"They are surrounding the house," Henderson whispered, coming down from the wall.
"They will try to force Pablo to show them the place. Simon must have read in his face that we were here."
"They'll never be able to torture it out of him," Henderson said, "but his wife might tell, to save him."
"No, she is of a piece with Pablo. They might as well build a fire against the sycamore tree expecting to make it tell. There is time for us to go. What road shall we try—the pass to the west?"
"No. We'll be safest where we're least expected, Felipe. We'll take the king's road."
"Thank God for the night!" Felipe said.
