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“We’ll stick to the one trail,” answered Ben. “As yet I’ve seen no side trails, although I’ve been watching every foot of the ground that we crossed.”
“Nor I, cap’n,—an’ don’t wan’t to, neither,” added the tall mountaineer.
A little further on was a clearing, in the centre of which stood a small cane-house. Halting on the edge of the opening, they beheld several Filipinos on guard outside the house. In the doorway, with his back to the opening, stood Major Morris, his hands bound behind him.
218CHAPTER XXIIITHE TORNADO IN THE CANE-BRAKE
“I reckon we have got ’em tight, cap’n,” came from Sorrel, as the party of Americans came to a halt and surveyed the scene before them.
“It depends upon how many of them there are,” answered Ben. “Sorrel, supposing you skirt the clearing and try to count noses.”
The Tennesseean was willing, and started off, taking Gilbert with him. He was gone probably ten minutes.
“Not more than ten at the most,” he reported. “And of that number two are wounded and have their arms in slings.”
“Any other prisoners besides Major Morris?”
“Not that we could see,” came from Gilbert. “We could rush them easily enough if it wasn’t for the major,” he added.
“We don’t want any harm to befall Major Morris,” said Ben, thoughtfully. “If we— The rebels have discovered us, look out!”
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Ben had scarcely finished when a report rang out and a bullet whizzed over their heads. One of the soldiers outside of the cane-house had seen two of the Americans and had fired upon them.
The discharge of the firearm caused Major Morris to turn around, and as he did so Ben waved his cap at his commander, and was recognized. Then two of the insurgents hurried the major out of sight.
The Americans were not slow to return the fire; and, although nobody was struck, the insurgents lost no time in disappearing from view. A lull followed, as both sides tried to determine what was best to be done next.
“Here comes a flag of truce,” said Gilbert, presently, as a rebel appeared, holding up a white rag. “If I were you, I wouldn’t honor it.”
“I would like to hear what they have to say,” replied Ben, quietly.
“But remember how they fired on the other flag of truce,” insisted the young Southerner. “You’ll be running your head into a lion’s mouth.”
“Sorrel, keep that man covered,” said Ben. “I won’t move out any further than he does.”
“If you go, I’ll go with you,” said Gilbert, promptly.
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He would not be put off, and together Ben and he moved into the opening, Ben holding up a new handkerchief as he walked. The rebel at once halted, as if expecting them to come over to where he stood.
“You come over here!” cried Gilbert, and waved his hand.
There was a full minute’s delay, and then of a sudden the rebel threw down his white flag and sped toward the house. At the same time three reports rang out, and Gilbert fell back, struck in the shoulder.
“What did I tell you!” he gasped. “They are treacherous to the last degree!” And then the young Southerner fainted.
As just mentioned, three reports had rung out, but only two had come from the house. The third came from Ralph Sorrel’s weapon, and the man who had carried the pretended flag of truce fell dead in his tracks.
The dastardly attack angered Ben beyond endurance, and leaving Gilbert resting comfortably on some cut cane, he leaped to the front. “Come, boys, we will root them out!” he cried, and ran on toward the house as fast as he could, firing as he221went. Sorrel was at his heels, and the others fired, each “red-hot” as they afterward expressed it.
The insurgents saw them coming and fired several shots, but nobody was struck, and in a trice the house was surrounded. Then Major Morris came bounding through a window, and it was Ben who cut his bonds with a pocket-knife.
“I saw it all,” exclaimed the major. “Go for them, men, every one of the rascals deserves death!” And stooping over the dead rebel, he took from his bosom a bolo and joined in the attack. “They are a pack of cowards—a mere set of camp followers.”
The major was right; the rebels in the house were no regularly organized body, and at the first sign of real peril they fled by the back way, over a ditch and straight for the nearest jungle. But our friends were determined that they should not escape thus easily, and pursued them for nearly half a mile, killing one more and wounding three others. Long afterward they learned that those who had thus forfeited their lives were bandits from the mountains back of San Isidro. They had joined the forces under General Aguinaldo, merely for the booty to be picked up in the towns through which the rebel army passed.
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As soon as the contest had come to an end, Ben hurried back to where he had left Gilbert. The wound from which the young Southerner was suffering was painful, but not dangerous. Yet it was likely to put Gilbert in the hospital for the best part of a month.
“It’s too bad—I thought I could see the thing through to the end,” said Gilbert, shaking his head dolefully.
“You’ll have to take your dose as I did,” answered Ben. “I am glad it is not serious. Our regiment couldn’t afford to lose such a brave fellow as you.”
“Brave? Didn’t I hang back until you proposed to go out alone, Ben? If anybody was brave, it was you,” and then Gilbert turned his face away to conceal the pain that was coming on.
The hospital corps was so busy that Gilbert could not be carried back of the firing line for some time. Feeling that there would be no more fighting that day, Ben decided to remain by his old chum, and requested Sorrel to do likewise, leaving the others to accompany Major Morris back to the command proper. In the meantime, a skirmish line was stretched to the north of the cane-brake, that the223insurgents might not regain any of the lost territory.
It was frightfully hot, but scarcely had Major Morris left with his party than a faint breeze sprang up which gradually increased to a fair-sized wind. Making Gilbert as comfortable as possible under some of the tallest of the cane, Ben and Sorrel sat down beside him to do what they could to help him forget his pain.
The three had been sitting in the shade for the best part of half an hour, and Sorrel was sharpening his knife on the side leather of his shoe, when, glancing up, Ben noticed a peculiar cloud in the sky overhead.
“That looks rather queer,” he remarked. “Does that denote a wind-storm, Sorrel?”
“It denotes something, that’s sartin,” responded the mountaineer, surveying the cloud with care. “It’s something I ain’t seed out yere yit,” and he leaped to his feet.
The cloud was about as large as a barrel in appearance, and of a deep black color. It seemed to be whirling around and around, and as it came forward began to expand. Then it shot off to the southward, but not out of sight.
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“I’m glad it’s gone,” said Gilbert, who had roused up to watch the strange thing. “I don’t want to get caught in a western cyclone—and that cloud looks like those I have heard described.”
“The rainy season is coming on here, and I presume we are bound to have more or less tornadoes,” answered Ben. “They say that last year they were something awful along the seacoast.”
The cloud was circling around the southern horizon, but now it turned once again and came slowly toward them. While it was yet quarter of a mile away, it shot down to earth and a strange humming sound reached their ears, followed by a whistling that caused each of them to shiver.
“It’s a whirlwind!” yelled Sorrel. “Come into yonder hollow, cap’n!” and he caught hold of Gilbert and lifted him up. The hollow he mentioned was less than fifty feet away, yet to reach it in time was almost impossible, so swiftly did the tornado approach them. The air became black as night and was filled with cane, grass, and branches of trees. It struck the house in the clearing, and with a single mighty crash the structure went up into the air, to fall with another crash a hundred yards beyond.
Running with the tall Tennesseean, Ben pitched225into the hollow just as the first of the tornado hurled itself at them. Down came the mountaineer, but taking good care that Gilbert should not be hurt by his quick leap. Then all fell flat, with their faces to earth.
It was like some horrible nightmare to Ben,—the whistling wind and the strange humming, the blackness, and the whirling cane and tree limbs. In some places the ground was furrowed up as by a plough, and down on their heads came dirt and grass, and then a shower of stalks that buried them completely. And still the wind kept up, in a madder gallop than ever. Ben felt as if every moment was going to be his last.
The time was an age; yet by the watch it was not yet five minutes when the tornado had departed, leaving its track of ruin behind. But still the party of three under the cane-stalks lay still, wondering if it was safe to get up.
“Do yer calkerlate it’s over, cap’n?” came from Sorrel, after a painful pause.
“It appears to be, but there is no telling what such a thing will do next,” answered the young captain, as he pressed on the stalks over him, and got up. “Gilbert, are you hurt?”
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“No,” came with a gasp. “But, Ben, that was—was a terror, wasn’t it?”
“It was, Gilbert, and something I never want to witness again.”
By this time Sorrel was also on his feet and hauling Gilbert into daylight. The cloud was gone, and the sun shone as brightly as ever. But at a great distance they saw the tornado sweeping up into the mountains.
“We are well out of it,” was Ben’s comment, as they watched the cloud until it was out of sight. “That played sad havoc here. I wonder what it will do in the mountains?”
No one could answer that question, and no one tried. Ben would have been very much surprised had anybody told him that the same tornado which had visited him was also to visit his brother Larry. But so it proved, as we shall speedily see.
227CHAPTER XXIVTHE FLIGHT FOR LIBERTY
“Well, this is getting too monotonous for anything.”
It was Larry who spoke, and he sat on the stump of a tree at the mouth of a wide cave, gazing disconsolately at a fire which several insurgents were trying to build.
The place was on the top of a high hill, backed up by still higher mountains. On every hand were sharp rocks and trees, with a tangle of thorns. Small wonder, then, that Aguinaldo and his cohorts considered these fastnesses inaccessible for American troops. No regular body could have gotten to such a place, and to forward supplies hither was totally out of the question.
The rebels numbered fifteen, all mountaineers and strong. At General Luna’s request they had brought ten prisoners to the spot, and the other prisoners were to come up some time later. Why the Filipinos thus divided the men they had taken is not definitely228known, yet divided they were, until some escaped and others died or were given up.
Since Larry had been captured he had passed through half a dozen different hands. It must be said he had been treated fairly well, better, perhaps, than many of my readers may suppose. To be sure, his clothing was in rags and his shoes were almost minus their soles, but in these respects he was no worse off than those who kept him captive. Then, too, the food given him was very plain, but the rebels ate the same, and to complain, therefore, would have been worse than useless.
Larry had missed Barton Brownell, for the pair had been fairly friendly, as we know. With the transferal to new quarters the young sailor had struck up an acquaintanceship with Dan Leroy, one of theYorktown’smen, also a prisoner. A number of the sailors from theYorktown—in fact, a boatload, had been captured, but Leroy had become separated from his messmates at the very start.
“Yes, it is monotonous, lad,” said Leroy, who was resting at Larry’s feet. “But, as I’ve said a hundred times afore, we can’t help ourselves, consequently, make the best on it. Ain’t that sound argyment, lad?”
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“I reckon so, Leroy, but—but—”
“When ye git as old as I am you’ll see things in a different light. We can’t complain o’ the treatment here, lad.”
“But I would like to know how the war is going, and if my brother knows I am alive.”
“Reckon the war is goin’ agin the Tagals, or they wouldn’t be a-pushing back into the mountains like this.”
“It’s a wonder they don’t try to exchange us.”
At this Dan Leroy smiled grimly. “Might be as how they consider us too vallyble,” he suggested. He was a short, stout fellow, much given to joking, and rarely out of good humor.
It was about the middle of the afternoon, and from a long distance came the sounds of firing. But the booming came from big field-pieces, so Larry knew it must be far away, and so it gave him small hope.
The rebels had just brought in some fresh meat, procured from the town at the foot of the long hill, and they speedily proceeded to make a beef stew with rice and yams. The smell was appetizing, and as nobody had had a square meal that day, Larry brightened over the prospect.
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The cave in the hillside was irregular in shape, running back to a series of openings which nobody had ever yet explored. In this cave the insurgents kept some of their supplies, brought up from San Fernando, San Isidro, and other places. It was a fact that Aguinaldo hardly knew where to “jump” next.
Before nightfall the dinner was ready, and the chief of the rebels had the prisoners supplied with bowls of the stew. “Eat all of eet,” he said, with a grin. “For maybe no geet such t’ings to-morrow.”
“Thanks, we’ll fill up then,” responded Larry, and set to with a will, as did all the other prisoners.
The captives were unarmed, and though the rebels watched them, they were allowed more or less of the freedom of the camp. Finishing his bowl of stew, Larry leaned over to where Leroy sat.
“Leroy, if we can manage to get a kettle of that stew, I’ll be for trying to get away to-night,” he whispered.
“And how are ye going to get it, lad?” asked the sailor.
“Wait and you will see,” was the answer, and Larry arose and sauntered over toward the fire.
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“I spilt some of the stew on the ground,” he said, which was true, although the amount had not been large. “Can I have more?”
“Yes, take what you will,” returned the insurgent chief, who felt in good humor, through having obtained a leave of absence, to start on the morning following. “And give some to your friends. We’ll fill up for once.”
“Thank you,” answered Larry, and hurried to the other prisoners with the big pot from over the fire. The prisoners had a large tin kettle for water, fitted with a cover so that bugs might be kept out, and this he filled to the brim, and also gave the others all they wished.
“Going to eat all of that?” queried one of the men, with a short laugh.
“Sometime—not now,” answered Larry. Then he took the pot back to the fire and carried his bowl and the kettle into the cave. At once Leroy followed him.
“And now, what’s this nonsense you’re talkin’ about running away?” demanded theYorktownsailor, as soon as they were alone.
“I’m going to try my luck to-night, Leroy. If you don’t want to go, you can stay with the others.”
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“But how are you going? There’s a guard around the foot of the hill, and they will shoot you on sight.”
“I’m not going to try the foot of the hill—at least, not this side of it.”
“Well, you can’t get to the other, for that cliff over this cave is in the way.”
“I’m going to explore the caves back of this. They must lead to somewhere.”
The old sailor shook his head. “More’n likely they lead to the bowels of the earth. You’ll fall into some pitfall, and that will be the end of you.”
“I’ll light a torch as soon as I am out of sight of this place, and I’ll be very careful where I step.”
“This cave may be as big as the Mammoth Cave of Kentucky. You’ll get lost in one of the chambers and never find your way out.”
“I’ll have to risk that. But I’m bound to try it—if they give me the chance.”
“You’re foolish. Why, confound it, I’ve half of a mind to report the scheme.”
“Oh, Leroy, surely you won’t do that.”
“I mean just to save you from yourself, Larry.”
“I don’t intend to remain a prisoner until I am233baldheaded, Leroy. I’m going to try to escape—and that’s the end of it.”
“Will you take any of the others along?”
“If they want to go.”
“There won’t a soul go—and I know it,” responded the stout sailor, in positive tones.
When the other prisoners came in, he told them of Larry’s plan. One and all of them agreed it was foolhardy.
“I don’t believe there is any opening,” said one. “Or if there is, it’s so high up in the mountains that you’ll never reach it.”
“And what are you going to do for eating? That kettle of stew won’t last forever,” said another.
So the talk ran on, but the more he was opposed, the more headstrong did Larry become—and that, as old readers know, was very much like him.
“I shall go, and good-bye to all of you,” he said, in conclusion. And then he shook hands with one after another, Leroy last of all. TheYorktown’sman was trembling.
“I hate ter see ye do it, lad,” he said. “It seems like going to death, but—but—hang it, I’ll go along, so there!”
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“But you needn’t if you don’t wish to,” protested the youth. “I am not afraid to go alone.”
“But I am a-going, and we’ll sink or swim together, Larry. Who else goes?”
Dan Leroy, looked from one face to the next. But not another prisoner spoke, for each had taken a short walk to the rear caves and seen quite enough of them. Then a guard came in, and the strange meeting broke up immediately.
The prisoners lay down to rest, but not one of them could go to sleep. All of the others were waiting for Larry and Leroy’s departure. At last, satisfied that all was right for the night, the guard went outside, to join several of his companions around the camp-fire.
“Now, then,” whispered Larry, and arose, to be followed immediately by Dan Leroy. The kettle secured, they hurried for the rear of the outer cave, without so much as looking at the others, who raised up to watch their shadowy disappearance.
The flight for liberty had begun. Would it succeed or fail?
235CHAPTER XXVTHE CAVES UNDER THE MOUNTAIN
For a distance of five hundred feet the way was known to both Larry and his sailor friend, and the pair passed along swiftly, guided in part by the flickering rays from the camp-fire outside of the main cave.
“Have a care now, lad,” whispered Leroy, as they reached a narrow passage, which turned first to the left and then upward. “The roof is low, and you don’t want for to dash your brains out on the rocks.”
“Never fear but I’ll be as careful as I can,” responded the youth, feeling his way along. “Better keep close, Leroy, that we don’t become separated.”
The turn made, it was no easy matter to ascend the sloping floor, with here and there a rough bowlder to cross, or a hollow in which one might fall and break a leg without half trying, as the236Yorktownsailor said. Presently Leroy called a halt.
“Better light the torch now, Larry.”
“I was going to save it,” was the reply. “There is no telling how long we may have to depend upon it.”
“That is true; but it’s no longer safe to walk in this pitchy darkness.”
Leroy was provided with matches, used in smoking his pipe, which had not been denied him, and striking one he set fire to an end of the dry cedar branch which Larry had laid away over a week before, when the thought of running away had first crossed his mind. At the start the branch spluttered wofully and threatened to go out, but by coaxing it remained lit, and presently burst into a flame that was sufficient to see by for a circle of twenty or thirty feet.
On they plodded, up an incline that seemed to have no end, and then around another turn. Here the chamber widened out, and beyond there were branches, two to the left and one to the right.
On they plodded, up an incline that seemed to have no end.—Page 236.
On they plodded, up an incline that seemed to have no end.—Page 236.
“This is as far as I’ve ever been,” said the boy. “The passages beyond seemed to lead downward for part of the way, and it’s impossible to judge237which is the best to take. But I was of a mind to try that one on the right.”
“Well, I reckon as how the right ought to be right,” laughed Leroy. “If it ain’t, all we can do is to come back to here an’ try over again, eh?”
“We haven’t got time to waste in experimenting, Leroy. This is a serious business. We are liable now to be shot on sight.”
“An’ nobody knows thet better nor Dan Leroy, your humble servant. An’ if you say try one o’ the other passages, I’m jes’ as willin’.”
“No, we’ll take that on the right,” returned the youth, and started onward without further delay.
The passage was a crooked one, not over ten feet wide in any one part, and but little over the height of a man. At one place a great rock blocked the way, and over this they went on their hands and knees.
“Kind o’ a tight squeeze,” remarked Leroy. “If that rock war a bit bigger, we wouldn’t be able to git over it at all.”
“Hark!” cried Larry, coming to a halt. “What is that, somebody calling?”
They listened, and from a distance ahead made out a low murmur of some kind. “It’s water238running over the rocks,” cried Leroy. “I hope it’s a river leading to the outer world.”
“Oh, so do I!” ejaculated the boy, and both started onward eagerly. Long before the fall of water was gained they found themselves splashing in an underground stream up to their ankles. The waterfall was underground, coming from the rocks overhead and running into the stream, which, in turn, sank out of sight some distance further on.
“Nothing in that,” muttered Leroy, his face falling.
Nevertheless, they stopped for a drink, for the tramp through the caves had made them thirsty. The old sailor held the torch, while Larry carried the kettle. It was well that the top of the kettle was on tight, otherwise the contents would have been spilled long before this.
Beyond the waterfall the cave opened out once more in fan shape, the roof running upward to a high arch, from which hung stupendous stalactites of white and brown. Here the water dripped down in the form of a fine rain.
“We’re in a shower, lad, even though we are underground,” remarked Leroy. “I must say I hope this don’t last. If it does, we’ll soon be wet239to the skin.” The vaulted cave soon came to an end, however, and now they found themselves in an opening cut up into a hundred different chambers, like a coal mine supported by arches. Each looked at the other in perplexity.
“We can easily miss the way here,” said Larry, soberly. “We had better lay out a course and stick to it.”
“Right you are, lad.” Leroy pointed with his hand. “This seems as good a trail as any. Shall we follow it?”
“Yes.” And forward it was again. Presently they came to another chamber, and here the slope was again upward, much to their satisfaction. “If we keep on going upward, we are bound to get out at the top, sometime,” was the way Larry calculated.
Climbing now became difficult, and in a number of places each had to help the other along. Then came a wall twelve feet high, and here they were compelled to halt.
“It looks as if we were blocked,” remarked theYorktownsailor after an examination.
“I’m not going to give up yet,” answered the boy. “If we can’t get up any other way, we can240build a stairs with those loose stones we just passed.”
“Hurrah! you’ve solved the difficulty!” exclaimed the old sailor, and they set to work with a will. But rolling and lifting the stones into place was no mean job, and when at last they were able to pull themselves to the passageway above, both were utterly worn out and glad enough to sit down. The rest lasted longer than either had intended, for Leroy, who had not slept well the night before, dozed off, and Larry was not of a heart to wake him up. So the boy went to sleep too, and neither awakened until early morning.
“Hullo! what’s this?” cried Leroy, the first to open his eyes. All was so dark about him—Larry having extinguished the torch—that for the minute he could not collect his senses. Putting out his hand he touched the youth on the face, and Larry awoke instantly.
They were both hungry, and lighting the torch again, warmed up the kettle of stew, and then ate about one-third of the stuff. “Touches the spot,” cried Leroy, smacking his lips. He could have eaten much more, but knew it was best to be careful of their supply until the outer world was gained.
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Much refreshed by their sleep, but somewhat stiff from the dampness and the unaccustomed work of the evening before, they proceed on their way, still climbing upward and still in a darkness, that was only partly dispelled by the feeble glare of the torch, which was now growing alarmingly small.
“The light won’t last more than a couple o’ hours,” said Leroy. “Perhaps we had better split the stick in two.” This was done, and thus the feeble light was reduced one-half.
Would the caves never come to an end? Such was the question Larry asked himself over and over again. Was it possible that they were to journey so far only to find themselves trapped at last? The thought made him shiver, and he pushed on faster than ever.
“Do you know what I think?” said Leroy, an hour later. “I think we are moving around in a circle?”
“A circle?”
“Ay, lad. Don’t you notice how the passageway keeps turning to the right?”
Larry had noticed it. “But we are going upward,” he said.
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“True; but who knows but what we’ll be going downward presently.”
Still they kept on, but now Larry’s heart began to fail him. They had progressed so far, had made so many turns, that to get back would probably be impossible. The caves were so vast one might wander about in them forever—if one’s food did not give out. Larry shivered again and clutched the precious kettle of stew tighter than ever. He was once more hungry, but resolved to wait until the pangs of hunger increased before reducing the stock of food.
The passageway was now level for a considerable distance, with here and there a rock to be climbed over or a crack to cross. Both had just made a leap over an opening several feet wide when Leroy set up a shout.
“What is it?” asked Larry, eagerly.
“Put the torch behind ye, lad, an’ look ahead. Perhaps my eyes deceive me,” answered the old sailor.
Larry did as requested, and gave a searching look up the passageway. No, there was no mistaking it—there was a faint glimmer of light coming from what appeared to be a bend. He, too, gave a shout, and both set off on a run.
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As they sped onward the light became brighter and brighter, until the torch was hardly needed. They were running side by side, each trying to gain the outer air first.
“Look out!” suddenly yelled Leroy, and caught Larry by the arm. The old sailor could hardly stop, and had to throw himself flat, dragging the boy down on top of him.
A few feet beyond was an opening twelve to fifteen feet wide, running from side to side of the passageway. The walls of the opening were perpendicular, and the hole was so deep that when a stone was dropped into it they could scarcely hear the thing strike bottom.
“Here’s a how-d’ye-do!” cried Leroy, gazing into the pit. “We can’t jump across that, nohow!”
“A real good jumper might,” answered Larry. “But I shouldn’t want to try it. The other side seems to slope down toward the hole. What’s to be done?”
Ah, that was the question. It looked as if their advance in that direction was cut off completely.
244CHAPTER XXVIBOXER THE SCOUT
Much chagrined, man and boy stood on the brink of the chasm before them and gazed at the other side. It was sloping, as Larry had said, and wet, which was worse. A jump, even for a trained athlete, would have been perilous in the extreme.
“Looks like we were stumped,” remarked Leroy, laconically.
“And just as we were so near to yonder opening!” cried Larry, vexed beyond endurance. “If we only had a plank, or something.”
He looked around, but nothing was at hand but the bare stone walls, with here and there a patch of dirt and a loose stone. He walked to one end of the hole.
“A fellow might climb along yonder shelf if he were a cat,” he said dismally. “But I don’t believe a human being could do it.”
“No, and don’t you go for to try it,” put in the245old sailor. “If you do, you’ll break your neck, sure as guns is guns.”
“Well, we’ve got to do something, Leroy.”
“So we have; an’ I move we sit down an’ eat a bite o’ the stew. Maybe eatin’ will put some new ideas into our heads.”
“I’d rather wait until we gain the open air.”
“But we can’t make it—yet—so be content, lad. It’s something to know thet the blue sky is beyond.”
They sat down, and soon finished one-half of what remained of the mess in the kettle. Never had anything tasted sweeter, and it was only by the exercise of the greatest self-control that they kept back a portion of the food.
“Perhaps we’ll have to go back, remember that,” said Leroy, as he put the cover on the kettle once more.
“Go back? No, no, Leroy! I’ll try jumping over first.”
“I don’t think I shall. Thet hole— What’s that?”
A sound had reached the old sailor’s ears, coming from some distance ahead. It was the sound of footsteps approaching.
“Somebody is coming!” whispered Larry, and246crouched down. Then a man put in an appearance, coming from the opposite end of the passageway. He was an American soldier, hatless and almost in tatters.
“Hullo there!” cried Larry, leaping up. “Oh, but I’m glad you came!”
At the cry the soldier stopped short in amazement. Larry’s words echoed and reëchoed throughout the passage. He looked toward the pair at the chasm, but could make out little saving the torch which Leroy was holding.
“Who calls?” he asked at last.
“I called,” answered the boy. “Can’t you see us? We are two lost sailors, and we can’t get over this beastly hole. Come this way, but be careful of where you step.”
“You must be Americans by your voices. Am I right?”
“Yes; and you are an American, too,” said Larry, as the soldier came closer. Soon he stood facing them, with a look of wonder on his bronzed features.
“How did you get here?” he demanded.
“It’s a long story,” answered Leroy. “We escaped from some rebels at the other end of this247cave, and we’ve been wandering around since last night. Are you alone, or are our forces outside of this hole?”
“General Lawton’s troops are a good many miles from here,” answered the soldier. “I am one of his scouts, and I became separated from our command and got up here to escape being hunted down by the crowd of Filipinos that was after me. They are in the woods just outside of this hole.”
“Then you are all alone?” said Larry, his face falling a little.
“Yes, although I think a couple of our men must be in this vicinity. We are pressing the rebels pretty hard, you know.”
The scout’s name was George Boxer, and he was one of the best marksmen in Chief Young’s command. He listened to their story with interest, and at once agreed to do what he could for them. They noted with satisfaction that he was provided with both a rifle and a pistol, and also a belt well filled with ammunition.
It was an easy matter for Boxer to make his way into the open air and find a fallen tree limb of sufficient thickness to throw over the chasm248as a make-shift bridge. As soon as the limb was secure, Larry and Leroy came over, and then the party of three made their way to the mouth of the cave.
It was a welcome sight to see the sky again and the sunshine, and Larry’s eyes sparkled as he gazed down the mountain-side and at the vast panorama spread out before him. At their feet was a heavy jungle, and beyond a plain and a small hill, where a large body of insurgents were encamping.
“It’s good to be in the fresh air again, eh, lad?” observed Leroy. “But I’m afraid we’ll have a good bit o’ trouble gettin’ past them rebels,” he added to George Boxer.
“We can’t get past them in the daytime,” answered the scout; “but I think we can make it after the sun goes down. And it will take us till sundown to get to the bottom of this mountain, if I am not mistaken.”
Now they were in the open, it was decided to discard the kettle; and the three ate up what remained of the stew, along with the single ration which Boxer carried. Then they began the descent of the mountain-side, slipping over rocks249and dirt as best they could, and finding their way around many an ugly pitfall.
“I suppose you think it’s queer I came up so far,” said Boxer, as they hurried downward. “The truth is I was so closely pursued I didn’t realize how far I was going. Those rebels can climb the mountains like so many wildcats. I’m afraid we’ll never clean them out if they take a stand up here.”
It was hot, and now Leroy gazed from time to time at the sky. “A storm or something is coming,” he said.
“Yes, something is coming,” added Boxer. “I can tell it by the way the birds are flying about. They seem to be troubled.”
“I see a cloud away off to the southward,” put in Larry. “It’s not large, but it’s mighty black.”
No more was said just then upon the subject; and they continued their journey down the mountain-side until they came to a fair-sized stream, where they quenched their thirst and took a wash. They were about to go on again when Boxer held up his hand as a warning.
“Great gophers, boys, we are running right into250a nest of the rebels!” he whispered. “Back with you, before it is too late.”
They looked ahead and saw that the scout was right. They started to go back; and as they turned, a Mauser rang out and a bullet clipped the bushes beside them.
“Discovered!” came from Leroy’s lips. “Larry, I’m afraid the jig is up. Those Filipi—”
Crack! It was Boxer’s rifle that rang out, and as the scout was a sharpshooter, it may be taken for granted that he brought down his man. Then the three set off on a run along the side of the mountain to where a slight rise of ground promised better hiding.
“We can’t do much against such a crowd,” said the scout. “But in a good spot we can hold out awhile, provided one of you can use my pistol.”
“I can fire tolerably straight,” answered Leroy, and took the weapon. Soon the rise was gained, and they plunged in behind a tangle of pines. The Filipinos were following them, although taking good care not to expose themselves needlessly to the fire of such a crack marksman as Boxer had proved himself to be.
From behind the tangle of growth, the three251Americans watched the skilful advance of the enemy with dismay. “They are trying to surround us!” whispered Boxer. Then like a flash his rifle went up. The report was followed by a yell of pain, and a Filipino fell into view from behind a tree less than fifty yards distant. The poor fellow was hit in the side, but managed to crawl back into cover again, groaning dismally.
Leroy also fired, a second later, aiming at a tall Tagal who was crossing a clearing to their left. If he hit his mark, the rebel gave no sign, but the man disappeared in a great hurry. Then came a crashing through the bushes below and to the left, proving that the Filipinos were massing in those directions.
“Perhaps we had better try to crawl away from this—” began Larry, when a humming sound caught his ear. At the same time the sky grew black.
“Look! look!” yelled Leroy. “What is this—the end of the world?”
All looked up. The humming had increased to a whistle, and now came a crashing of trees and brush mingled with the wild cries of the Filipinos as they rushed away toward a near-by252mountain stream. They knew what was coming, even if our friends did not.
And then the tornado was almost upon them. I say almost, for, thanks to an all-ruling Providence, it did not strike them fairly, but rushed to one side, where the Filipinos had been gathering. The light of day seemed to die out utterly, and the air was filled with flying débris and screaming birds and wild animals made homeless on the instant. The very earth seemed to quake with the violence of the trees uprooted, and branches and dirt flew all over the Americans, until they were buried as completely as Ben and his companions had been. Larry thought it was indeed the end of the world, and breathed a silent prayer that God might watch over him and those he loved.
At last the rushing wind ceased, and the crashing was lost in the distance. But the birds kept up their wild cries, and for several seconds neither Larry nor those with him moved, wondering if that was the end of the tornado, or if worse was to follow. But it was the end, and gradually they came forth one after another, to gaze on the mighty wreckage about them. It was Leroy who raised his hand solemnly to heaven.
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“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 with254their 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, and255drawing 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 forty-eight hours.”
“I hope by that time we’ll have reached the army,” answered Larry, and took the portion of meat handed to him. It was not a dainty thing to carry, but he had to shoulder it, since Boxer and Leroy were carrying the weapons.
As they proceeded, the jungle appeared to become more dense, until it was next to impossible to make any progress. Yet they felt that each step was bringing them closer to the open plain and to a point where few natives were likely to be congregated. “If we once get down to the bottom, we’ll be all right,” said Boxer.
But the scout had not reckoned on the fact that there was a hollow at the base of the mountain, and that the heavy rains had filled this full to overflowing. It was Larry who first called attention to the fact that the ground was growing damp. Then of a sudden the whole party stepped into the water up to their ankles.
Here was a new dilemma to face, and each looked256at the others in anything but a happy mood. “Beats everything what luck we’re having!” cried Leroy, in deep disgust. “I’d give a year’s pay to be safe on board theYorktownagin, keelhaul me if I wouldn’t!”
“I suppose the best thing we can do is to march around the swamp-hole,” replied Larry. “What do you say, Boxer?”
“Let us try it a bit further,” replied the scout, and they moved forward with care. At first the ground appeared to grow better, but then they went down again halfway to their knees and in a muck that stuck to them like glue.
“It’s no use, we’ll have to go back,” groaned Leroy, and turned about. Silently the others followed him, wondering where the adventure would end.