"It shall be done as you wish," White Gazelle answered: "two persons will accompany you in lieu of one."
"How so?"
"Don Pablo de Zarate and myself intend to go with you," she continued, giving the young man a glance he understood.
"Then all is for the best," the gambusino said, "and we will start when you like."
"At once, at once," the two young people exclaimed.
"Our horses are not tired, and can easily cover that distance," Don Pablo remarked.
"Make haste, then, for moments are precious," said Bloodson, who burned to be alone.
"I only crave a few moments to saddle my horse."
"Go, we will wait for you here."
The gambusino went out. The three persons remained in silence, all equally perplexed about the casket, on which Bloodson had laid his hand as if afraid of having it torn from him again. Very shortly, a horse was heard galloping outside, and Garote put his head in at the door. "I am ready," he said.