Nothing has any fascination for me now except excitement, money--" He gently leaned over and recovered the hand that she had withdrawn.
Quickly he raised it to his lips as he had done that first night.
"You are mine," he whispered, "not his." She did not withdraw the hand this time.
"No--not his--nobody's." For a moment the adventurers understood each other.
"Not his," he muttered fiercely as he threw his arms about her wildly, passionately.
"Nobody's," she panted as she gave one answering caress, then struggled from him.
She had conquered not only Ramon Santos but Constance Dunlap.
Early the next morning he was speeding southward over the clicking rails.
Every energy must be bent toward keeping the new scheme secret until it was carried out successfully.

Not a hint must get to Drummond that there was any change in the activities of the Junta.

As for the Junta itself, there was no one of those who believed implicitly in Santos whom Constance need fear, except Gordon.

Gordon was the bete noire.
Two days passed and she was able to guard the secret, as well as to act as though nothing had happened.

Santos had left a short note for the Junta telling them that he would be away for a short time putting the finishing touches on the purchase of the arms.