That's all, lads; there's plenty of oil, and you can bring along some blankets with the evening meal." He stopped, standing alone in the narrow opening, the light of the lantern without bringing his face into bold relief.

The girl had sunk helplessly onto the bench, her head bowed within her hands.

The Mexican eyed her frowningly.
"Quite tamed already," he said sarcastically.

"Bah! I have done it to worse than you.

Look up at me." She lifted her eyes slowly, her lips pressed tightly together.