"I knew he would come if it was possible," Evelyn answered.
Blanca looked her in the face with a smile of understanding, and Evelyn saw that her suspicions had been unfounded. Grahame was nothing to the girl.
"My father must know this at once!" she said, and hurried away.
Don Martin came back with her and questioned Evelyn, and then he stood thoughtfully silent for some moments.
"It is fortunate I heard this news," he said. "Your message may be intercepted, and we must try to warn Grahame that you are in our hands." He gave Evelyn a steady look. "I believe he will be satisfied with that."
"You can tell him that I feel safe," Evelyn answered.
Don Martin left her with a bow, and shortly afterward they heard somebody riding hard along the edge of the ravine. When the beat of hoofs died away Blanca touched Evelyn's arm.
"There will be some supper after a while, but let us walk a little way up the path."
They went out into the dark, passing slowly between shadowy rows of bushes which Evelyn thought were young coffee plants. She waited, believing that her companion meant to take her into her confidence.
"You were rash in sending for Mr. Grahame," Blanca began. "We must hope our messenger arrives in time to stop him, but for all that——"