It don't look good, if anybody asks me! And if they--" "Man's come here," Rosa announced close behind him in a tense whisper.
"Walking." Johnny jumped and went on his toes to a spot where he could look through the foliage.
"Walking down," explained Rosa, and waved a skinny hand toward the hill behind them.
"Did you see him ?" "No, senor.

I'm seeing rocks falling where somebody walks down." There was nothing to do but wait.

Johnny pushed the girl toward the cabin and saw her scramble under the lowest branches and join the others unconcernedly, tagging the boy Josef, and, then running off into the open--where she could see the hillside--with Josef running after.
She did not seem to be watching the hill, while she was apparently absorbed in dodging Josef, but Johnny gathered from her gestures that the man was still coming and that he was making for the cabin.

He was wondering what she meant by suddenly sinking to the ground in shrill laughter, when he heard a step behind him.

He whirled, startled, his hand jerking back toward the gun he wore.
"I approve your watchfulness, but you happened to be watching in the wrong direction," said Cliff, brushing dirt from his hunting clothes.
"Well, they are getting warm, old man.