“What’s the matter?” she asked as she drew a short skirt over head and fastened it rapidly about her waist.
“A whole lot’s the matter. Are there any travellers in the house?”
“The young man who was here a few days ago passed the night here.”
The unknown gentleman and the chief of the soldiers exchanged a look of understanding. El Mojoso entered his house, and La Temeraria followed behind him.
“Go and see if there is a horse in the stable,” said the sergeant to one of his men, “and if there is, bring it here.”
The soldier dismounted, went into the stable, and returned after a little, leading a horse by the bridle.
La Temeraria, who had heard the noise, intercepted the soldier.
“Where are you taking that horse?” she asked.
“The sergeant ordered me to bring him out.”
“What for?”