. Knowing they could be out of sight
in a matter of seconds gave him confidence, and he moved rapidly ahead.

A slight breeze brought him the scent--or rather stench--of the village.
He wrinkled his nose and suppressed a sneeze. Wow! If the pirates
possessed any virtues, cleanliness was not one of them.

The cornfield ran right up to the edge of the village, which was nestled
under a point where the volcano dropped steeply for perhaps a hundred
feet. It was a good defensive position, Rick saw. The black lava cliff
probably could be climbed, and would offer a wonderful location for
riflemen. Even heavy weapons would have a hard time dislodging them.

Ahead was a kind of street, a wide gap between rows of houses. Some of
the houses showed the yellow flickering light of candles or kerosene
lamps, but most were dark. The houses were raised up on piles, in the
fashion common throughout the Philippines, and most of them offered
little obstruction to the view.

Rick shrank back as a man walked down the street, turned, and went up a
ladder into one of the houses. In the dim light Rick could see that he
had tight pants, a flat turban, and a rifle in his hand. The boy
shuddered. There probably were enough deadly weapons in the village to
outfit a regimental combat team. One slip and those weapons would be
turned on them.

Chahda put his lips close to Rick's ear. "What we do now?"

"Look for a house with guards, I guess."

It seemed the only possibility. If Tony and Shannon were in the village,
they would almost certainly be guarded. Guards probably would be the
only clue to their presence.

For long moments Rick debated on how best to approach the problem. There
wasn't any easy way. He tapped Chahda on the shoulder. "Let's go."

The two boys stepped out from their concealment against the volcanic
wall and walked boldly into the village.

Rick had his fingers crossed for luck, but he was ready to uncross them
in a hurry and go for the pistol in his sash. Their disguises had to
protect them from casual viewers. He had confidence that the deep
shadows of the village would conceal the fact that they were strangers,
unless they came face to face with someone.

The street paralleled the face of the volcano, with houses on both
sides. For the first few steps they saw no one, then far down the street
a Moro crossed, and it took all of Rick's courage to keep walking
casually ahead.

Nearby a dog barked, and the noise sent a