"I will take care of him," she said in a tone that Santos could not mistake.

"No--Ramon, no.

After the revolution--perhaps--who shall say?
But now--to work!" It was with a sigh of relief that she sank to rest at last when he had gone.

For the moment she had won.
Piece by piece, Santos and she secretly carried out the goods that had already been collected at the Junta, during the next few days.

Without a word to a soul they were shipped south.