They crossed to the clump of bushes of which Antonio had spoken.
"You stop outside, señor; it is of no use two of us making our way into the tangle."
As he parted the bushes before entering, a slight sound was heard.
"Good! there is someone here," he muttered; and then, making his way a few paces forward, he uttered Sancho's name. There was no reply, and he repeated it in a louder tone. At once there was a low reply: "Here am I. Is it you, Tonio?"
"Yes; I have come to look for you. I thought you would have made a bee-line here as soon as you heard the red-skins."
"You were right, and there are two peons here. We were just going to start to make our way down to the river. Are you alone?"
"I have the young señor with me."
"That is good. I was afraid that we had all been wiped out."
In a couple of minutes the four men emerged from the bushes.
"I am glad to see that you are safe, Sancho," Will said warmly. "Now can you tell me what has happened?"