Just then the voices were heard again and the boys stopped rowing.
"There they are again!" muttered Percival. "We may have trouble, Jack."
The voices were very loud and the language used was not of the choicest, although, being in Spanish, it was not as offensive as it would have been in English, the boys not understanding much of what was said.
"Are they quarreling, do you suppose?" asked Percival.
"No, I don't think so," and Jack suddenly laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" asked Percival, somewhat impatiently.
"Listen a minute, Dick," said Jack.
The voices had ceased, but presently they were heard again, closer than before, and then a big, gorgeously feathered parrot flew out of a clump of trees not ten feet from shore.
"There are your quarrelsome Spaniards, Dick," laughed Jack, as another parrot joined the first.
"Well, I declare!" laughed Dick. "Are you sure, Jack?"