"No one knows the beasts better than I do," was the answer. "I know
they can't be trusted."
Archie was invited to remain in the building with the officers, and
while they prepared and ate a lunch he busied himself in writing a
description of his last two days' experiences. He knew that a
messenger would soon start for Manila, and that a boat would leave
that city on the next day for Hong Kong, so be wanted to get his
narrative written in order to send it to Mr. Van Bunting at once. He
felt that he had some very interesting things to write about, for it
wasn't every correspondent who had seen Aguinaldo, and had been
captured by the rebel army. He knew that most of them were content to
remain in Manila, and send only what they could get from the general
in command, and that this description of the rebels would be something
new, at any rate. So he wrote it very carefully, and succeeded in
getting it ready in time to send, so that it would be in the office of
the Enterprise in less than a month. As he sat at the table writing,
Archie thought of the great changes which can take place in one's
surroundings in a few weeks. It seemed ages to him since the day when
he left home for the first time, and the experiences he had on his way
to New York seemed now to belong to the far-away period of his
boyhood. He was beginning to feel very old now, because he had been
through so much of late, and he could hardly realise that he was still
eighteen.
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