“You want go?” she asked, in a broken accent.
“You mean escape? Get away from here? Leave?” asked Bob, taking sudden hope.
“Um! Go ’way. Leave bad mans! Maximina help! You go?”
“Of course,” replied Bob. “But how are you going to manage it?”
“Wait till dark. Me come. You go, we go. Leave bad mans. Me no like it here. Bad mans whip Maximina.”
By which Bob understood that the girl would come when it got dark and help him to escape, accompanying him because she herself had been ill treated by the Mexicans.
“Be good boy! Me come. You glad!” she said, in a whisper.
Just then the sound of voices was heard outside the room, in the corridor.
“Hush! No tell!” cautioned the girl as she glided from the room.
Bob began to eat his supper. His heart was in a flutter of hope.