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This would require many miles of walking, and on the sore foot, too,
but this hardship would have to be endured.

Half a mile was covered in a slow and painful fashion, when Larry
reached a small clearing, and here he sat down to rest on a fallen
tree and to examine the ankle, which he was afraid was again swelling.
He was engaged in looking at the wounded member, when a rough Tagalog
voice broke upon his ears.

"What do you here?" demanded a heavy-set native, in his own tongue, as
he strode forward, gun in hand, followed by several others.

Larry was startled and leaped up. In a twinkling he found himself
surrounded, and several Mausers were levelled at his head.

To resist would have been the height of foolishness, and Larry did not
try. The Tagals asked him a number of questions in their own tongue,
but he shook his head to show them that he did not understand. On
their part, not one could speak English, so neither party could
communicate with the other.

The natives, however, soon understood that he was alone, and when he
pointed to his ankle and limped, also understood that he had sprained
that member. One went into the bushes, and presently returned with
some leaves, which he crushed and packed inside of the boy's stocking.
The juice of the leaves proved very cooling, and presently much of
the pain from the sprain went away.

The Tagals were bound for the cliff, but by a route different from
that which Larry had travelled. As the boy was unarmed and could
scarcely hobble along, they did not take the trouble to bind him in
any way. He was made to march with half of the crowd before him and
the others behind; and thus they proceeded until the cliff was
reached, at a point where the jungle hid a series of rough steps
leading to the top. Beyond the top of these steps was a mountain
trail, which by nightfall brought them to a plateau where were
encamped at least three hundred Filipinos of all classes, the Tagals
predominating.

A shout went up as Larry appeared, and he was at once recognized as
one of the prisoners who had escaped from the caves, which were fully
four miles away.

"So they have caught you again?" remarked an under-officer, as he
strode up with a sinister smile on his swarthy countenance. "You did
not get very far."

"No, I had a bad fall and lamed my foot," replied Larry, as cheerfully
as he could. He was never one to "cry over spilt milk."

"A fall? Where?"

"I fell over the high cli