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I am my own man, Señorita Castelmar." "Large words." She smiled at him curiously. "You mean that my going would be interfered with?" "I mean that you may make yourself free of the house; that you may walk in the gardens; that, if you sought to pass the outer wall, you would be detained. You remain my prisoner, Señor Kendric, until you become my trusted captain!"
"If I had told you at the beginnin'," said Barlow, "that you and me were comin' to a place, lookin' for treasure, that was right next door to where Zoraida Castelmar lived, would you of come?" "No. I don't think I would." "Well, that's why I didn't tell you." "And you promised her just what?" "That I'd be showin' up down this way. And that you'd be comin' along with me."
"That terrible man named Escobar spoke to me of friendship, and he is the one who gave orders to bring me here! And the other man, Rios, he spoke words that did not go with the look in his eyes. And you you " "Well? What about me?" "You are one of them. I find you staying in their house. You are the lover of Señorita Castelmar and she is terrible! Oh, I don't know what to do."
We're talking about Betty Gordon, this poor little lost kid here. Who told you that she was the same as that dancing woman?" Bruce made no answer. "Was it Zoraida Castelmar?" demanded Kendric. "Tell me. Is that what Zoraida Castelmar had to say about her?" "Well?" challenged Bruce. "Suppose it was?" "What else did she tell you?" Jim had him by the arm now and his eyes were blazing.
The hotel-keeper he found alone in the little room which served him as office and bed chamber. "I want to see Mrs. Rios," said Kendric curtly. "You'd be meaning the Mexican lady? Name of Castelmar." He drew his soiled, inky guest book toward him. "Zoraida Castelmar." "I suppose so," answered Kendric. "Where is she?" "Your name would be Kendric?" persisted the hotel-keeper.
First, Barlow had demanded who Zoraida Castelmar was; had not Barlow even learned the name of the girl of the pearls? Second, it recurred to him that Barlow had followed her to the hotel in the border town, had even had word with her, since he had brought Kendric a message. Why had Barlow gone to the hotel at all?
Further," and he was baffled to know whether she meant what her words implied or whether she was merely making fun of him, "I have put a charm and a spell over your life from which you are never going to be free. Put as many miles as it pleases you between you and Zoraida Castelmar; she will bring you back to her side at a time no more distant than the end of this same month."
"Under the hand of Zoraida Castelmar you could rise high, Señor Kendric." He shook his head impatiently before she had done and again at the end. "I am no woman's man," he told her steadily, "and I want no place as any woman's watchdog. Offer me what you please, a thousand dollars a day, and I'll say no."
Then she sank back again, laughing. "When you learn to hate him as I do, señor, then will you know what hate means!" He pressed a knee against the door, near the lock. The hangings getting in his way, he tore them aside. Zoraida Castelmar watched him half in amusement, half in mockery. "There is a heavy oak bar on the other side," she told him carelessly.
And below were the words, with date and a dotted line for him to sign: "I pledge my word, as a gentleman, to Zoraida Castelmar, that I will return to her at Hacienda Montezuma not later than daybreak twenty-four hours from now. . . ." "A take or leave proposition, clean cut," he comprehended promptly. And as promptly he decided to take it.
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