"Now, run it forward, Sergeant," commanded Captain Freeman. "Support Lieutenant Prescott. The Moros have halted him for the moment."
Again the Gatling went into action up front, where Sergeant Noll Terry, in the front rank, was taking more than his share of the attack, though as yet he had given many wounds and received none. Yet Prescott"s advance would have been driven back had it not been for the prompt arrival of the machine gun.
The transport and rear guard were coming up now.
"Corporal," called Captain Freeman, "my compliments to Lieutenant Prescott, and tell him that I want the whole line to move forward as rapidly as possible. Our only safety, now, lies in getting as quickly as possible off this road and into an open country."
Prescott received the order, and right loyally responded. As often as possible the Gatling, now up with the advance, was given an opportunity to cool.
Within twenty minutes after the opening of the attack the Moro spirit was broken for the time. They had had more than a hundred men killed and wounded, and that was all the brown men could stand for the first onset.
"Don"t pursue any further," ordered Captain Freeman, well up with the advance by this time. "Let the rascals get away if they don"t interfere with our advance. We"ll have them at hand to fight when we"re ready, Lieutenant. What we must do now is to get a place where we can fortify ourselves and look after our wounded."
"We"ve a heavy list, I fear, sir."
"Heavy enough," replied Captain Freeman gravely.
There was no further opposition to the advance of the regulars, who, despite the great inferiority of their numbers, had made the brown men respect their fighting grit and prowess. Within ten minutes after Captain Freeman"s order to abandon the chase there was no visible evidence that there were any Moros in the neighboring mountains.
"March to the right, and take that hill yonder in quick time, Lieutenant Prescott," directed Captain Freeman.
"Very good, sir."
"Follow the lieutenant, you men with the Gatling," ordered the commanding officer, and Hal and his comrades covered the ground as quickly as they could. No opposition was offered to their taking the hill. Here the first regulars to arrive dropped down panting, though Prescott, Hal and Noll remained standing and vigilant. Slowly the rest of the column climbed the hill. After a brief rest the men were set to work fortifying the crest of this little rise of ground.
No trench is ever dug, by a wise commander, at the exact top of a hill, but always at a point a little below, which is called the "military crest." If the trench were on the top of the hill, every time the men raised themselves to fire, their heads and trunks would stand out too clearly defined against the sky-line, and make them easy marks for an enemy below.
Up on the top of the hill, however, was a depression in the ground. Into this s.p.a.ce the transport wagons were driven, and here the dead were laid out and the wounded attended to.
A deadly morning"s work it had proved. Five infantrymen had been killed, twelve were wounded badly enough to be out of the fighting lists for the present, while twenty-two others, though more or less wounded, were still fit for duty.
"Now, chum, you see what follows the fighting," murmured Hal in Noll"s ear. "How do you like what follows the fighting?"
"It looks some grim," Sergeant Terry admitted, wrapping his left hand where a creese had made a gash. "But what are we here for, and why are we soldiers, if this sort of thing doesn"t appeal to us?"
"I"m afraid you"re hopelessly blood-thirsty," smiled Hal.
"No; I"m not. I enlisted because I believed I"d like the soldier life, and fighting is the highest expression of the soldier"s work."
"h.e.l.lo, there, "Long"!" called Private Kelly.
"Yes?" answered Private William Green, turning at the hail.
"Did you bring along your kantab and pa.s.s plenty of it to the goo-goos?"
"I"ll make no money here," grunted William disdaining to answer Kelly"s teasing question. "There"s no chance to spend money here, so none of the fellows will borrow from me."
"Making no money?" Kelly rebuked him. "Man, isn"t your government pay running along, and ain"t ye glad ye"re here to be drawing it?"
"I don"t like this fighting business," grumbled Slosson.
"Why not?" inquired Kelly in mild surprise.
"In that hike I lost my pipe. Lucky for me I brought two more along in my pack. I"ll get one of them out, now. Want the other, Kelly?"
"I do not, lad, and my thanks to you. Slosson, I"m beginning to think we ought to force the brown men to accept pipes. If they smoked "em the way you do yours there"d soon be fewer of the pesky brown goo-goos in this land."
CHAPTER XX
CORPORAL DUXBRIDGE"S MISTAKE
Fortunately there was water, a clear, cool spring of it just below the trench line. As soon as the men were rested, Captain Freeman detailed a score of them to haul water up into camp.
"Don"t get into groups, you water carriers, either," Lieutenant Prescott called after the men as they started down the slope with buckets. "Keep apart. If you don"t, some of the Moros in the distance will be taking pot-shots and getting some of you."
The day wore on, and it looked as though the Moros were still running.
"I"d hate to have to take ten men and fight all of the enemy who are within two thousand yards of here," declared Captain Freeman in the hearing of a large part of his command. "The datto has us all in a bunch and he"ll hang to us until he has wiped us out."
"I don"t believe he can do it, sir," retorted Lieutenant Greg Holmes.
"No; but the brown rascal thinks he can, which amounts to the same thing as far as he is concerned. Mr. Holmes, you may safely take my word for it that the datto has made up his own mind not to allow one of us ever to get back in safety to Bantoc."
Late in the afternoon the five soldiers who had been slain were placed in a row at the top of the hill.
"Too bad we haven"t a Flag to drape the poor fellows with," said Captain Freeman sorrowfully.
"We have a Flag with us, sir," spoke up Hal, saluting.
"Where is it, Sergeant?"
"In a small parcel in one of the ammunition wagons, sir."
"How does it happen to be there, Sergeant?"
"I put it in myself, sir. It"s the Flag that the Moros hauled down from the flagstaff over the schoolhouse near Seaforth"s--the Flag they slashed and danced upon. I picked it up at that time, sir; and when we started on this expedition I placed the Flag in one of the wagons."
"Why did you do that, Sergeant?"
"Because I was in hopes that before we get through with this expedition, sir, we"d find a chance to make Datto Hakkut and his men salute the American Flag."
"Bring the Flag here, Sergeant."
Hal brought it, and its tattered folds were so laid that some remnant of the bunting touched each of the five bodies of the slain soldiers.