"Good idea!" cried Dick; "we'll do it! Come on, fellows! Come on, Senor Alantrez!"
Forward they went, climbing the rough, high land in the centre of the island. It was no easy task to mount to the summit, and, when they were near it, Dick, who was in the lead, called:
"Quiet, everybody! I hear some one coming!" There was a sound of crackling underbrush, and of tree branches pushed to one side.
"Maybe it's an animal," suggested Paul. "I brought one of your rifles, Dick."
"Good! Have it in readiness, though it walks more like a person than an animal."
The sounds suddenly ceased.
"Maybe it's some of the kidnappers," came from Beeby. "If I get a chance I'll snapshot 'em, and we can use the pictures for evidence. I——"
Beeby didn't have a chance to finish. A moment later there was a sudden cry of joy, and a figure burst through the fringe of underbrush. Right toward Senor Alantrez it sprang, and Paul, who had half-raised the rifle, lowered it, for he saw that the figure was that of a youth.
"Padre! Padre!" shouted the lad, and then in rapid Spanish he greeted his father.