Still only echoes--mingling with the cries of a _caracara_ eagle, that
soared scared-like into the air.
Again I put forth my voice--calling the robber by his name, and
summoning him to listen to our proposal.
But there was no answer--not even a responding exclamation!
Outside the hut there was heard the hoarse roaring of the torrent, that
rose continuously from below--above, the _caracara_ still repeating its
shrill screech; but inside there was only silence--ominous, deathlike,
appalling!