"Yes," said Jack; "Pepito and I will go to-morrow. How deep is the well, Juanita?"
"I don't know. It doesn't matter. Twelve feet means something. You will find out what, Jack. And then—"
"Then, Juanita, for England!"
CHAPTER XXXIV
Dead Men Tell no Tales
The Old Well—A Voice—Visions—Infimis
"It is locked, Señor."
Pepito had dismounted at the gate of the Casa Alvarez on the hillside.
"Shout, Pepito," replied Jack from the saddle of his mule. "Perhaps the old man will hear us from the house."
The gipsy put his hands to his mouth, and called shrilly. There was no answer, no sound save the hum of bees and the song of birds.