Again Agueda felt the flush arise which had made her uncomfortable in the morning.
"I have never been this way," said Agueda, who was following Aneta's directions. "I was there this morning, but I rode down the gran' camino."
"You went there?"
"Yes; to carry a note."
"To the Señor?"
"Am I going right, Aneta?"
"Yes," said the easily diverted Aneta. "Follow the little path. They live on the river bank below the hill." In a few moments a thatched roof began to show through the trees.
"There it is," said Aneta; "there is Andres' rancho."
When they arrived at the rancho they found that the door was closed. Agueda rapped with her whip. "They are all away, I think," said she.