In a few seconds, they heard another whistle. Quentin went to the door of the house; at the same time, a small window was opened, and Pacheco said in a low voice:
“Is that you, Quentin?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll be right down.”
The door opened noiselessly, and Don Paco and Quentin entered a dark vestibule.
“This way,” said Pacheco’s voice.
“Why don’t you light a lamp?” asked Don Paco.
“Light can be seen at a distance.”
They crossed the vestibule and entered a kitchen illuminated by a lamp.
“Be seated, gentlemen,” said the bandit. He closed the kitchen door, and threw an armful of dried branches upon the fire. “It’s a cold night,” he added.