"Where is she?" asked Jack anxiously.
"We do not know, Señor. The boy Pepito was frantic; he said you would punish him for losing the lady, and he went away to find her. He has never come back."
"Did he say anything about Señor Priego—the man who was in Saragossa, you remember?"
"He said that Señor Priego was with the French who captured the Señorita, but no more."
"And you did not capture him at the house? It was he I was fighting in the olive-grove."
"Por Dios, Señor, if I had known that! When we found you lying on the ground we let a few minutes slip. We thought you were dead, Señor. Then we searched all around, but we could find no one. Was it the cursed afrancesado that wounded you, Señor?"
"No. It was someone who came behind my back; his servant, I have no doubt. He has twice attempted my life."
Antonio swore a hearty oath, and vowed a terrible vengeance should either Priego or his servant fall into his hands. Jack was much perturbed. He hoped that Juanita in escaping from the French had escaped also from Miguel, but the latter had much to gain by not letting her slip through his hands.
"There is one thing, Señor, yet to be told," added Antonio. "In the morning, when we were bringing away the prisoners, one of my men found this at the back of the house, lying on the grass."
He produced a leather pocket-book, which he handed to Jack.