made out a rocky ravine, which had been spanned by a half-rotten wooden bridge. The bridge had given way in the centre and only a few bits of cracked timbers clung to the side upon which Gilbert was located.
Feeling that the guerilla had been thrown into the ravine, the lieutenant moved to the brink and peered over. There was General Adoz, clinging to a big rock, ten feet below the roadway. Beneath the guerilla was a sheer decline of fifty feet, with jagged stones at the bottom.
"Hi, below there!" shouted Gilbert. "Do you surrender now?"
"Yees! yees!" called General Adoz, in very bad English. "Saf me, señor, saf me!"
"I will, if you'll promise to behave yourself."
"I vill surrendor! Saf me!" cried the Filipino. He was white in the face, for his hold was uncertain, and death appeared to lurk in the rocks below him.
At first Gilbert was in a quandary as to what had best be done. Then he took from the horse's trappings such straps as he could loosen with ease and buckled them together.
"Here, reach the strap!" he called out, as he
