At this allusion to Don Pablo's death, the squatter stifled a cry of anger, and clenched his fists.
"Good!" he said; "If I do not always kill, I know how to take my revenge. Where is Doña Clara, at this moment?"
"In a house no great distance from here," Nathan answered.
"Have you seen her?" the squatter asked.
"No; but I followed Don Pablo and the missionary to that house, which they entered, and as they were ignorant that I was close to them, their conversation left me no doubt as to the whereabouts of the girl."
An ill-omened smile momentarily lit up the old bandit's features.
"Good!" he said; "as the dove is in her nest, we shall be able to find her. What o'clock is it?"
"Three in the morning," Andrés interjected. "Day will soon break."
"We must make haste, then. Follow me, all of you." Then he added, "But what has become of Shaw? Does anyone of you know?"
"You will probably find him at the door of Doña Clara's house," Nathan said, in a hollow voice.