Boy Scouts in the Philippines | Page 9

soon as you left? You, of course, remained about the hut for a short time?"
"Yes, I remained about the hut for half an hour. They did not go to bed."
"What were they doing?"
"The Lieutenant was working over papers and the others were playing cards."
"Could you hear what they were talking about?"
"Yes, until the other man came."
Ned and the others bent forward with new interest. Here was a fresh feature in the case--a man who had not been referred to before coming into the hut about midnight.
"Who," asked Ned, "was this other man?"
"An Americano."
"Had you seen him about the place before?"
"Never. He came in the night and went in the night."
"Was he in uniform--the uniform of a soldier?"
"No; he wore citizen's clothes."
"Which way did he come from?"
"I don't know," was the surprising reply. "I first saw him when he was climbing in at the window."
"Climbing in at the window!" repeated Captain Godwin. "If he climbed in at the window when the others were awake, he must have been expected!"
"Yes; I should think so."
"I can't understand this at all!" exclaimed Captain Godwin, his good-natured face looking anxious. "Lieutenant Rowe said nothing to me about expecting company. And why should he conceal the fact from me? Why, indeed, should a visitor come crawling in at a window at midnight? Are you sure it wasn't one of the three men I conducted to the hut that you saw at the window?" he added, turning to the Filipino.
"Oh, yes; I am quite sure it was a fourth man. He mounted to the window-ledge on a ladder, pushed the screen aside and vaulted over the sill."
"And how was he received?" asked Ned.
"He was welcomed, and given a chair at the table. But first he went back to the window and made some sort of a signal to those waiting outside."
"Oh, so there were others waiting outside!" grated out the Captain. "Why didn't you come and tell me what was going on? Why didn't you tell me about this the first thing this morning? That is the trouble with these made-over men," he continued, half angrily as he looked at Ned. "You can teach them to do things by rote, but when an emergency comes they are like putty."
"I had no instructions to report what I saw at the hut--no orders to play the spy," answered Tag, indignant that his conduct should be criticized. "And this morning you gave me no chance to talk with you."
"How many people were there outside?" demanded the Captain.
"I don't know," was the reply. "There was the flash of a match to show that the signals from the hut were understood, and then I went to bed. There is no accounting for the freaks of these military Americanos, so I went to my bed. If I sat up at night taking note of the movements of the soldiers sent here, I should get no rest at all, besides laughing myself sick over the foolishnesses of them."
Ned was watching the fellow with interest. He had no doubt that he was telling the truth about what he had seen there the previous night--that is, the truth so far as he went in the recital. Still, Ned did not trust the fellow. He believed that he had seen more than he had described, even if he had not been a party to what had taken place.
"What else did you see here last night?" he asked.
"Nothing--nothing at all."
"And you say you went to bed without satisfying your natural curiosity as to what you had seen?" roared the Captain. "I don't believe it! Buck up now, and tell us what was done after the fourth man entered the hut, or I'll send you to the military prison at Manila."
"I have told everything," said Tag with a sniffle. "You Americanos expect us to see everything and know everything! If we are so wise and capable, why don't you permit us to govern ourselves--send away your soldiers and let us handle the situation here?"
The Captain frowned and fumed about for a moment, and Ned was afraid he would carry out his threat of placing the Filipino under arrest. This, he believed, would be about the worst move that could be made. Seeking to conciliate the fellow, he said:
"There is a great deal of sense in what you say, and I honor you for not playing the spy on the officers. Captain Godwin will not send you to prison, I am sure, as we need you here. For instance, we want the story of the men who worked the fan. Will you talk with them and tell us what they say?"
Tag hastened away, somewhat mollified, and Ned turned to the Captain.
"The fellow knows more than he pretends to," he said. "We must keep him here, and make him think that