endered,
and some were such good runners that they escaped down the roadway. The
whole rebel army presented a scene of wild confusion. Some of the men
knelt and begged for mercy, and some cried out in a horrible way as they
saw the dreaded Yankees advancing. But it was all over very soon. The
prisoners were placed in line, and marched back along the road, and the
dead, of which there were about fifty, were soon buried. Aguinaldo had
escaped in the forest, and no one suggested that he should be followed.
All the officers knew that such a course would be useless, and most of
them were very well satisfied with what had already been accomplished.
The prisoners numbered more than six hundred, and the dead a hundred
more, while there were about seventy-five wounded. So if what Bill
Hickson said were true, not more than two hundred insurgents could have
escaped.

Among the seriously wounded was a man whom Archie recognised immediately
as one of his captors of two days previous, and while he was looking
over the bodies for the other men, he came suddenly to brave Bill
Hickson, lying face downward in the road. He almost screamed with fear
that he might be dead, and when one of the men hurried up to him he told
him who the man was. The colonel was soon on hand, and it was found that
the brave spy was not seriously wounded, and would recover soon under
proper treatment.

When the insurgent wounded were cared for, it was discovered that the
two companies sent out to reconnoitre had also suffered losses, and when
they marched back along the line of their retreat no less than five dead
and about twenty wounded were found. This sad news threw a gloom over
the entire regiment, and when they started back to Manila they marched
in quiet, and without rejoicing over their victory, which had proved so
costly.

Poor Archie, when they started to march, found, to his great disgust,
that he was so weak he couldn't walk far, and he thought this must be
due to the fright he had received. He was very angry with himself, until
the surgeon examined him and announced that he had a bullet in his arm.
And then Archie confessed that he had felt a stinging sensation at one
time during the firing, but had thought nothing of it. Now his disgust
was turned to great delight, for the idea of being wounded in battle was
glorious to his mind. "I'll bet I wounded more than one insurgent," he
told the surgeon, "for I discharged every barrel of my revolver." Th