"What does this mean?" he demanded, glaring at his daughter as he advanced a step or two into the room. "Locked doors at so early an hour?"
"Why, papa, dear, we heard the shouts and several revolver shots," said his daughter. "Was it not natural for two lone women to lock their door?"
"Humm!"
The Don glanced quickly about the room.
"Papa, what is the matter? What is the meaning of all this noise? Of those shots?" Rafaela anxiously inquired.
"Some man impersonating one of my lieutenants gained entrance," said the Don. "I believe him a government agent. He may have come to attempt my life."
"Oh, no, papa, dear," protested Rafaela, shocked. "Why, he—"
Frantic lest she might betray herself and him, Jack reached forward cautiously and tapped the tiny ankle dangling before him.
He was none too soon. Thus brought to a realization of her position, Rafaela checked the words.
"What's that?" asked her father. "What did you say?"