The Hunted In the dim light shed by the moonbeams sifting through the thick foliage a man wandered through the forest with slow and cautious steps.

From time to time, as if to find his way, he whistled a peculiar melody, which was answered in the distance by some one whistling the same air.

The man would listen attentively and then make his way in the direction of the distant sound, until at length, after overcoming the thousand obstacles offered by the virgin forest in the night-time, he reached a small open space, which was bathed in the light of the moon in its first quarter.

The high, tree-crowned rocks that rose about formed a kind of ruined amphitheater, in the center of which were scattered recently felled trees and charred logs among boulders covered with nature's mantle of verdure.
Scarcely had the unknown arrived when another figure started suddenly from behind a large rock and advanced with drawn revolver.

"Who are you ?" he asked in Tagalog in an imperious tone, cocking the weapon.
"Is old Pablo among you ?" inquired the unknown in an even tone, without answering the question or showing any signs of fear.
"You mean the capitan?
Yes, he's here." "Then tell him that Elias is here looking for him," was the answer of the unknown, who was no other than the mysterious pilot.
"Are you Elias ?" asked the other respectfully, as he approached him, not, however, ceasing to cover him with the revolver.