. A story from the Philippines . o •J2 r* o ^^ i JH eS. Christmas Day. 55 it was now getting late in the day, and I felta little concerned as to what I would dowith the seiiorita for the night. I hadcounted on finding a shack fit to put herand Antonio in for the night, and I and mymen would camp outside. But so far we hadonly passed deserted, bullet ridden shacks,and at times only charred beams, tell- *> ing the awful story of war and rode on and I saw the men ahead of usdraw rein. Our escort rode three aheadand three behind, about a quarter of amile from the senorita, Antoni
. A story from the Philippines . o •J2 r* o ^^ i JH eS. Christmas Day. 55 it was now getting late in the day, and I felta little concerned as to what I would dowith the seiiorita for the night. I hadcounted on finding a shack fit to put herand Antonio in for the night, and I and mymen would camp outside. But so far we hadonly passed deserted, bullet ridden shacks,and at times only charred beams, tell- *> ing the awful story of war and rode on and I saw the men ahead of usdraw rein. Our escort rode three aheadand three behind, about a quarter of amile from the senorita, Antonio and other four rode directly in our rear. Isaw the men draw rein and we urged ourhorses on to see why they had we reached them they told me theyhad seen a farm house ahead and would thev */ ride on to it and halt in waiting for us, ifthey found it was fit for the lady? I said 56 A Story from the Philippines. yes, and they cantered on. When we caughtup with them again we found that the occu-pants of the house were only three i
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