“Why something very simple. Tonight Pacheco and I shall probably leave here. You must come with us; we’ll leave you at your house; and that will be an end to the adventure.”
“That’s true. It’s the best thing.”
“Now let’s see,” said Quentin, “if El Cuervo has put any ballast in the basket.”
He climbed upon a chair and opened the window.
“It’s heavy,” said he, jerking the cord; “ergo, there are provisions. Cheer up, Doña Sinda,” he added, “and get the table ready.”
CHAPTER XXV
AN ABDUCTION IS PREPARED
AT nightfall Quentin went out on the roof, stretched his spine along the ridge, and waited for Pacheco. The Cathedral clock was striking eight, when the bandit appeared, making his way toward the garret on all fours.
“Hey!” called Quentin.
“What is it? Is it you?”
“Yes.”