There was no answer.
“Where do you suppose they are?” asked Harvey, and his voice trembled.
“I think we should tell father,” said Louis, and running to the foot of the stairs he called to Mr. Dartmoor.
“What is it, Louis?” asked the iron merchant.
“We can’t find Rosita and Bella Caceras.”
“Can’t find Rosita! Why, what do you mean? Rosita!” he called.
No reply came.
“Where were they, boys, when you saw them last?”
“Following us from Mar Bravo. We all started on a foot race, and the girls were with us. They couldn’t have been more than a dozen steps in the rear.”
“Perhaps they are hiding behind the stones. Run over to the beach and see if they are not.”