"My mistress is following me," he said.
Doña Concha, dressed in male clothing, came up at the full speed of her horse.
"Ah," she said, on joining them, "I trembled lest I should miss you."
"Are we to turn back Pedrito asked, with a fugitive gleam of hope."
"No, no; on the contrary; push on," Concha replied.
"Where are you going, señorita?"
"I am following you."
"What?" he said, fancying he misunderstood her.
"I guessed your plan, Mercedes, and mean to share its perils."
"That is fine, señorita!" Pedrito exclaimed.