Suddenly he caught their meaning. They were trying to frighten him from giving vent to his only method of showing his patriotism.
His eyes flashed fire. He leapt to his feet with a contemptuous look at his Japanese captors.
Then like flashing piston rods of steel his arms shot into the air above his head three times, shouting in their mute patriotism, "Mansei! Mansei! Mansei!"
Nor are the women void of this determination for freedom. It beats in their brave hearts. It is a great flame in their souls as well as in the hearts of the children and men of the peninsula.
"The soul's armor is never set well to heart unless a woman's hand has braced it, and it is only when she braces it loosely that the honor of manhood fails!" says Robert McKenna in "The Adventure of Life."
If that is a true definition of the strength of honor and the desire for freedom then the armor of the Korean men is well set.
Sauci, a young Korean girl was under arrest. She was just a school girl and very beautiful; with dark brown eyes; skin the color of a walnut; and a form, bred of the grace of her much walking race. She had walked the innumerable trails of her native land from babyhood and the rhythmic swing of her supple body would have made any race, save that of her conquerors, reverent with admiration.
Sauci was too much for her Japanese captors.
The Japanese guard struck her across the mouth with a whip.
"That doesn't hurt me. That is the grace of God. I don't hate you for that blow!" said Sauci.