"Shall we go back to the ship?" queried Dan.
"Perhaps it might be as well," I said. "But we may be captured at the city wall."
However, we determined to try our luck, and set off in the midst of a rising storm. As we moved onward, we heard a number of shots from a distance, and presently found ourselves in the midst of a mass of natives who were running for their lives.
"There has been an uprising!" cried Dan, after questioning a native. "Let us go along. We can escape better in the crowd than if we keep alone."
We rushed along the street, and presently found ourselves among at least two hundred Filipinos of all sorts and conditions. Some were armed with rifles, but the majority carried nothing but clubs, spears, and long knives, such as were used on the plantations.
Coming to the river, a rush was made over the bridge, and then began a flight to the north, up a road that was six inches deep with mud.
"Now let us get out of this!" whispered Dan, and we gradually drew to one side, like tame horses withdrawing from a wild herd.
The rain had now stopped, but it was still pitch-dark, and soon we had left the natives fleeing to the north of us, while we turned eastward.
