"Cannot Guillermina pack my bag?"
"No, not even Guillermina may pack your bag. When it is ready, set it just inside your door. If you do not need it, so much the better. You may open your windows toward the sea, but not those that look toward Troja."
Silencio flung wide the heavy shutter as he spoke. Raquel glanced out to sea.
"Oh, Gil! where is the Coco?"
"I wish I knew. She should be here."
"Are we to go on board, Gil?"
"Unfortunately, even should she arrive now, she is a half-hour too late. Now hasten, I will give you fifteen minutes, no more."
"We might have gone out in the boat, Gil. Oh! why did you not call me?"
Silencio pointed along the path to the right. Some of Escobeda's men, armed with machetes and shotguns, stood just at the edge of the forest, where at any moment they could seek protection behind the trees. They looked like ghosts in the early dawn.