The startled men leaped up and peered into the moon-sprayed arroyo. Cindy rose to her feet and cupped a hand on each side of her mouth. She tuned her voice to the bull-roarer.
"I'm-m-m-m the spir-r-r-i-i-t!" she sobbed. "Gi-i-i-v-ve me my bod-d-d-y-y!"
All three men saw her at the same instant.
In the cave, Mindy heard and understood at once. She began to dance.
"Come, spirit!" she cried. "Come and get me! Come, spirit!"
"She here! She there too!" Tom LaMott yelled. "Weetch girl sure! Aaaaa-hhhh!"
With a shriek of mortal terror, Tom LaMott raced out of the cave and started scrambling up the far side of the arroyo. The other two men were only a split second behind him, and if there were horses waiting on the far side, there was no sound of galloping hoofs. Probably, after a fright such as this, horses were much too slow. Mindy came to the mouth of the cave and called, "Hi there!"
"H-h-hi," Cindy gasped.