"And what of that other prisoner who was released?"
"He ran off in another direction. I was hoping some of them would come this way."
"Where are we?"
"In a hollow under a big cliff. I carried you here after you were shot. How does the leg feel?"
"I can't feel anything."
"Humph! I hope the wound isn't a bad one; for if it is, I don't know what we will do. But tell me, how did you come here—miles and miles away from any of the ships?"
"It's a long story. We were on a transport bound for Manila and took a run ashore, and the natives came after us."
"What! Then you didn't come from one of the warships of the squadron?"
"No. Did you?"
"Yes; I and my messmates all belong to the Yorktown. Our craft was on the Baler River, and fourteen of us, under the command of Lieutenant Commander Gillmore, were sent out in a cutter to reconnoitre up the stream. We went up a pretty good distance, and didn't see anything to alarm us, when all of a sudden we were attacked from both
