“His sword kept the two Tagals back.”—Page 147.
Ben could expect no aid from his companions, for all were as hotly engaged as himself; indeed, Sorrel more so, for he was fighting three men, while Jeming and Dan Casey, side by side, and with their backs against a heavy thorn-bush, were fighting the balance of the detachment.
The young captain felt that he could do little or nothing more, and expected each instant to have his assailants hurl themselves directly upon him, when a shout came from Sorrel which gave all of our friends hope.
“Some soldiers air comin’!” sang out the Tennesseean. “This way, boys, this way, an’ be quick about it!”
“What’s the matter?” came in a hoarse growl 147 from the roadway, and in a few seconds a whole company of the North Dakota troops burst into view. Their captain, a short, fat man, but one who was an excellent fighter, took in the situation at a glance, and ordered the Filipinos surrounded.
Taken by surprise, the Tagals were dumfounded, and for half a minute knew not what to do. Then they started to run, but this movement came too late, and four went down at the first volley from the newly arrived men. The others, realizing their helplessness, threw down their arms and surrendered.
“Had it hot, eh, captain,” said the North Dakota man to Ben as he came up with a quizzical smile on his round face, from which the perspiration was pouring in a stream.
“Yes,” panted Ben. “You came up in the nick of time, and I must thank you for—”
“That’s all right, captain—no more than you would do for me, and I know it.” The North Dakota man shook hands. “It’s been a long running fight to-day,” he added. “Where is your command?”
“That remains to be found out,” answered Ben. “Have you seen any of them during the last two 148 hours? I and one of my men became separated from them in the cane-brakes.”