“Ask Senor de Cordova.”
“Don’t believe he will tell you,” said Berwick laconically.
“Why not?”
“Well, if he has had word from Broome, he has probably been warned not to say anything about it.”
“I hadn’t thought of that,” admitted Jim, “but still I think he will tell us. It fairly makes me wild when I think of that girl in the hands of those ruffians.”
Jim clenched his hands as he vowed to himself that it would go hard with them if any harm came to her.
“Same here,” responded Berwick heartily.
Jim was pondering deeply, and sat gazing through the windows.
“Do you know where to find the Senor?” Berwick went on a few minutes later.
“I suppose he is stopping at the Palace. That is where we saw them the other day.”