The glow of the light was upon her face, and there was color in her cheeks, and a strange appealing look in her eyes.

Her posture was not that of defiance, nor of surrender; she stood as a woman defending her right to respect, sustained by a wonderful courage.

I caught her glance, but there was no recognition in it; not by the flicker of an eyelid did she betray surprise, and yet in some mysterious manner a flash of intelligence passed between us.

It was all instantaneous for her gaze seemed to concentrate on Estada as though she knew him as leader.
"You sent for me?
For what ?" she asked, her Spanish clear and well chosen.
"To join us at meal," he answered unmoved.

"It is better than to remain alone." "Better! You must have a strange opinion of me to believe I would sit with murderers and thieves." "Harsh words, Senorita," and Estada grinned grimly.