alse. A night had been spent in the jungle, and at a
point within half a mile of where Larry lay senseless under the big
tree!

The hunt had revealed to the party the series of rough steps mentioned
in the last chapter, and down these they now went and continued their
search at the base of the cliff.

"What's this?" came from the old sailor, presently, and he pointed to
the broken sapling hanging in the branches of the big tree. With the
sapling was a shred of a garment, fluttering in the breeze like a
signal of distress.

A close examination caused them to reach a conclusion which was, as we
already know, true; namely, that Larry had come down with the sapling
and landed in the big tree.

"And he wasn't killed, either," said Boxer. "For here is where he
built a fire and cooked some birds' eggs."

"And he visited the pool, too," added Ben, examining the tracks with
care. "Funny tracks these," he added, a second later.

"He was hopping on one foot," announced the scout, gravely. "That
looks as if he had one leg hurt."

It was an easy matter to follow the trail through the jungle, for the
ground was damp and covered with a moss which was torn with ease. Soon
they reached the clearing where Larry had stopped to examine his
ankle.

"Hullo, more footprints!" ejaculated Boxer, his face falling. "And
rebs, too, I'll wager a new hat. Cap'n, I'm afraid your brother has
run into worse trouble."

"It certainly looks like it," answered Ben. "Where do the footprints
lead to?"

Where but back to the very rocks down which they had come but a few
hours before! Soon they were back at the top of the cliff again.

Before leaving the valley Boxer studied the footprints closely, and
now, although there were other footprints above, he followed the party
having Larry in charge without making a single error. But it was slow
work, and the encampment of the Filipinos was not discovered until
nightfall.

"We've tracked 'em to a finish," announced Boxer. "Don't go any
further, cap'n--unless you are ready to do some tall shooting."

"I can do some shooting if it's necessary," answered Ben, with a
determined look on his face which was not to be mistaken. "I should
like to make sure my brother is here."

"We'll walk around the camp and see," said Boxer, and this they did,
slowly and cautiously, each with his weapons ready for immediate use.
But the Filipinos were busy eating their suppers and smoking
cigarettes, and did not discov