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This time the enemy waited longer, and many of the attacking party fell, but before they reached the trenches the Cubapinos took flight, and Sam saw his soldiers bayonet the last two or three of them in the back. There were a good many dead in the trenches, all of them shot through the head.

"But I thought the war was to free the oppressed Cubapinos an outburst of popular sympathy with the downtrodden sufferers from Castalian misrule," interposed Sam, flushing. "That's the reason why I applied for a commission, and I am ready to pour out my last drop of blood for my country." "Of course you are, my dear captain; of course you are.

But they're all united on one thing, I can tell you, and that is in wanting to put down the Cubapinos." "That they are," cried Reddy. "That's why they call 'em 'Patriotic Societies. It was our ancestors as fought for freedom that they made the societies for.

There were rumors of renewed activity on the part of the Cubapinos, but it was thought that their resistance for the future would be of a guerrilla nature. There was, however, one savage tribe to the north which had terrorized a large district of country, and the general decided that it must be subdued.

"It's better than it was," said Foster, "now that they've put the new postmaster in jail. They say he's bagged $75,000." "It's a good example of the way we treat embezzlers," cried Sam. "It ought to be a lesson to these Cubapinos. He'll be sent home to be tried. They ought to do that with every one caught robbing the mails in any way."

"It must be rather good sport"; but he did not do it. The rest of the fight was in the nature of a procession. They pursued the flying Cubapinos as fast as they could, but were unable to come up with them. In a native village through which they passed, Sam asked an old man, who had been too weak to get away, how far off San Diego was, and learned that it was five miles away to the left.

The fact is, the day before, General Notice had ordered the 68th to move forward about half a mile, and they did so. The Cubapinos objected and insisted on crossing the new picket-line. That evening an officer of theirs walked across it and was shot by the sentinel. That started it." "Was the regiment moved across the line fixed on their side of the neutral zone?" said Cleary. "Oh, yes.

"Some of those things do sound rather strange," answered Cleary, as they walked away, "but you must look at the world in a broad way. Is our civilization better than that of the Cubapinos?" "Undoubtedly." "Well, then, we must be conferring a favor upon them by giving it to them. We can't slice it up and give them only the plums. That would be ridiculous. They must take us for better and worse.

"Who says 'drinks all around'?" cried the former. "Everybody's blowing us off now." "Here," said Jackson, waking up, "I'll do it, hanged if I don't. You fellows are a-goin' to civilize the Cubapinos, and you deserve all the liquor you can carry." He got up and approached the bar and the crowd followed him, and soon every one was supplied with some kind of beverage. "Here's to Thatcher and Slade!

He's called it the 'Benevolent Assimilation Company, Limited'; rather a good name, I think, tho perhaps 'Unlimited' would be nearer the truth." "Yes," said Sam. "It shows our true purposes. I hope the Cubapinos will rejoice when they hear the name." "Perhaps they won't. There's no counting on those people. I'm sick of them before I've seen them.