“That looks great, but you had better eat it,” he urged her.
“We did eat some in the cave,” she smiled.
“Sure?” he demanded.
“Sure—we each save something for you—and forget to give it,” Pedro told him contritely. “We are—the un-rich sports.”
“You’re all right,” Jim grinned and accepted the offering, which he ate as they hurried along. Although they felt somewhat confident that the men in the basin were occupied for the moment, they took no chances, and at last, after a wide detour, they saw the great stone a short distance away from them.
“You, my wife get to the machine. Arto and I will go around and look for enemies, please.”
“Good stunt,” Jim whispered.
“For danger, we will whistle softly. My wife knows the call.” Pedro put his hand on Jim’s arm. “To you we owe much, today, senor. Could you get my wife away—go—do not wait for us,” he pleaded.
“I’ll do my best to get you all away—”
“But if you cannot—do not wait. We have a little boy—he should not lose his mother, please.”