They stopped an hour after daybreak and breakfasted by the side of the car in a high country of wild flowers.

The sun was hidden from them by a barrier of hills.
"We shall strike an old mine-road in half an hour," said Jose Medina, "and make good going." They came into a district of grey, weathered rock, and, making a wide circuit all that day, crept towards nightfall down to the road between Aguilas and Cartagena; and once more the sea lay before them.
"We are a little early," said Medina.

"We will wait here until it is dark.

The carabineros are not at all well disposed to me, and there are a number of them patrolling the road." They were above the road and hidden from it by a hedge of thick bushes.
Between the leaves Hillyard could see a large felucca moving westwards some miles from the shore and a long way off on the road below two tiny specks.

The specks grew larger and became two men on horses.