“Do you not think it would be better for one of you to go to them? The matter should be managed privately. If they make their appearance here, and hold an interview with either of you, your business with them will be suspected, and perchance get known to him. If it should reach his ears that these fellows are after him, their chances of taking him would be greatly diminished.”
“You are right, father,” said Roblado. “How can we communicate with these fellows privately?”
“Nothing easier than that, capitan. Go to their house—I should rather say to their hut—for they live in a sort of hovel by the rocks. The place is altogether out of the common track. No one will be likely to see you on your visit. You must pass through a narrow road in the chapparal; but I shall send you a guide who knows the spot, and he will conduct you. I think it like enough the fellows will be expecting you, as I hinted to them to stay at home—that possibly they might be wanted. No doubt you’ll find them there at this moment.”
“When can you send up the guide?”
“He is here now—my own attendant will do. He is below in the court—you need lose no time.”
“No. Roblado,” added the Comandante, “your horse is ready—you cannot do better than go at once.”
“Then go I shall: your guide, padré?”
“Esteban! Hola! Esteban!” cried the padré, leaning over the wall.
“Aqui, Señor,” answered a voice.
“Sube! sube! anda!” (Come up quickly.)