CHAPTER IV THE CAVE FAMILY DISAPPEARS
Jo Ann pointed to the rugged arched opening before her. "Look! Thedonkey's gone and there's no sign of anyone. I don't believe thatfamily's here now."
Quickly all three girls walked on to the cave and stood staring inside.With the rays of the morning sun shining directly on the entrance, theycould easily see into the farthest corners.
"There's not a soul here!" finally ejaculated Jo Ann. "They're gone--bagand baggage."
"But it's strange they'd leave so suddenly," put in Florence. "Theymust've left before daylight."
Peggy stepped inside the cave and kicked the pile of ashes with her foot."There hasn't been a fire here for hours--these ashes are as cold ascharity."
Jo Ann sighed as she set the basket down on the floor. "Those poor littlechildren won't get any of this food, after all. Isn't that a shame?" Sheturned to Florence. "Do you suppose our coming here yesterday hadanything to do with their leaving so suddenly?"
Florence shook her head. "No, I hardly think so. Now and then an Indianfamily spends the night here when they're on their way farther up themountain."
"If they intended to leave so early, then why were those two boysgathering wood yesterday? They couldn't have burned all of it in such ashort time."
Florence shook her head. "I don't know."
"Maybe I was right, after all, about the blue-eyed boy having beenkidnaped," put in Peggy.
Silently the three girls stared around the cave, each busy with her ownthoughts.
A few minutes later Jo Ann reached down and picked up the basket. "Comeon, let's see if we can find which way they went. They couldn't've gotvery far with the old grandmother and all those little children. Maybe wecan overtake them and give them these things--then they'll know we wantto be friends."
In the damp earth of the narrow path they could see distinctly the printsof bare feet and the small half-moons made by the donkey. They easilyfollowed the trail till they came to the rocky cart road up which theyhad ridden the day before.
Here Jo Ann and Peggy dropped to their knees and began examining thetracks in the dust.
"Now which way do you suppose they went?" queried Jo Ann. "These trackscould have been made here yesterday by our donkeys and the peon driver."
"The tracks seem to go in both directions, and they're so indistinct it'dbe impossible to follow a trail. You might as well give up, Jo."
Florence smiled over at Jo Ann. "I believe the blue-eyed Mexican boy isone mystery you won't be able to solve. You'll have to use your detectiveability in finding out what became of our milk and butter." She hesitateda moment, then continued thoughtfully, "If those people followed thisroad up the mountain they'd pass within about fifty feet of our box atthe spring."
Peggy's eyes widened. "Oh, do you suppose they really did get our things,then?"
Jo Ann jumped quickly to her feet. "Well, since they're gone, I hope theydid get them. Those little children need the milk and butter much morethan we do--only I hate to think of their having stolen them." Sheglanced down at the basket. "I wish we could have given them thisfood--they need it so badly. I wanted to see that boy again, too."
"It won't do any good to stand here in the sun talking about it,"Florence called over to Peggy and Jo Ann. "Come on. Let's drop the wholebusiness and go home--it's almost time to start getting dinner, anyway."
"Maybe Mrs. Blackwell can help us explain the mystery of their suddendeparture," Jo Ann remarked as she picked up the basket and started offbehind Florence, while Peggy brought up the rear.
The three disappointed girls began slowly climbing in single file up thesteep, narrow, winding path to the camp. Bending forward like saplingsblown by the wind, they trudged silently up the trail, Jo Ann carryingthe basket on first one arm, then the other.
When they were within a short distance of the top of the cliff Florencesuddenly leaped backward, gasping, "Ugh! A snake!"
She bumped against Jo Ann with such force that the basket was knockedfrom her hands and rolled clattering down the mountain side. Unmindful ofthe basket, Florence kept pushing Jo Ann down the narrow trail.
The next moment Jo Ann stumbled and half fell against Peggy.Simultaneously a terrified shriek rent the air. Jo Ann wheeled about intime to see Peggy swaying dangerously over the outer edge of the cliff.
With eyes dilated with horror she saw her clutch wildly at a stunted treegrowing out of the rocky ledge. The next instant Jo Ann reached out tograb Peggy. Her fingers touched her skirt, but before she could grasp it,the tree suddenly swayed outward over the cliff under Peggy's weight.
Involuntarily Jo Ann shut her eyes tightly. "Oh, Peg'll be killed!" shethought frantically.
The snapping of branches and the crashing of rocks down the mountain sidecame to her ears. Was Peg falling--falling----
She forced her eyelids open. Thank goodness! Peg was alive! Hanging tothe tree. But oh, that awful abyss she was hanging over! She must helpher out of that terrible plight if humanly possible. The tree might pullout by the roots at any moment.
"Hold on, Peg!" she cried. "We'll help you!"
To Jo Ann's great joy, Peggy began cautiously inching her way along thebent tree trunk.
"Just a little nearer and I can reach you," encouraged Jo Ann. She calledover to Florence. "Grab hold of me and steady me while I pull Peg."
Years--ages passed, it seemed to Jo Ann, as she leaned forward withoutstretched hands. The instant Peggy's feet barely touched the rockyledge she reached down and pulled her safely over the edge.
With tears rolling down her cheeks, Florence threw her arms about Peggy."Oh, Peg, you might've been killed! And it was all my fault!"
"Well--I--wasn't--killed." Peggy took a step backward and leaned againstthe bank for support. "I--feel--shaky, though."
"No wonder," agreed Jo Ann. "I'm wobbly-kneed, too."
"What--in the world--got into you girls--to push that way?"
"I saw a snake--a huge snake, right across our path, and I almost steppedon it," answered Florence. She cupped her hands to make a circle. "He wasthat big around. He was so long I couldn't see either his head or histail."
Peggy uttered a little gasp of surprise.
"You're imagining things, Florence," put in the practical Jo Ann. "Youknow perfectly well there're no snakes that big--except boa constrictorsin the jungles."
"But he was huge. I wouldn't have been so frightened by a smaller one.I've never seen one this large here before. He must be at least eight orten feet long."
A little twinkle entered Peggy's eyes. "You girls ought to be even now.Jo insists a Mexican boy has blue eyes, and you insist you saw a huge boaconstrictor right in sight of the house."
"If that snake's still there--and I imagine it is--I'll prove to you thatI'm right."
Both Peggy and Jo Ann drew back slightly, and Peggy spoke up. "I, forone, am not going back up this trail with any kind of snake--big orlittle--waiting for me."
"How're we ever going to get to the house, then?" asked Jo Ann. "Will wehave to go back down to the cart road and walk all the way around themountain? Why, that's miles, and in this hot sun!"
"I think I know a place where we can manage to climb up the cliff,"Florence told them. "How about it? Want to try it?"
"Sure," replied Jo Ann. "'Most anything'd be better than walking milesout of the way when the house is only a few hundred yards from here."
Florence led the way back down the trail a short distance, then beganclimbing the sheer surface of the cliff. By sticking their toes in thecrevices of the rock and catching hold of the scraggly shrubs growing inthe cracks, all three finally reached the top of the cliff.
After they had walked along the ledge for a short distance, Florenceremarked, "I think we ought to be able to see the snake from here--ifit's still there."
Cautiously she pulled the bushes aside and peered down on the path.
"Ugh! There he is--right in the same place!"
r /> Peggy and Jo Ann leaned over to look.
"See that big black thing that looks like a log?"
Jo Ann gasped, "Gosh! What a snake!"
"That's the biggest one I ever saw, except in a zoo," declared Peggy,wide-eyed.
Florence pointed to the snake. "See those bumps in him. He's probably hadsome squirrels or rabbits for his dinner and is lying there in the sundigesting them."
"I didn't dream there were such snakes around here," Jo Ann added.
Before they started for the house, all three girls picked up stones andpitched them down at the snake. When one of the stones struck him, thehuge reptile slowly disappeared over the edge of the path.
"It's a good thing you saw it in time," said Jo Ann. "I'd hate to havethat terrible thing get after me in a place like that, where I couldn'trun."
As they hastened across the mesa to the house, Florence remarked, "Maybewe'd better not tell Mother how big that snake was--she'll worry everytime we're out of sight, if we do."
"All right," Jo Ann and Peggy agreed.