Blanca laughed.
"Do you think I would leave you to get into fresh difficulties? With a temperament like yours, you're not to be trusted alone."
"I handled Gomez pretty well," Walthew boasted.
"And you still wear the bandage he saw you with! Is it safe to take it off?"
"I'd forgotten it," he admitted.
He threw the bandage into the lane with some annoyance, for the girl seemed amused, but she made no remark until they reached a quiet street.
"Well," she said, "perhaps I can excuse you to the others, who haven't deserted us. But we turn down here and you had better go a few yards in front."
Following the directions she gave him, he presently crossed a square and entered a street where a dim light burned. A man stood near it in a careless pose, smoking a cigarette, and Walthew's heart beat fast as he saw him.
"Grahame!" he said; and the next moment he was shaking his comrade's hand.
"Got your note," said Grahame. "Thought I'd better wait here. Silva can't let us have the mules."