They reached the door, and she made Dolores stand before the right hand panel, ready to slip out, and once more she touched the hood to be sure it hid the face.

She listened a moment.

A harsh and regular sound came from a distance, resembling that made by a pit-saw steadily grinding its way lengthwise through a log of soft pine wood.
"Eudaldo is asleep," said Inez, and even at this moment she could hardly suppress a half-hysterical laugh.

"I shall have to make a tremendous noise to wake him.

The danger is that it may bring some one else,---the women, the rest of the servants." "What shall we do ?" asked Dolores, in a distressed whisper.
She had braced her nerves to act the part of her sister at the dangerous moment, and her excitement made every instant of waiting seem ten times its length.