"All right, both together."
They sent up a "holloa" that rang through the trees.
"Mason—Washington," they shouted. "Answer. We have lost you."
Away in the distance they heard a faint answering call. In their efforts to retrace their steps they had wandered still further from their companions. They could not distinguish the words of the reply, but the sound gave them the direction, and with glad hearts they set off.
Suddenly they heard a crackling in the bushes behind them.
"Quien Vio?" called a voice. Their hearts sank within them. Turning quickly, they looked into the muzzles of four rifles.
"Gee, it's the Spaniards at last," whispered Bert. "Still I don't know but I had rather see them than no one. It was getting mighty lonesome."
"They may be more of Morgan's men," said Harry.
"By jove, that's so. Let's try the countersign on them."
"Don't," commanded Harry, quickly, catching his arm. "Suppose they were not. The word would convict us at once."