They had begun to cross the valley once more, and were making for the base of the forest fronting them, when Freddy suddenly pointed upwards, exclaiming:
“Look, mother, look, father! What are those figures high up the mountain side? Are they more Traucos, do you think?”
“No,” cried Topsie in a glad voice. “Look up, Aniwee! What I told you is true indeed. See, it is no dream.”
The young Queen looked in the direction pointed. She, in common with the rest, could see two figures on the skyline waving and making signals to them. Then a bright look came into her eyes, and she laughed aloud for very joy.
“It is Piñone,” she cried in an ecstasy of happiness. “The white Cacique said truly, and it is no dream. Piñone, love of Aniwee’s heart, thou art not dead; Aniwee will clasp thee again.”
She sprung forward, fleet of foot, and reached the forest belt, into which she plunged. Then she commenced to work her way upwards through the thick undergrowth, the others following in her wake. Thus she struggled forward amidst numerous difficulties, but reward came at last. As she neared the summit of the forest-clothed mountain a tall handsome Indian rushed forward to meet her. In another moment Aniwee was locked in Piñone’s arms.
CHAPTER XIII.
