Both girls uttered little gasps of fright.
That was the cry of a human being! The same thought struck them—could that be Carlitos?
Jo Ann leaned over and whispered excitedly in Florence’s ear, “That sounds like Carlitos’ voice. Do you think——?” She halted to listen to the wailing notes again. “I believe that is Carlitos! It’s a boy’s voice!”
“You’re right—it is. There probably wouldn’t be any other child up here in this wild place on a night like this.”
“Let’s slip up closer and see if we can tell whether it’s Carlitos. If it is, we’ve got to get him.”
“But that man! We couldn’t get Carlitos away from him without José to help us.”
Jo Ann caught Florence’s hand in hers. “Come on. Let’s slip on up closer and see if we can find out for sure if it’s Carlitos.”
Together they stealthily crept along the wall till they could see two figures crouched about a small fire on the floor of the cave.
Jo Ann squeezed Florence’s hand tightly to indicate to her that she had recognized Carlitos. Quickly Florence returned the pressure, then began pulling her backwards.
Jo Ann obediently turned, and silently the two girls retraced their steps out of hearing distance.