Still later that afternoon--not long before sundown--while the "Warren"
was still ploughing her way through the sea, the little brown spy drew Vicente Tomba to one side in the native steerage.
To make a.s.surance doubly sure, both Filipinos spoke in their own Malay dialect, the Tagalos.
"Tomba!"
"Luis?"
"Tomba, the Senor Draney is greatly disturbed. Sergeant Overton and Sergeant Terry have recognized him as one whom they saw with you in Manila."
"Bah! That amounts to little. Senor Draney can deny."
"But they have recognized you also, my Tomba, and so has Corporal Hyman.
More, they have told Captain Cortland all they know, and all they can guess."
"The dogs!" growled Vicente Tomba, his snarl showing his fine, white teeth.
"You do well to call them dogs," grinned Luis. "Senor Draney bids me to remind you what becomes of dogs that are troublesome. You have others here with you who can help. At the first chance, then, Overton, Terry and Hyman are to bite the bone that kills--and Captain Cortland, too, if you can manage it!"
CHAPTER IV
CERVERRA"S INNOCENT SHOP
"D"ye know what I"m thinking about?" demanded Private Kelly, as he turned to look out southward from Fort Benjamin Franklin.
"Not being a mind reader--no," replied Hal.
"I"m thinking this country is a fine place to dream about."
"It"s worth it," declared Sergeant Overton, with unsullied boyish enthusiasm.
"Worth it--huh!" retorted Kelly, who had served longer in the Army.
"Mind ye, I said this was a good country to dream about. But to live in--give me "G.o.d"s country.""
The United States soldier on foreign service, invariably alludes to home in this way.
Send him to the fairest spot on which the human eye ever rested, and the soldier will still longingly speak of home as "G.o.d"s country."
"Then I"ll be polite," retorted Sergeant Hal, "and say that I wish, Kelly, that you could be at home. But as for me, I"m glad I"m here."
"Wait until you are in your third enlistment, and have put in another two years in the islands, after this time," growled Kelly.
"Why, where can you find a more beautiful spot than this?" demanded Hal Overton, gazing across the fields toward the town of Bantoc. "I never saw a more beautiful spot. I wonder if there are many like it in the tropics?"
"Beautiful?" rumbled Kelly. "Sure! But ye can"t eat beauty. "Tis a long way from anywhere, this spot, and that"s what I"ve got against it."
"Grumbling again, Kelly?" asked Sergeant Noll Terry, joining them.
"Not grumbling," retorted Kelly. "Just giving my opinion. But this boy sergeant is trying to make me think this swamp on northern Mindanao is an earthly paradise."
"Well, isn"t it?" challenged Noll. "I know what ails you, Kelly. When all is peace and comfort, with three "squares" a day, and not a heap to do, your old soldier is always kicking. But just send you and the rest, Kelly, hiking up through those mountains yonder, give you twenty miles a day of rough climbing, drown you out with rain and let you use up your shoes chasing a lot of ugly brown men, and never a kick will we hear coming from you."
"Sure, no," replied Kelly philosophically. ""Tis then we"d be doing a soldier"s work, and a kicker on a hike is as useless as a coffee-cooler at an afternoon tea."
"In other words," laughed Hal, "a real soldier of the Regular Army is as patient as a camel when things are all going wrong. The only time when your real soldier kicks is when he"s having it easy and is too comfortable to be patient. Curious, isn"t it?"
"Oh, well, "tis no use talking to you two," retorted Private Kelly, shaking his head and strolling away. "Ye"ve not seen much of service yet."
"That"s another joke," laughed Hal in a low voice, as soon as Kelly had stepped out of hearing. "Here"s a man like Kelly, with fairly long service to his credit, but he"s a private still, and probably always will be. If the colonel made him a corporal, Kelly wouldn"t rest until he had the chevrons taken from his sleeve so that he could be a private soldier again. Now you and I, Noll, work like blazes all the time, and win our promotion, yet Kelly considers us only boys, and boys who don"t know much, either. Either one of us can take Kelly out in a squad and work him until he runs rivers of perspiration, and he can"t talk back without danger of being disciplined. Yet all the time, Kelly, under our orders, is thinking of us, half contemptuously, as boys who don"t really know anything about soldiering."
"That"s because we"re young," laughed Noll.
"And because we"re also boyish enough to have a little enthusiasm left in our make-ups. Noll, how do you really like our new station?"
"I wouldn"t be anywhere else," retorted Sergeant Terry, "except some where else in the Philippines, possibly. One of the prospects that caught me for the service was the chance of seeing some of our foreign possessions."
"It"s what catches half the young fellows who enlist to-day," went on Hal. "I"ve been looking forward to the Philippines from the day I first took the oath in the recruiting station."
"Well, we"re here," replied Noll, breathing in the warm air with lazy satisfaction. "And I"m mighty glad that we"re in for two years of it."
The Thirty-fourth had come out to the islands as a complete regiment.
They had reembarked at Manila also as a regiment, but now the time had come when "Ours" was well scattered through the southern islands of the archipelago.
The second battalion and headquarters, with the band, had disembarked at Iloilo; two companies had been left on the island of Negros, and two more on Cebu. B and C Companies had been left at Fort Franklin, in the Misamis district on northern Mindanao, and the remaining two companies had been carried on to Zamboanga.
On its return trip the "Warren" had picked up the scattered military commands which the Thirty-fourth had relieved. Two companies of the Thirty-second infantry had gone from Bantoc the day before.
Mindanao is the second largest and the most fertile island in the Philippine group. The natural beauty is as great as the fertility. If it were not for the occasional ferocity of some of the tribes this island could be turned into one vast net-work of plantations as rich as any that the world can show.
Bantoc was a sleepy, sunlit little town, half Spanish and half Moro.
Thanks to American rule, the streets were clean and order reigned. There were about forty stores and other mercantile establishments in Bantoc, for this town was headquarters for a large country district. The people of Bantoc, outside of the small white population, were more than half Moros, the other islanders belonging to the Tagalo and other allied tribes. Almost without exception these people were lazy and good-natured. A newcomer would have difficulty in believing that such men as he met in Bantoc could ever give the soldiers trouble. It was to this town that the few planters and many small native farmers sent rich stores of rice, cocoa, hemp, cotton, indigo and costly woods.
There was also the port of Bantoc, through which these products were sent out to do their part in the world"s commerce.
The native leaders of the population of Bantoc were wealthy little brown men. There was much money in circulation, the leading Moros and Tagalos having handsome homes and entertaining lavishly. There was a native fashionable set, just as exclusive and autocratic as any that exists in a white man"s country.
Fort Franklin overlooked the bay at the opposite end from the port. Yet it was a "fort" only in being a military station. There was no artillery here, and the only fortifications were semi-permanent earthworks, fronted by ditches, thrown up around the officers" quarters and the barracks and other buildings. The parade ground and recreation s.p.a.ces were outside these very ordinary fortifications.
"The whole scene looks too peacefully lazy to match with the yarns we hear of trouble breeding among the Moros in those mountains yonder,"
remarked Hal musingly.
"If trouble is coming, I hope it will come soon," returned Sergeant Noll. "The only one thing that I have against our life out here is that it threatens to become too lazy an existence. If there"s going to be any active service for us, I want to see it happen soon, for active service is what I came to the Philippines for, anyway, as far as I had any interest in the trip."
"From the gossip of the town and barracks, I think we"ll have our trouble soon enough," Hal replied. "You have fatigue duty this afternoon, haven"t you, Noll?"