But on the third day he again sallied forth with his shotgun.
Murderous intentions were attributed to him, and there were well-meaning persons who whispered about that he had been heard to threaten that he would bury the friar-administrator in the furrows of his fields, whereat the friar was frightened at him in earnest.

As a result of this, there came a decree from the Captain-General forbidding the use of firearms and ordering that they be taken up.

Cabesang Tales had to hand over his shotgun but he continued his rounds armed with a long bolo.
"What are you going to do with that bolo when the tulisanes have firearms ?" old Selo asked him.
"I must watch my crops," was the answer.

"Every stalk of cane growing there is one of my wife's bones." The bolo was taken up on the pretext that it was too long.

He then took his father's old ax and with it on his shoulder continued his sullen rounds.
Every time he left the house Tandang Selo and Juli trembled for his life.