ser and Remington rifles and a goodly store of ammunition,
for which they had been yearning.

Dewey had no men whom he could spare to send ashore; therefore, he had
left these surrendered Spaniards to take care of themselves. Evidently
he did not anticipate an attack upon the garrison at Cavite, or
he might have landed enough marines from his battleships to have
prevented it.

When Marie heard about the capture of the Spanish garrison at Cavite
by the Filipinos, she at once rowed over there to see what was going
to be done with the prisoners. This was the first time she had been
at Cavite since the day of her lover's tragic death. She found the
Filipinos jubilant over their new fire-arms. But many of them had
never before used a gun and they were very awkward with them, so
that accidents were constantly occurring. The privileges of target
practice given to Marie by the Spaniards, in times past, now found a
new reward. She organized the Filipinos into squads for this training,
arranged suitable targets for them, supervised the loading and cleaning
of their guns, and by voluntary assent became the leader in a whole
lot of nefarious mischief in the neighborhood.

But what about her lover's dying request and the vow she registered
in her aching soul as she left the scene of his death? By remaining
away from the graves of our loved ones we may check memory and
enthrone reason, thus more rapidly overcoming sorrow. By constantly
resorting to places of grief we keep that grief, whatever may have
been its cause, fresh on the tablets of our memories. The fact that
Marie had not returned to Cavite, the scene of her sorrow, for about
two months, helped her to forget it and to flirt with fate among the
very troops who had caused it. Now that she had returned to Cavite,
old visions began to haunt her. Shooting at wooden targets was not
desperate enough to appease her nature; she longed for bloodshed.

Between herself and a few Filipino leaders she concocted a scheme
that would be hilarious, avenge the death of him whom she had
briefly mourned, as well as the deaths of Rizal and thousands of
other Filipinos who had been shot or strangled by the Spaniards,
and satisfy the longings of her innermost nature. It was this: a
pit twenty feet in diameter and ten feet deep was to be dug on the
higher ground a few miles southwest of Cavite. Each morning twenty
of the captured Spaniards were to be marched out to this pit and
made to slide d