The braves on duty asked no questions, there was no reason why they should, and we passed through the village without meeting a soul.
So far, good.

The omens seemed favorable, and my hopes ran high.

We should get off without anybody knowing which way we had taken, and several hours before Senora de la Vega was likely to be missed.
But when we reached the rendezvous she was not there.

I whistled and called softly; nobody answered.
"She will be here presently, we must wait," I said to Gahra.
It was terribly annoying.

Every minute was precious.