Still Ben did not answer, but came as close as possible to the sharpshooter, who now advanced several steps. Suddenly the Tagal caught sight of Gilmore and took aim at the man. But before he could discharge the weapon, Ben reached under his arm and snatched it from his grasp.
"Bah! Americano!" ejaculated the sharpshooter, as he swung around and faced the young captain. Then he leaped forward to regain his rifle, but Ben struck him over the head with the stock, and he staggered back half dazed. In a moment more the American had him covered with a pistol.
"Hush!" he said warningly, and added in broken Spanish: "No noise, or I fire!"
"Pig!" growled the sharpshooter. "Pig! Give me back my Mauser!"
"Hush, I tell you, if you value your life."
The Tagal now understood and became silent, although he looked angry enough to annihilate the young officer who had thus got the better of him.
It must be confessed that Ben did not know what to do next. One object of his scouting had already been accomplished—to find out if the enemy really had sharpshooters in the neighborhood—and his main desire now was to get back to the American lines with Gilmore and without further trouble.
"Captain, who is that?" asked the lieutenant, feebly.
"A sharpshooter. I have just disarmed him."
"A sharpshooter! Why don't you fill him with lead?"
"I can't do that—now he is my prisoner. Besides, I don't want to arouse the whole neighborhood."
"Is he alone?"
"His friends are not far off."
"What are you going to do?"
"I hardly know. I can't take him and you both into camp, and I can't let him go."
"No, no, don't let him go. He'll bring the whole nest around our ears in no time."
"Put your hands up," said Ben to the prisoner, as best he could in Spanish. "And be careful of what you do, or I'll fire on you."
The language was understood, and the sharpshooter put up his dirty hands sullenly. Then Ben made him move into the hollow and sit down on a rock. The Tagal had now no weapon but a short knife, and this the young captain took from him.
"How many sharpshooters around here?" Ben asked.
"I do not know," was the short reply.
"Were you ordered to stay here all day?"
"No; we stay here so long as it pleases us."
"You were told that the Americans were coming in this direction?"
"No, but we suspect it."
"Why?"
At this the Tagal grinned. "Because our general has been waking them up."
"Of course you know just where your men are located on your picket line?" went on the young captain.
The sharpshooter did not quite understand this question, and Ben had to repeat it in several ways. At last the Tagal nodded slowly. Ben turned to Gilmore.
"Lieutenant, do you think you can allow that fellow to carry you on his back?"
"Carry me?" queried Gilmore, in intense surprise.
"Yes. I'll see to it that he does it as carefully as possible."
"But I don't understand."
"I want this man to show the way back to our lines, between the Filipino sharpshooters. If he carries you, I can walk beside him and see to it that he plays us no trick. Now do you understand?"
"I do," cried the lieutenant, and his face brightened. "But will the fellow do it?"
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"I'll make him do it," returned Ben, firmly.
A talk of several minutes with the Tagal followed. At first the sharpshooter was very unwilling, and shook his head steadily, but when Ben placed a pistol to the man's forehead he quickly changed his mind. Then Gilmore was lifted up, and the Tagal caught hold of his legs, while the lieutenant used what little strength he had to cling to the man's neck.
"Now you have got to get us past your sharpshooters in safety," said Ben, emphatically. "If you attempt to play us any trick, I'll shoot you on the spot. Forward!" And picking up the Tagal's rifle and slinging it over his shoulder, he ranged up beside the fellow, with drawn pistol ready for use.
It was plain to see the sharpshooter did not relish the task cut out for him, yet as he did not want to be shot, he moved forward as directed, and soon the hollow was left behind and the party of three was heading toward the rocks before mentioned.
The downfall of rain had now increased, and but little could be seen at a distance of a hundred feet or even less. The guide found a passage between the rocks and then moved directly northward.
"This is not the way to the American camp," said Ben, as he halted the sharpshooter.
"We must go around; six or eight sharpshooters are ahead," replied the Tagal, sourly.
"Oh, all right; but mind what I told you." And the young officer shook his pistol suggestively. On they went again, and no more was said for nearly quarter of an hour, when the sharpshooter came to a sudden halt.
"What's the trouble now?" began Ben, when he saw several forms moving in the brushwood ahead. "Are they your men?" he questioned quickly.
"Who can tell that—in this storm?" was the reply. And then the Tagal added: "I did not know anybody was here."
The forms were approaching rapidly, and there was no time to retreat. Suddenly the Tagal uttered a sharp cry and pushed Gilmore from him. He had recognized some fellow-sharpshooters, and fearing for his own safety he dodged behind a tree, but not before Ben had fired on him and wounded him in the shoulder.
The cry attracted the attention of the Filipinos, and the shot made them take to cover. But in a minute the young captain and his companion were surrounded, and a voice called out, in very bad English: "Americano, surrender, or we shoot him dead!"
Ben looked around, lowering his pistol as he did so. He saw the barrels of four rifles pointed at him and the barrel of a fifth pointed at Gilmore, who lay flat on his back, almost breathless with pain.
"I—I surrender!" gasped the lieutenant. "Don't kill me in cold blood!"
"Do you surrender, capitan?" demanded the voice which had spoken before.
Ben hesitated, but only for a moment longer. He saw several determined faces peering at him, saw that the Filipinos were ready to pull trigger at the word of command, and felt that the discharge of rifles would more than likely prove deadly.
"I surrender," he said quietly, and his heart sank as he uttered the words.
"The capitan will throw down his pistol and his rifle," went on the Tagalog leader.
Without ceremony Ben did as requested. The Tagals came out of the brushwood, and the Americans were quickly surrounded and searched, and all of their other weapons taken from them. Then the man named Riva came forward and claimed his rifle and his knife, telling his story with all the points possible in his favor.
A lively discussion followed. The sharpshooters were willing to conduct Ben to the rear, considering it a great feather