Time passed slowly.
It seemed as if an hour passed, and Barney ventured to remark:
“Begorra, it’s moighty quare where the black-eyed chap has gone anyway.”
“I jes’ finks if he don’ cum soon dat he ain’ gwine to,” declared Pomp.
“Well, it is a trifle odd,” remarked Frank. “If he don’t show up very soon we’ll try to ascertain why.”
Another half hour passed.
It was beginning to get quite dark in the gorge.
Still Senor Castrello failed to put in an appearance.
Frank was now out of patience.
“Enough of this!” he said, with a shrug of the shoulders. “We have got to find a good camping place.”