"Then it's settled," said Matt definitely; "we're going to take you with us when we go."
"When are you going?" asked the girl.
"Just as soon as we can find out what has become of the rest of our party and do something to help them."
"The rest of your party? Who are they?"
Thereupon Matt began to tell the girl about Jordan, Speake and Tirzal, how they had come ashore to reconnoitre and had not returned. Barely had he finished when a low whistle, like a signal, floated out of the depths of the wood. Matt and Dick jumped and clutched their revolvers.
"It's Pedro!" whispered the girl. "You have nothing to fear from him, but he mustn't see you. Hide—over there, behind those bushes—and wait till he goes away."
Matt and Dick hurried in the direction of the girl's pointing finger. They had no sooner got safely out of sight than Pedro came running breathlessly into the little clearing.
[CHAPTER XI.]
ONE CHANCE IN TEN.