Here Senor Rousana tried to interfere again, and it looked as if there would be a long, wordy war, when Major Morris cut the matter short by asking the Filipino to go along with them.
"I shall not stir," growled Señor Rousana, and ran into the house before either the major or the captain could stop him.
"He's scared," laughed Ben.
"Do you want him particularly?"
"No."
"Then let us go."
The friar hated to stir, but one look into the determined faces of the Americans told him how useless resistance would be, and muttering under his breath, he walked with them, out of the grounds and to where the battalion was resting.
As Desdenas had offered no resistance, and as no Filipino soldiers were in sight, the battalion marched back to the main body of MacArthur's column, and here the friar was turned over to the guard. Ben went to report to the general, who listened with interest to what the young officer had to say.
"I will have the prisoner sent to Manila," said General MacArthur.
"And what shall I do with the will?" asked Ben.
