“George or William must be there.”
“Right, then; between us we’ll fix it. I say, this is exciting. You are a brick to come to me for this.”
“If you knew what I think of you for taking it as you do.”
“I suppose,” Hi said, “I suppose there’s no means of telegraphing from Anselmo to Don Manuel.”
“None. We’ve no telegraphs here, except along the railways, and no railway at all across the central provinces. You’ll have to ride.”
“No means of telegraphing to anyone, in code, or something of that sort? It would save so much time.”
“The telegraphs are all under censorship, no message would be sent. There’s no telegraph within seventy miles of Encinitas, anyway.”
“It’ll be a long ride,” Hi said. “I wish I were more in trim for a long ride. It will take three days.”
“Oh, Hi.”
“I might do it in two, with luck.”