He sped, shouting, over the rocks in the direction from which the cries seemed to come.

He stopped now and then to listen.
Yes, it was a human voice that cried for help.

It was not the gulls.
"Adonde ?" (Where ?) "Adonde ?" shouted Timoteo, forgetting his English in his excitement.
The answering shouts grew more distinct.

Timoteo climbed over the wet rocks till he found himself near a place where the sounds seemed to come from between two rocks.

Timoteo saw a boy reach up part way between the two rocks.