“And now let us go. We have wasted too much time already. They may already have gone. Though, if their automobile is still before the house, I shall feel fairly assured that they are still within.”
And concluding, Bob took young Juan by an arm and firing a piercing gaze upon the other’s flushed face, demanded:
“Will you do it?”
“Oh, yes, Senor.”
“Then, come, let us go.”
“But,” Juan frowned deprecatingly.
“But what?”
“The rescuers. If they come—”
“They will come by the Avenue of the Presidents. You must hail them and bring them here and summon me. Do you understand?”
“I understand, Senor.”