“Queer why that money don’t come,” he heard Vasco say, outside. “We’ll have to do something pretty soon.”
It was getting dark now, and Bob waited anxiously.
[CHAPTER XXVI.]
THE ESCAPE OF MAXIMINA.
Several hours passed. Bob was beginning to think Maximina had forgotten her promise, when he heard a soft footstep outside. Then came a gentle tapping at his door. It was unlocked from the outside, opened, and the Mexican girl stepped in.
“Hush!” she whispered. “We go now. All bad mans gone to feast—holiday. We go. Put on cloak.”
She gave Bob a long, dark serape, and produced one for herself. Little time was lost. Led by Maximina, Bob passed out into the dark corridor, down the stairs and through the courtyard, out of the house, under the silent stars that twinkled in the sky.
“This way!” whispered the girl. “We ride ponies. No one here, we take horses. Where you live?”