There are plenty such." "I want you to look Mother Scanlon up when you get back to New York," Nestor said.

He might have given some reason for the remark, only Jimmie and Frank awoke and called attention to signals on the mountain.
"I know that wig-wag game," the latter said.

"Keep still and I'll tell you what he says." Four pair of eyes were instantly fixed on the heights above, where a slender column of flame, like a torch on fire most of its length, was plainly to be seen.

It was not a stationary column, however, for it moved to right and left in an arc of ninety degrees, starting at vertical and swinging back of it.

At times the point was lowered, as if the column had been dipped to the ground in front.
"If he is talking United States instead of Spanish," Jimmie said, "I'll read it for you.