"Yes, although we might have some trouble in doing so."
Then another long interval of silence came upon the little party, during which each one listened intently for the slightest sound which might betoken a visitor.
Finally Jake fell asleep, and so loud was his snoring that it seemed as if he must be heard from the street, therefore the boys pinched him when there was too great a volume of sound, and at the same time wished they could enjoy the same happy unconsciousness of the situation.
Cummings alternately paced to and fro, and stood by the narrow aperture overlooking the street, until nightfall, when the citizens walked up and down singing or chatting.
It was as if every one was perfectly happy, and this condition of affairs caused Cummings to feel less despondent.
"Look," he said to Neal and Teddy, "if Poyor had been discovered the people would show some signs of excitement. We have no reason to fear yet awhile."
The argument was certainly a good one, and the boys' courage revived wonderfully. They made a reasonably hearty supper of tortillas, and when the promenaders began to disappear, thus telling that the hour for retiring was near at hand, Cummings went downstairs and unbolted the door.
Now every second appeared like a minute, and when it seemed as if the night must be well nigh spent a slight sound was heard from below.
Jake would have rushed to the stair-case to welcome the Indian; but Cummings restrained him. It was not certain who the visitor might be, and with bated breath all listened until a low voice said:
"It is Poyor."