“And what of Señors Benedicto and José Lupez?”
“I don’t know what became of them.”
“I know this José Lupez fairly well, and I always thought him an honest man.” Captain Fipile stroked his chin thoughtfully. “We are fighting you Americans, it is true, but we would not wish to shelter a thief who had run away from among you. We are above that, even though a good many of your countrymen will not give us credit for it.”
“We know that some of the Filipinos are honest enough,” said Larry, hesitatingly. “What do you intend to do with me?” he went on, after a pause.
“That remains to be seen. Would you like to join our army?”
“Me? No, sir!” cried the youth, promptly.
Captain Fipile laughed outright. “You are honest enough about it, I must say. How about giving us a little information? Will you object to that?”
“I have given you considerable information already.”
“I mean military information.”