The man wrung his hands with a gesture of unutterable anguish.
"Oh, his appeal—I can hear it now! He begged me to save him, or to give him poison that he might kill himself!"
"Where is he now?"
"In a cave."
"Where is the cave?"
"That I cannot tell, for I was blindfolded all the time, except while in the cave where my boy is kept."
"It is near Mendoza?"
"It must be within fifty miles of here."
"Perhaps it is nearer?"
"Possibly."