To the Americanos:

“If my body is here when you make your entrance into the city, give me a Christian burial. I am to die because I refuse to fight you. My five companions have taken arms against you in order that they may not die by the hands of the Tagalos. I prefer death to fighting in the Filipino Army.

Francisco Delgado.”

The trail of blood showed me that his body had been carried out and probably thrown into the river.

We could not perform his last request.

“The greasy sheet had been torn from a prayer-book.”

Benito.