Suddenly a loud shout came to them from a thicket back of some nipa huts, and instantly a band of insurgents burst into view, armed with guns and bolos. They were firing as they retreated, and made a stand on the opposite side of the road.
“José Lupez!” cried one of the officers of the rebels, addressing one of the two Spaniards. “What do you here?”
“And have I no right here?” asked the Spaniard, sharply.
“Who is that with you?”
“My brother, Benedicto, from Manila, who was visiting me.”
“He has betrayed us into the hands of the Americanos! If he—”
The rest of the sentence was drown out in a volley of musketry, and two rebels were seen to fall. Some started to run, but others held their ground.
Larry listened in amazement. He had heard the names José Lupez and Benedicto, and knew that the two Spaniards were brothers. Could this Spaniard, Benedicto Lupez, be the man who had made off with the money Braxton Bogg had stolen from the Hearthstone Saving Institution?