beneath enshrouding green sarongs, but Piang's quick eye had detected
them before they had a good start.

"Piang has saved us from a terrible row, boys," said Sergeant Greer,
and when the wounded were cared for, the rough soldiers tossed the
graceful boy on their shoulders and paraded through the camp, much
to the delight of the hero.

"I go to find the sultan to-morrow, sir?" asked Piang. "Him at
Isabella, and I must give him Kali Pandapatan's message."

"Well, Piang, I am with you. I'm going to face that old codger and
tell him what I think of his fiendish tricks of killing us off by
this beastly juramentado, when he claims to be at peace with America."

Lewis learned many things during the trip, and Piang delighted in
guiding his friends through the jungle he loved so well, through the
grass eight feet high, under trees laden with strange fruits. Monkeys
were swinging in the trees chattering and scolding the intruders.

"You want monkey, sir?" asked Piang.

"Can you catch one without hurting it?"

"You watch Piang," chuckled the boy. The others hid, and Piang
struck a match. The tree, full of curious little people, shook as
they scampered about trying to see what Piang was doing. He paid no
attention to them, and as he struck match after match, they gradually
crept nearer. Shielding the flame from the inquisitive creatures,
he excited their curiosity until they were unable to resist, and
soon one hopped to the ground. Another came, and another. Piang paid
no attention to the visitors, continuing to hide the flame in his
hands. Lewis almost spoiled it all by laughing outright, for it was
indeed a ridiculous sight to see the little wild things consumed with
curiosity. Walking upright, their funny hands dangling from the stiff
elbows, they advanced. One venturesome little gray form clinging to
the branch overhead by its tail, timidly touched Piang's shoulder. It
paused, touched it again, and finally confidently hopped upon it,
all the while craning its neck, making absurd faces at the sulphur
fumes. Two little arms went around Piang's neck; a soft little body
cuddled up against him, and all the while the monkey twisted and
turned in its efforts to discover the mystery of the flame.

The click of a camera sounded like a gunshot in the intense stillness,
and up the trees went the little band in a flash, all but the prisoner
in Piang's arms.

"Great, Piang," called Lewis. "I hope the picture will be good,
for