“This is hot and no mistake,” murmured Ben. Then he turned to his command. “Forward, men, the sooner we take that position the better it will be for us.” And up the hill he dashed, with Casey, Stummer, and the rest following as best they could, for the way was steep and uncertain. At last the very edge of the big rock was gained, and Company D poured around its left side, to find themselves suddenly confronted by a body of Tagalos fully a hundred strong. In the meantime the other companies under Major Morris were coming 198 up on the opposite side of the rock. Ben was on the point of shouting some additional words of encouragement to his men, when he found himself face to face with a mighty Igorrote warrior, who with his long lance seemed determined to pierce the young captain through and through.
CHAPTER XXI
CAMPING OVER A POWDER MAGAZINE
Bang!
It was the report of Ben’s pistol, and the weapon was aimed directly for the Igorrote’s head, for the young captain had learned the value of aiming and firing quickly.
But the Filipino “had been there before,” and as the trigger went down he dropped to the ground with the rapidity of lightning, and the bullet intended for him struck a man some distance in the rear. Then up leaped the Igorrote once more and bounded onward, the lance point aimed directly for Ben’s throat!
The young captain’s pistol was now empty, the other shots having been discharged during the climb up the hill. His sword was out, but the lance was three times the length of the blade, so he was still at a disadvantage. Yet he aimed a blow at the barbed point and thus turned it aside.
“Ha!” hissed the Filipino, and drew back. Then 200 he struck again at Ben, and instantly both slipped on the moist grass and fell directly into each other’s clutches. The Igorrote was a powerful warrior, and grasped Ben’s throat with the tightness of a steel band.