"Sebastian and Pablo—maybe others—I do not know."
Miss Valdés thought quickly. It might be true. Both the men mentioned had asked for a holiday to go to Santa Fé. What business had they there at this time of the year? Could it be Pablo who had shot at Gordon from ambush? If so, why was he so bitter against the common enemy?
"Juanita, tell me everything. What is it that you know?"
The sobs of the girl increased. She leaned against the door jamb and buried her face in the crook of her arm.
The older girl put an arm around the quivering shoulders and spoke gently. "But listen, child. Tell me all. It may be we can save him yet."
A name came from the muffled lips. It was "Pablo."
Valencia's brain was lit by a flash of understanding. "Pablo is your lover. Is it not so, niña?"
The dark crown of soft hair moved up and down in assent. "Oh, Doña, he was, but—"
"You have quarreled with him?"
Miss Valdés burned with impatience, but some instinct told her she could not hurry the girl.