"That might be to keep you from getting hurt," gasped the drummer, with a ray of hope.
"Oh, no; they are searching other convents. One of the sisters escaped and told us. Everybody knows who Coronel Saturnino is hunting."
The drummer mended his lagging trot a trifle.
"God almighty!" he breathed in despair; then, "Aren't we almost there?"
The girl pointed ahead at the upper story of a big convent that rose above the poor huts which surrounded it. It was hazy in the gathering shadows of night.
"She is hiding in the garden on this side."
"Were you in there with her?"
"Sí, señor."
"How'd you get out?"
"I climbed the limb of a tree and dropped out."