wild beasts, and he would rather go to an American prison than fall into their hands."
"I believe him—after my own experience, Dan."
"So do I. I'll tell you, Oliver, the fighting here isn't half over. Dewey may try to make friends of the insurgents; but, if so, he will be sorry for it."
We watched the Spaniards and saw that they were starving by the manner in which they disposed of the food furnished to them by our own volunteers. I really believe that some of them would have jumped at the chance of joining our troops had they had the chance. None of them had received a dollar of pay from Spain for months, and one told Dan that even their own of^cers treated them like dogs. "If only I was back in beautiful Spain again!" he sighed. "Or with my uncle at his tobacco works in Key West, Florida, in your own nice country!" He was sick of war.
As I have said, Cavité lay about eight miles south of Manila. Between the two places was a low, sandy beach, back of which was a rude highway, low-lying hills, covered with rice and other plantations, and thick forests. There were several settlements, but none of especial importance.
By careful inquiry we learned that the country
