em.
Hanley's voice rattled my ear-grid. "Phil! Get away from there! Look! De
Boer is searching!"
* * * * *
De Boer had, a moment before, spoken quietly aside to Gutierrez. And now
three or four of the men were spreading out, poking about with small
hand-flashes. Searching for me! The possibility that I might be here,
eavesdropping!
Hanley repeated vehemently, "Phil, they'll find you! Get out of there:
the way is still open!"
Gutierrez was approaching the archway. But I lingered a moment longer.
"Chief, you heard about that girl, Jetta, Spawn's daughter--"
I stopped. Perona was saying, "Spawn, was Jetta still in her room? You
did not untie her?"
"No."
"And gagged? Suppose the Americano was back there now? She might call to
him, and he would release her--"
De Boer: "How do you know he is not around here? Listening?"
With the assumption that I might be within hearing, De Boer tried to
trap me. Gutierrez, at a signal now, suddenly dashed through the archway
and planted himself on the path outside. The other searchers spread
their rays; the rocks all about me were lighted. But my niche was still
untouched.
De Boer: "If he is around here--"
Perona: "He could not have followed me; I was too careful."
I was murmuring: "Chief, they've got that girl."
"Phil, you get away! Go to Markes. Stay with him."
"But Chief, that Jetta, I--"
"Keep out of this! You're only one; you can't help any! I've sent for
the Porto Rican patrol ship to handle this."
"Chief, I'm going back to Spawn's."
"No--"
I cut off abruptly. In another moment I would have been discovered. The
searchers were headed directly for me.
* * * * *
I moved, crouching, back along the inner wall of the archway. The moon
was momentarily behind a cloud. It was black under the arch; and out
front it was so dim I could only see the faint blob of Gutierrez's
standing figure, and the spot of his flashlight.
Perona: "He is not around here, De Boer. That is foolish."
Spawn: "He could have gone anywhere. Maybe a walk around the village."
Perona: "Go back home, Spawn. De Boer will come--"
Their voices faded as I moved away. A searching bandit behind me poked
with his light into the crevice where a moment before I had been
crouching. I moved faster. Only Gutierrez now was in front of me. He was
at the far end of the arch. I could slip past, and still be fifty feet
from
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