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THE HAUNTED HUT IN THE JUNGLE.
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any shelter and were without prepared food. To obtain what would be needed was a serious question.

"Let us go on a little further," suggested Dan. "I have a feeling in my bones that something will turn up."

"We can't go very far—it is growing dark," said I; but I followed him, and presently I forged ahead, leaving Dan and Oliver to carry on the talk between themselves.

The top of the hill passed, I came out on a little plain overlooking the northern slope of the volcano crater. Before me was a steep descent of several hundred feet. "What a grand place for roller coasting!" I thought, when, without warning, the lava under my feet tilted up, and I was sent flying onto the incline. I tried to clutch at something, but failed, and rolled over and over, going down into I knew not where!