noise, and it's certain to give us a light," continued Walter.
With caution they moved along the beach, on the constant lookout for the Negritos. But none of the natives showed himself,—nor did anything in the shape of a fish or other sea food appear.
"We're not so lucky," remarked Si, dolefully.
"I can tell you we have either got to go on a hunting expedition or starve. I wish we could strike a bear or something big, because that would last. A bird ain't nothing, and four rounds ain't nothing either—when it comes to feeding two chaps as hollow as we be."
"There are no bears in Luzon, and very few large animals outside of the carabaos, or water buffaloes. And as you say, four rounds ain't much, especially when they are bullets instead of doses of buckshot. But we've got to do the best with what we have," concluded Walter, trying to pluck up a bit of courage.
Satisfied that there was nothing on the beach they could eat, they walked toward the woods, in a direction opposite to that where the mountain stream was located. They were approaching a rocky cliff overlooking the ocean when Walter uttered a sudden cry,
