Ht back into the midst of the croc

[Misiewicz]

Tarted back through the jungle, wondering how many more fanatics had
broken loose during his absence. The sultan was deliberately picking the
troops off, a few at a time, always insisting that he was at peace with
the Americans. The war department, many miles away, was unable to
understand the situation. Orders required that the Moro receive humane
treatment, and forbade any drastic measures being taken against the
juramentados, saying time would cure it. It was outrageous, and
intelligent men were being made fools of by the sultan, who understood
the state of affairs perfectly. The jungle began to irritate Lewis; it
was a constant fight. The terrible heat, the tenacity of the vines and
undergrowth seemed directed toward him personally, as he stumbled and
fought his way along. How impossible to deal with the crafty sultan
according to Christian standards! He should be given treatment that
would bring him to terms quickly, and Lewis longed to get a chance at
him. Suddenly an idea flashed into his head. He hurried Piang, bidding
him find a shorter cut home, as nigh
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