out for a stroll. But they had not gone far before they were startled by
excited shouts a little way ahead of them and saw groups of people
scattering right and left in wild panic and confusion.

Down the street came a savage figure, running with the speed of a hare,
and holding in either hand a knife with which he slashed savagely right
and left at all that stood in his way.

His eyes were flaming with demoniacal fury, foam stood out upon his lips,
and from those lips issued a wailing cry that ended in a shriek:

"Amuck! Amuck!"

CHAPTER XXII

TAKING A CHANCE

There was a scream from the frightened girls a