“I just said that to get you down,” she returned. “If I hadn’t you would have stayed up there all day.”
Mabel’s tension also relaxed, and the girls moved slowly away from the house, Shirley finding that her ankle had stopped hurting and was not even swollen.
“Where shall we go?” asked Mabel.
“American consulate, I reckon,” replied the girl, “if we can find it.”
“We must find it,” said Mabel firmly.
“Yes but how. Neither of us can speak Spanish.”
“Then we must find a Mexican who speaks English. We should have no trouble doing that.”
The girls had been walking along rapidly, for they wished to put as much space as possible between them and their recent prison; but at the same time they did not run for they did not wish to attract attention by the appearance of undue haste.
Suddenly there came a cry from behind. Unconsciously both girls stopped in their tracks and looked back over their shoulders. But one look was enough.
“Run!”