CHAPTER XXIII.
A HURRICANE ON THE MOUNTAIN.
The party watched the oncoming of the storm with anxiety, for they felt that a downpour on the top of that high mountain would be no light affair.
Danny had began to build a fire preparatory to cooking the evening meal, but now old Jacob stopped him.
"There is an overhanging cliff," he said, pointing with his long finger. "We had better look for shelter there afore we think of eating."
"You are right," said Robert Menden. "This coming storm may prove what the boys would call a corker."
They took up their traps, which had been hidden in the brush while they were in the cave, and set off for the cliff which loomed up less than quarter of a mile away. It was a difficult road, through brush and creeping vines and over rough rocks, and before it was finished, the big raindrops were beginning to patter down on the broad tropical leaves.
"Here's a pretty good place," said Dick, point-
