The Mexicans listened sullenly. But they knew that the matter was now
out of their hands. Since the arrival of Pesquiera it had become
manifestly impossible to hold their prisoner longer. They agreed to the
plan of the Spaniard reluctantly.
After Pablo and Sebastian had taken horse Pesquiera returned to the
prisoner.
"We will, if it pleases you, move upstairs, Mr. Gordon," he announced.
"To-night I must ask you to remain in the house with me to give those
poor fools a little start on their ride for freedom. We shall find
better beds upstairs no doubt."
"They're hitting the trail, are they?" Dick asked negligently as he
followed his guide.
"Yes. If you'll give me your parole till morning, Mr. Gordon, I shall be
able to return to Miss Valdes and let her know that all is well.
Otherwise I shall be obliged to sit up and see that you do not get
active in interfering with the ride of Pablo and his friend."
"I'll stay here till seven o'clock to-morrow morning. Is that late
enough? Then I'll see the sheriff and start things moving."
Pesquiera bowed in his grand, formal manner. "The terms satisfy. I wish
Mr. Gordon a very good night's sleep. This room formerly belonged to the
brother of Miss Valdes. It is curious, but she was here airing this room
only to-day. She did not know you were in the house at the time.
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