"It makes sense," Rick agreed. "So you don't think we're in any great danger from Guevara?"
"No. If you had been at the hotel, he would have kept you there, I think. But you were not, so we must see if he is prepared to follow you. My own opinion is that he wants to be let alone to mine diamonds, while he has time. It does not take an invasion of Calor to do this."
"What do you want us to do?" Scotty asked.
"Simply take a ride to the hotel, or as far as you can go. See what the situation really is. If I, or my men, should try this it would surely mean shooting. But you are extranjeros,—foreigners. You can get away with it."
"You hope," Rick said.
Montoya's teeth flashed in the first smile they had seen on his face. "Indeed," he agreed. "I hope."
CHAPTER XIV
Night Patrol
The jeep rolled out of Calor on the highway back to the Hot Springs Hotel. Scotty drove, while Rick relaxed in the seat beside him. They had taken time for a sandwich and coffee, because they were not sure when they might eat again.