the fateful day of March 17, 1897, Ángelo who was residing in the poblacion was not even informed of the hastily executed move, and so was not able to join. Nevertheless, when the troops dispersed upon the fall of their supremo and went hiding, Ángelo did not go out of town. He just hid from one house to another among his relatives. He was among the first to surrender to the authorities when Monet's amnesty was announced, and he told the truth that he was an officer of the revolutionary army, whereupon he was immediately imprisoned and tied from behind. He stayed for a few days in prison before he was executed together with other suspected leaders. Death Ángelo did not die during the night of the massacre. Tied arm to arm behind with the others, he fell after the volley of shots in the early morning of March 23, 1897 with the others, but he was not wounded. He was only injured from beating the previous evening. For Ángelo, it was so many hours of pretending to be dead. All the time he was waiting for an opportunity to crawl away undetected and escape. But he was too weak to move and there was not a time when nobody was around, from the time at the break of day when all the nineteen where untied from the bamboo pole, to the time they are hauled and laid down at the town plaza, and later loaded on a cart and carted to the cemetery almost a kilometer away. All the time that he was pretending to be dead as he lay under a pile of bodies, sticky and stinking with the acrid smell of blood, some of whom had their intestines and brains spelling over him, he could not move because the civil guards were always around. He was hoping that at the cemetery the civil guards would leave them before actual interment. Fate had counted Angelo among the dead, although death actually came late. When the bodies were unloaded to the ground, the handlers were surprised to note that, while other bodies had stiffened, that of Angelo was limp and warm. That clue gave him away. The discovery brought instant solution from the civil guards. One aimed his bayonet at the heart of Angelo, as he lay helpless, and gave him a quick thrust. The martyr just quivered and