Let that suffice.

Dios! am I chief here, or are you?
You have my orders, now obey them, and hold your tongue.

Bring the men up here." Without a word, evidently glad to escape thus easily, Estada vanished into the gloom, leaving behind only the vague figure of Sanchez pacing the sands, his lips muttering curses.

I dared not move, scarcely indeed to breathe, so closely did he skirt my covert.

To venture forth would mean certain discovery; nor could I hope to steal away through the bushes, where any twig might snap beneath my foot.