CHAPTER XXXI
THE FALL OF SAINT ISIDRO—CONCLUSION
Luke Striker was right; a large force of Filipinos were sweeping down the road at a rapid rate, bringing with them two old field-pieces and a rapid-firing gun. They were commanded by several officers on horseback, and presented a formidable appearance to the worn-out Americans.
"Out of sight, quick!" The cry came from Ben. "It's our only chance to escape."
The words had scarcely left his lips when the pop-pop of several Mausers was heard, as the Filipino sharpshooters, who were in advance of the main body, opened fire upon them. Their aim was excellent, and both Striker and Boxer were hit, although neither seriously.
"They've caught me!" ejaculated the old sailor, and staggered up against Ben. At the same time Boxer pitched headlong.
"Oh, Luke!" The call came from Larry, who
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