The Campaign of the Jungle; Or, Under Lawton through LuzonStratemeyer, Edward
History
The Campaign of the Jungle; Or, Under Lawton through Luzon
Stratemeyer, Edward
Philippines -- History -- Philippine American War, 1899-1902 -- Juvenile fiction
They soon came to a pretty dwelling, set in a perfect wilderness of
flowers and shrubs. Toward the side they made out a well, and ran
forward to fill their canteens.
The pair were at the well when a shrill cry from one of the side rooms
of the house attracted their attention. Looking up, they saw a native
girl waving her hand frantically at them. The girl was nicely dressed
and evidently belonged to the better classes.
"We only want a drink!" shouted Ben, thinking that the maiden might
imagine they had come into the garden to steal.
But the girl shouted more loudly than ever, and waved them away from
the well. "Bad! bad!" she cried.
"Oh, no, we are not so bad as you think," Gilbert shouted back; and
was about to take a drink from a cocoanut-shell dipper which hung
handy, when the girl came out of the cottage on a run and dashed the
dipper to the ground. At the same time an evil-looking Filipino
appeared at the doorway, shook his fist at the girl, and then suddenly
ran for the barns behind the dwelling and disappeared.
"I want a drink and I'm going to have it," began Gilbert, sternly, for
he did not like the manner in which the water had been spilt over his
clothing. "If you--"
"The well is poisoned; don't drink, it will kill you!" gasped the
girl, in Spanish.
[Illustration: "The well is poisoned! don't drink! it will kill
you!"--_Page 115._]
As old readers know, Gilbert understood a little of the language,
having picked it up while on a trip to Cuba, and also while serving as
a Rough Rider in that island. He started back and caught the maiden by
the arm.
"Poisoned! you are certain?" he cried.
"Yes, senor; my uncle put the poison in only yesterday. He lost much
at Angat, and he is very angry at the _Americanos_ in consequence. He
knew the soldiers were coming this way, and he wanted to poison as
many as he could. He put a water-barrel down on the road full of the
poisoned water, too."
"Who is your uncle, the man who just ran off?"
"Yes, senor. But, oh, do not go after him, I pray you!" cried the
girl, in high alarm. "I would not have spoken, but I could not see you
poisoned before my very eyes; no, not that!"
As quickly as he could, Gilbert translated her words to Ben, who
listened in amazement.
"The villain!" ejaculated the young captain. "I've heard of this sort
of thing being done before. I wonder where that barrel is that she
spoke about? We must find it and empty it of its contents."
Gilbert put the question to the girl, who announced that the barrel
was on another road back of the plantation. Whether any of the
soldiers had reached it or not was a question.
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