"Nothing has happened," Don Carlos assured her. "The bandage is merely
a precautionary measure. He was brought here blindfolded, so that he
might have no idea as to the location of my mountain nest. He leaves
blindfolded for the same reason. Don Carlos de Ruiz will follow him
when I so choose. Have you anything to say to Señor Standish?"

"Nothing," answered Myra, after a moment of hesitation.

"Myra, if only----" said Standish hoarsely, and paused, gulping as if
he were choking. "I suppose it isn't any use attempting to say
anything," he added weakly.

"Except farewell," remarked Don Carlos ironically, and laid his hand on
Myra's arm. "Permit me to escort you to the door, señora mia, to
witness the departure of Señor Standish."

In the wake of Standish and his escort, he led Myra along the corridor
to the outer hall, and Myra, her senses acute, watched him closely as
he manipulated knobs which looked like part of the rocky wall and the
great door that looked like rock itself swung open.

"Lead the English señor forward carefully, and remember I have pledged
my word that he shall be returned safely to the castle of Don Carlos de
Ruiz," said Don Carlos in Spanish. "Farewell, señor," he added in
English. "You will have great stories to tell on your return to
England of your encounter with El Diablo Cojuelo and how you escaped
from him!"