It was a thrilling moment, and Clif was trembling with eagerness. One by one he watched the men crawl out of the low window and gather in the shelter of the building.
And a moment later he himself dropped down; the instant he struck the ground he started forward.
"To the woods!" he whispered. "And not a sound, for your lives."
And the men sprang softly forward, not even pausing to glance over their shoulders to see if they were discovered.
Clif fancied at that instant that he was safe. The building was between him and the Spaniards.
But he did not know that at that moment Ignacio had observed a footprint in the damp ground that made him aware that they had gone into the building; he rushed around to the other side just in time to see a blue uniform vanish in the thicket.
The next moment a wild yell came from his throat.
"Mira!" he shrieked. "Forward! Here they are now!"