It is the carriage that has wheels made of little sticks, that chatters much when it moves.

Americanos are coming, Senors." "Americanos!" Dade glanced quickly at Jack, mutely questioning.

"I wonder if--" He gave Surry a hasty, farewell slap on the shoulder and went out into the sunshine and the clamor of voices and laughter, with the creaking of carts threaded through it all.

The faint, unmistakable rattle of a wagon driven rapidly, came towards them.

While they stood listening, came also a confused jumble of voices emitting sounds which the two guessed were intended for a song.