eight o'clock
`` Those rebels may spot us before we are aware . '' Yet they were too hungry to go without eating , and in the end they built a fire of the driest wood they could find , and while Boxer cooked the birds , Larry and the old sailor scattered the smoke with their jackets , so that it might not go up in a cloud , and also kept their eyes open for the possible appearance of the rebels . But the tornado had scared the insurgents as much as it had anybody , and not one showed himself . By eight o'clock they were once more on the way , Boxer leading with his gun ready for use , Larry in the centre , and Leroy bringing up the rear with the pistol . They were just entering the jungle at the foot of the mountain when a strange moaning reached their ears and all halted . There was a silence , and then the moaning started up again . `` What is that ? ''