"Although he will not own it, he evidently intends to carry me away in the yacht." Raquel smiled. "So much the better; it will be another honeymoon."
When Silencio left Raquel, he ran out to the patio. On the way thither he met old Guillermina with a tray on which was her mistress's coffee. Upon the table in the patio veranda—that used by the servants—a hasty meal was laid. Silencio broke a piece of cassava bread and drank the cup of coffee which was poured out for him, and as he drank he glanced upward. Andres was standing on the low roof, on the inner side of the chimney of stone which carried off the kitchen smoke. He turned and looked down at Don Gil.
"The Señor Escobeda approaches along the gran' camino, Señor."
Silencio set down his cup and ran up the escalera. He walked out to the edge of the roof, and shaded his eyes with his hand.
"Yes, Andres; it is true. And I see that he has some gentlemen with him." He turned and called down to the patio.
"Ask Guillermina if her mistress has had her coffee."
As he faced about a shot rang out. The bullet whistled near his head.
"Go down, Señor, for the love of God!" said Andres.
The company of horsemen were riding at a quick pace, and were now within hearing.