* * * * *
He paused shamefacedly. A second girl, he saw, was running toward
them from up the canyon. Her bare legs flashed like ivory. She was
barefooted, and she had black hair. A green cloth was wrapped around
her sarong fashion. She bounced to a stop in front of Jonathan, her
brown eyes wide in surprise. He thought her sarong had been a table
cloth at one time in its history.
"A man!" she breathed. "By Jupiter and all its little moons, it's a
man!"
"Don't let him get away!" cried Ann.
"Hilda!" the brunette shrieked. "A man! It's a man!"
A third girl skidded around the bend in the canyon. Jonathan backed off
warily.