When all are together Don Estevan calls upon him to declare it, saying,
“I understand, Señor Vicente, you’ve thought of a way by which a messenger may yet elude the vigilance of their sentries, and get beyond them?”
“I have, your worship.”
“Please make it known.”
“Nothing more simple; and I only wonder at not having thought of it before. After all, that would have been useless, for only this day have I discovered the thing to be possible.”
“We long to hear what it is.”
“Well, then, señores, it’s but to give them the slip. Going out by the back door, while they are so carefully guarding the front. That can be done by our letting one down the cliff—two, if need be.”
“But where?”
“Where the carnero went over.”
“What! five hundred feet? Impossible! We have not rope enough to reach half the distance.”