"One apiece for us, eh, Mex?" added Sheldrake.
The kidnappers departed, after fastening the outer bolt of the door. Mex, sole custodian of the unwilling guests, scowled upon them, in silence. Evaleen came to her with appealing looks.
"Please unlock the door and let us go. Here, take my purse. I will give you more if you will set us free—all I have. You are a woman; have pity; let us go."
Mex grasped the silken purse, keeping her eyes steadily on the beautiful pleader.
"You window woman?"
Evaleen, nonplussed, ventured to nod acquiescence with these unintelligible words.
"White antelope?"
The captive nodded again, in dumb perplexity, eager to encourage any sign of human kindness on the part of the wild being into whose power she had fallen.
"White Mex teeth." She showed her sharp incisors, presenting an aspect of fierce scorn.
"Castiliano. My home. Come."