"Your name, my boy," he said, sitting down beside the young tar. And when Larry had given it, he continued, "You were with the American troops who carried Santa Cruz?"
"I was, sir, although I got into the city before they did."
"Indeed, and how was that?" questioned the Filipino leader, and Larry told as much of his story as he deemed necessary.
To the tale Captain Fipile listened with interest, even smiling when Larry told how he had broken out of the prison. "You did wonderfully well for a boy," he remarked. "A man could not have done more. What became of your friend?"
"I left him at the warehouse. I hope he rejoined the soldiers."
"And what of Señors Benedicto and José Lupez?"
"I don't know what became of them."
"I know this José Lupez fairly well, and I always thought him an honest man." Captain Fipile stroked his chin thoughtfully. "We are fighting you Americans, it is true, but we would not wish to shelter a thief who had run away from among you. We are above that, even though a good many of your countrymen will not give us credit for it."
