When the rebels observed that the Americans had received reinforcements, they halted suddenly, and before they could turn about the Yankees were almost upon them, firing volleys into them as they came.  Many of the insurgents fell in the roadway, and the others fled wildly in every direction.  Most of them entered the dense forest, where the Americans captured nearly a hundred of them after the others had surrendered, and some were such good runners that they escaped down the roadway.  The whole rebel army presented a scene of wild confusion.  Some of the men knelt and begged for mercy, and some cried out in a horrible way as they saw the dreaded Yankees advancing.  But it was all over very soon.  The prisoners were placed in line, and marched back along the road, and the dead, of which there were about fifty, were soon buried.  Aguinaldo had escaped in the forest, and no one suggested that he should be followed.  All the officers knew that such a course would be useless, and most of them were very well satisfied with what had already been accomplished.  The prisoners numbered more than six hundred, and the dead a hundred more, while there were about seventy-five wounded.  So if what Bill Hickson said were true, not more than two hundred insurgents could have escaped.

Among the seriously wounded was a man whom Archie recognised immediately as one of his captors of two days previous, and while he was looking over the bodies for the other men, he came suddenly to brave Bill Hickson, lying face downward in the road.  He almost screamed with fear that he might be dead, and when one of the men hurried up to him he told him who the man was.  The colonel was soon on hand, and it was found that the brave spy was not seriously wounded, and would recover soon under proper treatment.

When the insurgent wounded were cared for, it was discovered that the two companies sent out to reconnoitre had also suffered losses, and when they marched back along the line of their retreat no less than five dead and about twenty wounded were found.  This sad news threw a gloom over the entire regiment, and when they started back to Manila they marched in quiet, and without rejoicing over their victory, which had proved so costly.

Poor Archie, when they started to march, found, to his great disgust, that he was so weak he couldn’t walk far, and he thought this must be due to the fright he had received.  He was very angry with himself, until the surgeon examined him and announced that he had a bullet in his arm.  And then Archie confessed that he had felt a stinging sensation at one time during the firing, but had thought nothing of it.  Now his disgust was turned to great delight, for the idea of being wounded in battle was glorious to his mind.  “I’ll bet I wounded more than one insurgent,” he told the surgeon, “for I discharged every barrel of my revolver.”  The wound was not at all serious, but he was told to be quiet for a few days.  He was given one of the rebel horses to ride back to Manila, and he felt like a real hero in many ways.