“Señor—”
“How is this?”
“Diego! Zorro, I mean!”
“That is much better.”
“And then you will climb above and take heed for yourself?”
“With a kiss for incentive, I could climb to the summit of the world and reach for heaven!” Señor Zorro declared.
She blushed and then inclined her head. He bent forward, and their lips met in the porthole.
“Go!” she said then. “Go, Zorro, and may the saints guard you!”
“My arm is strengthened,” he declared. “And your wishes are to be obeyed. Señorita, adios!”
An instant their eyes met, and then he was gone, climbing up the line hand over hand through the darkness. Señorita Lolita tried to watch him, but could not. And so she hurried back to the bunk and curled up on it again, holding one hand to her flaming cheek, moistening with her tongue the lips that the lips of Señor Zorro had pressed.