But, that was Deadwood Dick's way.
The day waned and night came on at last. Dick had been well fed, by the old negress, and he felt grateful toward her.
He had seen nothing more of the young woman, but had heard her singing at different times during the afternoon. He had no reason to look for any assistance from her.
In the evening she and Captain Joaquin sang together in the main room, and it was singing well worthy attention.
It caused Dick to sigh for a life so misspent.
Finally, after some time, the door of the room Dick was in opened, and a flood of light streamed in.
Captain Joaquin entered, and Susana came as far as the doorway, where she stood framed in the light, clad in a gown that made her appear beautiful in the soft radiance.
"I suppose you are still here, eh?" said the outlaw.
He could not see at once, coming out of the lighted room.
"You might be sure of that," said Dick. "I would remain, even were I free, to listen to your singing."