“Miss Kingsborough!”
Her voice from the middle of the room answered faintly:
“Yes.”
“Margarita!” Hilary cried.
“She is tied to these uprights,” Sard said, as he pushed into the room. He could dimly see that she was there.
“All right, Miss Kingsborough,” he said, “we will soon have you out of here.”
“I’m here, Margarita,” Hilary said.
Sard reached back for his knife, which he had replaced at San Agostino. It was a small but very strong sheath-knife without a guard. Margarita spoke from her stake.
“Oh, be careful, Hilary! There are Indians here.”
“All right, dear,” Hilary said. “We’ve found you now. We won’t let the Indians hurt you.”