There was a whistle at the end of the street, answered by another a long way off, at the other end of the Darsena quay,... and the cavalcade started.
Dick made as if to follow, but Natividad held him back.
“Wait, and listen! We must know which way they are going!”
II
H unched forward, he listened, then turned to his companion.
“The Chorillos road. Unless I am much mistaken, they are following the motor.”
“Come on; we must get after them! Where can we get horses?”
“Follow me. We can do better than that. We have the telephone and the railway.” And once again he took up his litany:—“The Red Ponchos! The Red Ponchos!”