The two men reflected moodily for a few minutes.
“There is nothing to do but to fight until we perish,” said Saguanaldo.
“One should not die for a cause unless there is good cause for the sacrifice. Do you find that the people rally to you?”
“No,” said the insurgent bitterly. “They sympathize and see the danger, but it seems they have not the interest that dares to risk all and fight.”
“Even the men you can command are not disciplined or drilled or properly equipped.”
“No. The Americans have the equipment I had collected.”
“Nor would the various tribes be likely to cling together,” suggested the woman.
“This cursed race feeling! The only way the tribes will stay together is when they war with each other; then they are together in battling each other.” There was dogged bitterness in Saguanaldo’s words.
“I do not see how you can win by fighting. What does a grinning skull care for vengeance? But there is a way in which you may win, General Saguanaldo.”
“How,” asked the general, eagerly.