"Dizzy," said Cliffe. "But this is Rio Frio, isn't it? How did you get here?"
"You mustn't talk," she said firmly, and he saw that she had a glass in her hand. "Drink this and go to sleep again."
Cliffe did not mean to go to sleep, although he drained the glass because he was thirsty. There was much he wanted to know; but he found it difficult to talk, and Evelyn would not answer. After a futile effort to shake it off, he succumbed to the drowsiness that was overpowering him.
CHAPTER XXXIV
THE COMING DAWN
It was getting dark when Cliffe wakened. The windows were open, and a flickering red glow shone into the room. Footsteps and voices rose from the street below, as if the city were astir, but this did not interest him much. Evelyn was standing near, and a man whom he could not see well sat in the shadow.
"You must have something to tell me," Cliffe said to the girl. "We seem to be in safe quarters; but how did we get here?"
Evelyn knelt down beside his couch and put her hand on his hot forehead. It felt pleasantly cool, and Cliffe lay still with a sigh of satisfaction.
"Father Agustin brought you in here several hours ago," she explained; "but that was before I arrived. I was worried, but the doctor says we needn't be alarmed."
"That's a sure thing," Cliffe replied. "I'm feeling pretty well, but thirsty. What's the matter with me, anyhow?"