“No! …” Hugh shouted against the tumult. “He hasn’t been there at all! We might try this other place though!” “On the road!” Beyond the El Petate their path veered to the right past a dog-kennel to which an anteater nuzzling the black earth was chained. Hugh took Yvonne’s arm. “See the anteater? Do you remember the armadillo?” “I haven’t forgotten, anything!
