"But the anger of Helena! She will blast us with the passion that has come to her from that terrible captain. When she knows that I sent for you"
"Peace, peace, Doña Carlota. Who is going to tell her, but yourself?"
"She is so shrewd, she can see through a wall, Don Abrahan."
Don Abrahan laughed again, seeming in pleasant humor for one who had ridden so far from his bed. He pinched Doña Carlota's cheek, finding no trouble to get his fingers full.
"A wall is another thing," he said. Doña Carlota was not quick at a jest. She did not understand his mirth.
Roberto entered, a pistol at his belt; Simon, the teamster, stood in the beam of Doña Carlota's candle outside the door.
"Where is the Yankee dog?" Roberto demanded, harsh, disrespectful, his hat insolently on his head.
"Gently," Don Abrahan cautioned; "not so loud. Lead us to the room where he is hidden—the house is guarded at every door; he cannot escape."
"The house, the room?" Doña Carlota gasped in scandalized amazement. "Do you believe, Don Abrahan, that my niece would conceal a man in her house? Jesus save"
"Where, then?" Roberto demanded.
"I do not know, Don Roberto; but somewhere
