The Voice of the Hunted As the sun was sinking below the horizon Ibarra stepped into Elias's banka at the shore of the lake.

The youth looked out of humor.
"Pardon me, sir," said Elias sadly, on seeing him, "that I have been so bold as to make this appointment.

I wanted to talk to you freely and so I chose this means, for here we won't have any listeners.

We can return within an hour." "You're wrong, friend," answered Ibarra with a forced smile.

"You'll have to take me to that town whose belfry we see from here.