“Shall I write the letter, Mabel?” asked Shirley.
“Yes,” was the instant reply. “Then Dad will know we are in danger and just what sort of danger. It is the only way we can get word to the others. I know they will find us.”
“I guess you’re right,” agreed Shirley.
She returned to her place at the table, and picked up the pen.
“Dictate and I shall write,” she said.
“I am glad to see you are so sensible,” smiled Mrs. Sebastian.
She dictated and Shirley wrote. When she had finished she had both girls affix their signatures, and then address an envelope.
She clapped her hands and a young native boy entered the room. To him Mrs. Sebastian gave the letter and spoke in Spanish, whereupon the boy hurried away.
Hardly had he gone when there came three sharp knocks at the door without. The conspirators looked at each other in alarm, and the hopes of Shirley and Mabel rose suddenly.
But the latter were doomed to disappointment. Mrs. Sebastian left the room, only to return a few moments later followed by the figure of a man.