Finding he had not been answered, the howling ceased. I stood listening
eagerly to every sound from without. My comrades, who had now become
apprised of Lincoln's proximity, had risen to their feet and were
leaning against the walls.
We were about half an hour in this situation, without exchanging a word,
when a light tap was heard from without, and a soft voice whispered:
"_Hola, Capitan_!"
I placed my ear to the aperture. The whisper was repeated. It was not
Lincoln--that was clear.
It must be Narcisso.
"_Quien_?" I asked.
"_Yo, Capitan_."