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. _Adios, Senor._"
"Good night, Mr. Pesquiera. I reckon I"m in your debt quite a bit. Sorry we couldn"t agree about this little matter of what to do with the boys."
Manuel bowed again and withdrew from the room.
Inside of ten minutes Gordon was fast asleep.
CHAPTER XIX
VALENCIA ACCEPTS A RING
Manuel found Valencia pacing up and down the porch of the hotel in a fever of impatience. Instantly at sight of him she ran forward quickly.
"Where have you been? What have you done with Sebastian? Why did you leave without telling me about it?" she demanded.
"One question at a time, my cousin," he answered, smiling at her. "But let us walk while I tell you."
She fell into step beside him, moving with the strong, lissom tread that came from controlled and deliberate power.
"What is it you have to tell? If you were called away, why did you not leave a message for me?" she asked, a little imperiously.
"I wasn"t called away, Valencia. You were excited and angry. My opinion was that Sebastian would speak if the matter was put to him right. So I cut the rope that tied him and we ran away through the back door of the hotel."
Her dark eyes, proud and pa.s.sionate, began to smoulder. But the voice with which she answered him was silken smooth.
"I see. You pretended to be working with me--and then you betrayed me.
Is that it?"
"If you like," he said with a little shrug. "I backed my judgment against your impatience. And it turns out that I was right."
"How? What has happened? Where is Sebastian?"
"He is galloping toward the hills as fast as he can--at least I hope he is. What happened is that he told me where Gordon is hidden."
"Where?"
"At your house. When you were there to-day you must have pa.s.sed within twenty feet of him."
"But--do you mean that Pablo and Sebastian took him there?"
"Exactly. They did not foresee that you would come to town, Valencia."
He added, after a moment: "I have seen Mr. Gordon, talked with him, and released him. At this moment he is in your brother"s room, probably asleep."
All the sharpness had died out of the young woman"s voice when she turned to her cousin and spoke with a humility rare to her.
"Forgive me, Manuel. I always know best about everything. I drive ahead and must have my own way, even when it is not the wise one. You did just right to ignore me."
She laid her hand on his coat sleeve pleadingly, and he lifted it to his lips.
"_Nina_ ... the Queen can do no wrong. But I saw you were driving Sebastian to stubbornness. I tried to let him see we meant to be his friends if he would let us."
"Yes, you were right. Tell me everything, please." She paused just a moment before she said quietly: "But first, what about Mr. Gordon? He is ... uninjured?"
"Beaten and mauled and starved, but still of the gayest courage,"
answered the Spaniard with enthusiasm. "Did I not say that he was a hero? My cousin, I say it again. The fear of death is not in his heart."
He did not see the gleam in her dark eyes, the flush that beat into her dusky face. "Starved as well as beaten, Manuel?"
"They were trying to force him to give up his claim to the valley. But he--as I live the American is hard as Gibraltar."
"They dared to starve him--to torture him. I shall see that they are punished," she cried with the touch of feminine ferocity that is the heritage of the south.
"No need, Valencia," returned Pesquiera with a dry little laugh. "Mr.
Gordon has promised himself to attend to that."
He told her the story from first to last. Intently she listened, scarce breathing until he had finished.
Manuel had told the tale with scrupulous fairness, but already her sympathies were turning.
"And he wouldn"t agree not to prosecute?" she asked.
"No. It is his right to do so if he likes, Valencia."
She brushed this aside with an impatient wave of her hand. "Oh, his right! Doesn"t he owe something to us--to me--and especially to you?"
"No, he owes me nothing. What I did was done for you, and not for him,"
the Spaniard replied instantly.
"Then to me at least he is in debt. I shall ask him to drop the prosecution."
"He is what his people call straight. But he is hard--hard as jade."
They were walking along a dark lane unlighted save by the stars.
Valencia turned to him impetuously.
"Manuel, you are good. You do not like this man, but you save him because--because my heart is torn when my people do wrong. For me you take much trouble--you risk much. How can I thank you?"
"_Nina mia_, I am thanked if you are pleased. It is your love I seek, Heart of mine." He spoke tremulously, taking her hands in his.
For the beat of a heart she hesitated. "You have it. Have I not given my word that--after the American was saved----?"