“Who would go out to the mountains and treat with these people?” the Governor-General asked.
The answer came promptly. “I would, if necessary.”
The Governor shook his head. “It would be dangerous,” he said.
The Commissioner flushed. “I am not afraid,” he answered coldly.
The other hastened to explain. “I was thinking of the possibility of his holding you as a hostage, and demanding all sorts of concessions. No, Commissioner,” he spoke decisively, “I will not consent to that, though I appreciate your offer. Is there any one else you can suggest?”
“There is Captain Hayle. He knows Felizardo well, and would go willingly. We can trust to his discretion.” Mr Furber’s opinion of Basil had changed considerably.
“Where is he?” the Governor asked. “In the States?” He looked dubious. “That means a great deal of expense. Would no one else do?”
“It would be cheaper than another expedition,” the Commissioner retorted.
And so, that very day, the Philippine Commission sent a long cable to the ex-officer of Constabulary whom it had once forced to resign his commission because he had gone to the funeral of Dolores, the wife of Felizardo, asking him to return and arrange terms of peace with the outlaws in the mountains.
As soon as Basil had read the cable he went in search of his wife. “Shall I go, dearest?” he asked.