I will pay my respects to the lady, and there is no time like the present." He turned away, thumbing his moustache, quite pleased with his conceit, but one of the men stopped him with a question.
"We remain here, _senor_ ?" "Yes, you might as well," his lips smiling, "and if the Senor Cateras passes, you can tell him that I visit the fair American.

It will give him joy." The girl drew Cavendish back hurriedly, her mind working in a flash of inspiration.
"Quick," she breathed in his ear.

"There is a niche where we can hide a few yards back.

If he follows the other wall he might pass, and not notice." "But he goes to your cell; 'tis Pasqual Mendez." "I know, but come.

He must not go there.