"My friends!" gasped the girl. "They are coming to rescue me."
In the distance a black spot lay on the water. The faint clanking of oars was heard.
Del Norte whistled a sharp signal.
In return there was a similar answer.
"Señorita," he laughed, "you are wrong; those who come are my friends."
CHAPTER VII.
THE SENTINEL.
With the sun slipping down toward the western peaks, another day was passing.
Hidden on the side of a wooded mountain, yet having a position that commanded a wide expanse of country, with a view of the lower hills and valleys, Red Ben lay prone on his stomach. At his side lay a loaded rifle.