heaven.

"I thank God that we have been spared," he said, and Larry and the
scout uttered an amen.

Whether or not to leave the vicinity was a question. At last, seeing
no more of the enemy, they plucked up courage enough to move down the
mountain-side once more. But the tornado had made the passage more
difficult than ever, and several times they had to turn back.
Nightfall found them still some distance from the plain, with yet
another jungle to pass before the open would be gained.

"We might as well make a night of it here," said Boxer, and footsore
and weary Larry and Leroy agreed with him. It was not long before all
dropped asleep, too tired to stand guard, and hardly deeming that one
was necessary.

The tornado had killed numerous birds and small animals, and it was
easy to pick up a plentiful breakfast.

"I don't know about making a fire," said Leroy. "Those rebels may spot
us before we are aware."

Yet they were too hungry to go without eating, and in the end they
built a fire of the driest wood they could find, and while Boxer
cooked the birds, Larry and the old sailor scattered the smoke with
their jackets, so that it might not go up in a cloud, and also kept
their eyes open for the possible appearance of the rebels. But the
tornado had scared the insurgents as much as it had anybody, and not
one showed himself.

By eight o'clock they were once more on the way, Boxer leading with
his gun ready for use, Larry in the centre, and Leroy bringing up the
rear with the pistol.

They were just entering the jungle at the foot of the mountain when a
strange moaning reached their ears and all halted. There was a
silence, and then the moaning started up again.

"What is that?" questioned Larry. "It can't be a human being."

"I think I know what it is," returned the scout. "Wait here till I
make sure," and he glided ahead and was soon lost to sight under a
clump of tall trees which grew in somewhat of a clearing. Soon they
heard him shouting for them to come on.

It was a water buffalo that was moaning. The beast had become caught
under a partly fallen tree and could not release itself. It was a
handsome animal and weighed a good many hundred pounds.

"Here's meat and to spare!" cried Boxer, and drawing forth a hunting
knife, he put the caribao out of his misery in short order. "This is
some more work of that tornado," he went on, as he proceeded to cut
out a choice steak. "We won't starve for the next fo