"Yes. I have come to tell you that I can save you. You may escape."
"Escape?"
"Yes. I know the way out."
"How does that happen?"
"Oh, I have been here before."
"You!—here?"
"Yes. When I was a child I was here. My father lived here. He had a plantation. But enough; I know the way out."
"But haven't you run too much risk in coming here?"
"I have run a risk," said Dolores, slowly, "but not—too—much."
"A risk?"