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Smarting under the indignities which he had suffered, Jaucian made it very uncomfortable for the former major, and in ways well understood in Malay countries brought it home to the latter that their positions had been reversed. Ola's house was mysteriously burned, and his life in Guinobatan was made so unbearable that he took to the hills.

There the young folks were crowding round the hat-pegs, some to find their own wraps, some to take down other people's. "I suppose it's no good trying to push our way forward," said the fair one. Ola's windpipe contracted in such a vexatious way that he only succeeded in uttering a meaningless sound.

They couldn't help believing that the old scow had gone down, and that the little one lay dead on the lake-bottom. In the evening, Per Ola's mother hunted around on the strand. Everyone else was convinced that the boy was drowned, but she could not bring herself to believe this. She searched all the while.

For this reason they had been more eager for the undertaking than any of the other shore owners. The others had been worried about expenses, and anxious lest the draining should not prove any more successful this time than it was the last. Per Ola's father knew in his heart that it was he who had influenced them to undertake the work.

"Now let me see if you are bright enough to understand the same kind of fun," cried Grim. Whereupon he knocked off Ola's cap, rumpled his hair, and gave his nose such a pull that it was a wonder it did not come off. The bully, taken by surprise, tumbled a step backward, but recovering himself, struck Grim in the face with his clinched fist. At this moment.

Her bracelet had come unfastened, and its clasp was so stiff that she had to bend right forward and pinch it so hard that she became quite red in the face, in order to fasten it again. "Would you, for example, dance with me?" Ola's brain was swimming. "Why not?" she answered. She stood pressing the point of her shoe into a crack in the floor.

Ola did not dance much at any time, but to-day he was not at all in the humor. He occupied himself in observing Hans, who spent the whole evening in worshipping his lady-love. A spasm shot through Ola's heart when he saw the light-green frock whirl away in his brother's arms, and it seemed to him that they danced every dance together. At last came the time for breaking up.

He arrived in the province in the middle of November, seven weeks after normal conditions had been reëstablished. On October 5, 1903, General Bandholtz telegraphed with reference to the final surrender of Ola's band: Everybody invited. Scouts and Constabulary have done superb work." Blount makes much of disorders in Samar and Leyte. Let us consider the facts.

There were few armed conflicts in force between Ola's men and these troops. In fact, it was only with the greatest difficulty that this band, which from time to time dissolved into the population only to reappear again, could be located even by the native soldiers. It would have been impracticable successfully to use American troops for such work.

But no matter how much they sought they did not find him. Caesar, the dog, understood very well that the farmer-folk were looking for Per Ola, but he did nothing to lead them on the right track; instead, he lay still as though the matter didn't concern him. Later in the day, Per Ola's footprints were discovered down by the boat-landing.