“Hurry up, or it’ll be dark,” Mrs. Blackwell called after them.
“She needn’t worry,” smiled Jo Ann. “We’ll step on it. We’ve got to go right past where we saw that snake yesterday.”
Florence’s brows drew together in a frown, but she replied determinedly, “I’m not going to let that stop me. We can watch more closely this time. I wasn’t paying as much attention as I should have yesterday.”
“Snake or no snake, I’m not going to drop this food down the mountain as I did my basket yesterday.”
Cautiously they made their way down the steep path. When they reached the base of the cliff and started around toward the cave, they heard the sound of voices.
“There’s the family,” exclaimed Jo Ann. “If we run we can catch up with them and won’t have to go all the way to the cave.”
They started off at a swift pace and soon reached the little procession.
Florence called to the mother, “Wait a minute. We’ve brought you some things to eat.” She and Jo Ann handed the packages to the mother and Carlitos.
The mother’s face broke into a wide smile. “Muchas gracias, señoritas,” she said as she took the packages.
The grandmother and the father also joined in thanking the girls.