“Caramba!” he snorted; “and who are you?”
“I am Anitoo.”
“That is not Spanish,” said Miranda sharply.
“I am not Spanish,” replied Anitoo stiffly. “I come from an ancient race that ruled here long before there were any Spaniards.”
“Well, Senor Anitoo—you say it is Anitoo?—that may be. You are Indian—Chibcha Indian, perhaps—and not Spanish, not Colombian. But what do you make in this cave?”
Anitoo smiled broadly.
“This is the home of my people for many centuries,” he said. “And now, suppose I ask you a question. What do you make in this cave?”