"None but our word. We'll respect that, if you are willing to meet us half way. We are determined to have that money."
"Joaquin?"
It was a woman's voice that called.
Dick recognized it as the voice of Susana, and wondered what had brought her there.
"What are you doing here?" cried Captain Joaquin, in something of anger. "I thought I told you to remain at the house."
"Yes, but I could not do that, with you in danger. I had to come out and find you. Do not be angry with me; I could not help it. Besides, I was anxious about your treasure."
She had come out into sight, while speaking.
Deadwood Dick was peering over the edge of the ledge, at a point where a shadow protected him.
He saw the young woman cast a swift glance around, saw that she was nearly out of breath from evident haste, and that her face was flushed.
"What danger am I in?" was the angry demand.