After the first surge of panic, he quieted his own fears. Placing a hand on Old Miquel’s arm, he said:
“Take it easy. You’re all right. Just lie still until help comes.”
Dan scarcely expected the old man to understand. Therefore, it came as a surprise when Old Miquel answered in plain though halting English.
“Where—am—I?”
“Why, in the cave,” Dan returned.
“Cave?” Old Miquel’s gaze began to wander about the moss-covered walls as he sought to regain his bearings.
“Don’t you remember what happened here?”
The old Indian shook his head, continuing to stare at Dan.
“Who are you?” he presently managed.
“Dan Carter. I’m a Cub Scout. Don’t you remember coming to this cave?”