She seated herself in the chair indicated by Mr. Britton and proceeded at once to the object of her visit.
"Señor, you told me when I last saw you that my secret would one day come out. You were right; it has. It is my secret no longer and José Martinez fears me no longer. You have been kind to me. You saved his life once; you fed me when I was hungry and asked no return. I will show you I do not forget. Señor, there is twenty-five thousand dollars reward for that man. The officers will never find him; but I will take you to him, the reward is then yours, and justice overtakes José Martinez, as you said it would. Do you accept?"
"Do you know where he is?" Mr. Britton queried, somewhat surprised by the woman's proposition.
"Yes, Señor; I have just come from there."
"He is in the Pocket, is he not?"
"Yes, Señor, but neither you nor your men could find the Pocket without a guide. I know it well; I have lived there."
"What is your proposition?" Mr. Britton inquired, after a brief silence; "how do you propose to do this?"
"I will start to-morrow for the Pocket. You come with me and bring the dogs. I will take you to a cabin where you can stay over night while I go on alone to the Pocket to see that all is right. I will leave you my veil for a scent. The next morning you will
set the dogs on my trail and follow them till you come to a certain place I will tell you of. From there you will see me; I will watch for you and give you the signal that all is right. The dogs will bring you to the Pocket in half an hour. The rest will be easy work, Señor, I promise you."
"But isn't the place constantly guarded?"