ed over a long
period of time, otherwise the boys would certainly have been retaken.
Disturbed by the noise made by the lads in pushing through the jungle,
the monkeys, birds, and other creatures of the forest lifted up their
voices and seemed to point out the path of flight. Jimmie declared that
a brass band could have done no more to locate them.

It was after noon when they came to the little bay where they had left
the _Manhattan_. There was the bay, shimmering in the sun, there was the
beach where they had landed. But where was the motor boat?

"They've had to run for it," Jimmie decided, gazing gloomily over the
waste of sea and back to the jungle. "What's the next move? This spot
must be watched, so we've got to get out of here. I guess we're in for
it, all right."

The situation seemed to be a desperate one, and the boys crept back into
the jungle to study it out. If the _Manhattan_ had left the vicinity of
the island there was no hope for them; still, they decided to make sure
that it had before giving over the search for it. In considering the
situation they did not at all censure Ned, for they saw that he might
have been obliged to take the _Manhattan_ away from the little bay in
order to avoid capture.

At last when, in their tracing of the coast in the faint hope of finally
coming upon the _Manhattan_, the boys came upon the little stream where
the boat was hidden, they remained concealed from the sight of those on
board while they took careful note of the surroundings. It did not seem
possible that the _Manhattan_ had not been discovered by the Filipinos,
and naturally the boys suspected that some trick to gain possession of
her without an open fight was being worked.

The boat lay quietly drawing at the cable which held her to the bank of
the little stream, with everything apparently in order in the cockpit
and in the cabin, but there were at first no signs of the boys.
Presently, however, Pat's red head shot up out of the cockpit, where he
had evidently been lying down.

As the head appeared, an arrow whizzed almost over the heads of the
watching boys and struck the side of the boat with a force which seemed
equal to cutting a hole in it. Pat was out of sight in a moment, with
the cabin door closed behind him.

"Going back to old methods, are they?" whispered Jack. "Do you see
anything of Ned or Frank there?"

Jimmie shook his head.

"I'm afraid they've gone to look us up," he said, "an' in th