“Then there is still another reason,” continued Quentin.
“What is it?”
“If we go back now, and the guards see us, they’ll get suspicious.”
“Then what shall we do?”
“I think the best thing to do is to go ahead.”
Don Paco sighed, and very reluctantly followed after Quentin. The moon was climbing higher in the sky. The old man walked along profoundly disheartened. After half an hour had elapsed, he said:
“Now we can go back.”
“What for? We’ve only a little farther to go.”
A moment later they left the road and approached the house. Quentin thrust his fingers into his mouth and whistled shrilly.
“They’re coming,” said Don Paco, trembling.