CHAPTER XXXII.
GOOD-BY TO THE PHILIPPINES.
"We must be careful," I said to my chum, as he began to mount the steps. "Remember poor Gory's rashness."
"I'll be careful enough," he replied, and peered over the combing to see if the coast was clear.
To his gratification every Celestial had fled, taking the wounded along.
"They are gone, Oliver!"
"I'm glad of it," I said, and scrambled out on the deck with him.
"What of the junk?"
"She is making up the coast with all speed. And there is a warship, true enough!"
"We can fly that flag of distress now," I continued, and ran back for the article. Soon I was on my way to the top, where I placed the glorious Stars and Stripes with the Stars downward.
A shot from the warship told us that our signal was seen, and through the glasses we saw a boat put off in command of one of the officers. Feeling that we were now safe I turned my attention to Watt Brown, while Dan went to look after Matt Gory.
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