landed with a mighty crash on the top of
another tree at the foot of the cliff. The sudden stoppage caused
Larry to loose his hold, and he bumped from limb to limb in the tree
below until he struck the ground with a dull thud; and then for the
time being he knew no more.

When the boy came to his senses, he found it was night and pitch dark
under the thick tree, through the branches of which he had fallen. He
rested on a bed of soft moss, and this cushionlike substance had most
likely saved him from fatal injury.

His first feeling was one of bewilderment, his next that his left foot
felt as if it was on fire, with a shooting pain that ran well up to
his knee. Catching hold of the foot, he felt that the ankle was much
swollen, and that his shoe-top was ready to burst with the pressure.
Scarcely realizing what he was doing, he loosened the shoe, at which
part of the pain left him.

"I suppose I ought to be thankful that I wasn't killed," he thought,
rather dismally. "I wonder where Leroy and that scout are? I don't
suppose it will do any good to call for them. The top of that cliff
must be a hundred feet from here."

The fall had almost finished what was left of Larry's already ragged
suit, and he found himself scratched in a dozen places, with a bad cut
over one eye and several splinters in his left hand. Feeling in his
pocket, he found several matches which Leroy had given him on leaving
the prison cave, and he lit one of these and set fire to a few dried
leaves which happened to be ready to hand.

The light afforded a little consolation, and by its rays the boy made
out a pool of water not far off, and to this he dragged himself, to
get a drink and then bathe the ankle. This member of his body had been
so badly wrenched that standing upon it was out of the question, as he
speedily discovered by a trial which made him scream with pain.

"I'm in for it now," he thought. "With such an ankle as this, I can't
go on, and what am I to do here, alone in the woods and with
absolutely nothing to eat? I'd be better off in a Filipino prison."

Slowly the night wore along, until a faint light in the east announced
the coming of day. During the darkness the jungle had been almost
silent, but now the birds began to tune up, and here and there Larry
heard the movements of small animals, although none of the latter
showed themselves.

It was more pleasant under the big tree than down by the pool, and
as daylight came on, Lar