“Yes, and we’d better start at once while the coast seems to be clear.”
The girl clapped her hands and started for the timber.
“Do you want this?” asked Dick, lifting the bundle from beside the water jar.
“No, it’s only food—my dinner that Pedro brought me. You have plenty on the submarine, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” Bob laughed.
“Then hang that to a tree branch for Pedro. Probably he robbed himself to help me. He’ll come back and get it.”
Dick twisted the knots of the handkerchief into the end of a branch and they all started hurriedly back toward the path.
The difficulties of the way made it necessary for them to travel in single file. Bob went ahead, Ysabel followed him, and Dick brought up the rear.
In ten minutes they were back in the path and hurrying swiftly in the direction of the Purgatoire. But ill luck was still following them, like an evil specter. They had not gone far along the course before a rebel soldier sprang from the timber into the path at Bob’s side.