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The lame and the halt crowded around him, imploring him to save them. Confused, Piang wondered what was expected of him but suddenly he remembered what the great Ganassi had said: "The source of power is faith!" His proud little head went up; his brave eyes smiled: "Have no fear, my people. Piang, the charm boy, will protect you." A startling phenomenon had terrified the barrio.
The rings loosened, relaxed, and Tooloowee's well-aimed blow severed the awful head, which bounced and rolled to Papita's feet. When they carried the limp, lacerated body of Piang to his hut, there was lamenting and weeping in the barrio. Piang, their beloved charm boy was dead. Dead? Could Piang, the invincible, be killed? Papita crouched in the doorway.
That Papita had been dragged to the barrio, Piang now had no doubt, and his nimble wits began to look about for a way of escape. He was near the banks of a creek that led to the Cotabato River and thinking that the most likely escape, he wormed his way toward it. Along the bank were canoes of every description.
"Beans, bacon, and hardbread," was the reply. "Tough menu for Christmas, eh, cook?" Since their arrival, every turkey and duck had disappeared, and the barrio offered nothing to enhance their limited ration. It was an old trick; the natives objected to sharing their food with soldiers, and as soon as any troops landed on the island, ever possible article was spirited away into the jungle.
Domingo Lam-co was influential in building up Tubigan barrio, one of the richest parts of the great estate. In name and appearance it recalled the fertile plains that surrounded his native Chinchew, "the city of springs." His neighbors were mainly Chinchew men, and what is of more importance to this narrative, the wife whom he married just before removing to the farm was of a good Chinchew family.
The old Bull Ring stood just outside the Alcalá Gate, and all beyond it was open country; no casas palacias along the Fuente Castellana, no Barrio Salamanca. Madrid has, however, always been a cheerful, noisy, stirring city, full of life and the expression of animal spirits.
With fear in their hearts and bated breath, the tribe waited again for the sound that had disturbed their revelry: "Le le, li li." The tribal call rang through the forest faintly. The call was repeated, came steadily nearer. Finally from the gloom of the river shot a banco, a very old man working at the paddle. It was Pandita Asin from the barrio. "Un-di?"
"'McRimmon, says I, 'what's her virginity to a lassie? "He puckered his dry face an' twisted in his chair. 'The warld an' a', says he. "'This, I said. 'There's just one thing that each one of us in his trade or profession will not do for ony consideration whatever. If I run to time I run to time barrio' always the risks o' the high seas. Less than that, under God, I have not done.
If they recover it will be some time before they are fit for service. Now comes the part that interests us. "Mr. Appleby states that he himself saw, and recognized, one of our students about his barrio shortly before it was discovered that the horses were poisoned." "How does he know?" asked one of the Seniors a privileged character, evidently, for he was not rebuked.
"No, they are making game-fowl fight," Moro replied. "They wager money on which will be the winner and put the other to flight. The boys and men get very much excited." "Father and mother and Fil have spoken to the Padre, and the barrio-elders; and everything is arranged." "But what is a 'barrio'?" I inquired. "It means a village, a ward," replied Filippa.
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