I will go with you to the door of Fairfax's room." Estada hesitated, as though afraid to further question his chief, yet finally, in spite of this fear, the query broke from his lips.
"And you, Senor--the girl ?" "What know you of any girl ?" "That there was one on the deck of the sloop--an English beauty.

It was when you turned to greet her that you gave me the signal.

I merely thought that perhaps--" "Then stop thinking," burst forth Sanchez enraged.

"Thinking has nothing to do with your work.

If there is a girl, I attend to her.