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Wily Chinamen behind their bamboo street-stalls ministered to the wants of the throng, taking in trade bits of gold-dust and trinkets of brass; Filipinos offered their wares, cooling drinks and sweets. The Filipino's costume is very different from that of the Moro. He wears stiff, white trousers, carefully creased and immaculate shirts which hang outside the trousers.
And the Army boy did not intend to let this human bulwark get away from him. "You have told them, Tomba?" queried Hal Overton, as soon as the Filipino's voice ceased. "Even so, señor." "They understand?" "If they do not, then they are idiots, Señor Sergente." "Then tell them I am going to begin to count." Again Tomba spoke, this time briefly.
There was a light movement in the thicket, and three figures, crawling low, entered the canoe which the guard had left the Manhattan in and moved noiselessly toward the boat. The Filipino's back was turned to the beach, for he was watching Frank. French was busy with his cocoa, condensed cream, and sugar, and so the advancing canoe was not observed until it was within a few feet of the boat.
Nor is my picture complete if I do not add that, under his breath, both peasant and aristocrat reply, "Fool I for what? That I may pick thy chestnuts out of the fire." There is a story which illustrates the Filipino's sensitiveness to picking somebody else's chestnuts out of the fire, not inappropriate to be told here.
"I will do my best, señor," replied Tomba in a voice well nigh as steady as the Army boy's. Then he bent forward, pressing until he found a hidden spring. In the seemingly solid stone wall a large block of stone swung around on a pivot, disclosing a larger cellar room beyond. "Steady, now, Tomba!" Sergeant Overton flashed the lantern's rays over the Filipino's left shoulder.
A piece of wood bent like the letter U forms the hames; another piece like U with the prongs pulled wide apart serves as a singletree. Then, with two pieces of rope connecting primitive hame and single-tree, the Filipino's harness is complete.
I have lived in towns with newspapers and in towns without them, and have come to believe with Gilbert Chesterton that the newspaper is used chiefly for the suppression of truth, and am inclined to add, on my own account, the propagation of hysteria. The Filipino's Christmas Festivities and His Religion
The grip of young Overton's hand on the Filipino's shoulder tightened. A slight shudder ran through the brown man's frame, but otherwise he showed no fear. "One!" began Hal. From the surly ones beyond an angry babel of protest went up. But Hal coolly disregarding the clamor, merely raised his own voice enough to make it heard: "Two!"
He saw the ranks move swiftly up to take the places of the fallen, never wavering nor retreating, rushing to certain death as to places of vantage in a coronal pageantry. The Filipino's Mauser was as deadly as the older style gun of the Boxer. A bullet aimed true does a bullet's work.
While everything was done in a quick way according to a Filipino's ideas, it took an hour or two to get ready. The only thing that does make a lot of noise and confusion is the quarreling of Filipino horses that are tethered near each other.
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