She was laid on a bed, and the moment after Concha turned earnestly upon the four men.
"Now go," she said, "this instant! I also have risked more than you know. Go back!"
"Can I not stay with her to-night?" pleaded El Sarria, keeping the limp hand wet with chill perspiration close in his.
"Go—go, I say!" said Concha. "Go, or it may be too late. See yonder."
And on a hill away to the west a red light burned for a long moment and then vanished.
The three young men went out, but El Sarria lingered, kneeling by his wife's bedside. Rollo went back and touched him on the shoulder.
"You must come with us—for her sake!" he said. And he pointed with his finger. And obediently at his word the giant arose and went out. Rollo followed quickly, but as he went a little palm fell on his arm and a low voice whispered in his ear—
"You trust me, do you not?"
Rollo lifted Concha's hand from his sleeve and kissed it.
"With my life—and more!" he said.