Blodget made no reply, but led the way into the street, followed by Kay.
In a few minutes they had left the city behind them, and could hear the hoarse roar of the sea as its waves, after chasing one another over the wild expanse of the Pacific ocean, broke upon the shell strewn beach, and the sighing of the night wind among the bushes. The moon was sinking, and the shadows prevailed over the lights, but it was principally the land which lay in shade, while the ocean spread out like an illimitable sheet of silver.
After crossing the hills which surmount the city the two men gave a loud shrill whistle which in a few moments brought three more desperadoes to assist them in their scheme. This was no other than an attack upon the mansion of Senor de Castro with the intention of making themselves masters of the money and plate to be found on the premises, and for another purpose which will appear in the course of the narrative.
When the five robbers arrived in the vicinity of the house Blodget proceeded towards it, for the purpose of carrying their plot into execution, while the rest of the party lay closely concealed ready to hasten to the assistance of their associate the moment such service should be required.
‘Yes, there is the window; I wonder, now, if she will look out to night?’ said Blodget to himself as he cautiously drew near the house.
Blodget took a good look at the window and then slowly glided away under the shadow of a wall.
With great tact, Blodget as he did so glided along, kept the little window with the balcony in sight.
Now, the little window of the room in which Inez resided, was not very far from the ground.
That is to say, at all events, the lower portion of its balcony certainly was not above twelve feet from the green sward actually below it.
The idea struck Blodget, then, that through that window he must get, and through it again he must make his way out with his captive.