He was most anxious to push forward, since every minute was now of value, but could not desert the friend whom he had promised to meet at this place.

He feared that without his protection Navarro would come to grief among the Cubans, and also he was depending upon the young Spaniard for a safe entry into Santiago.
At length dusk had fallen.

The impatient young trooper had eaten a supper of tough bull-beef and "those everlasting yams," as he called them, with his Cuban friends, and was pacing restlessly to and fro a short distance beyond a camp-fire, about which they smoked their cigarettes, when a ragged, slouch-hatted figure approached him.
"Senor Americano." "Well, what do you want ?" "If Don Jose Remelios desires the company of Ramon Navarro into Santiago, I am ready." "Good Heavens, man!" "Hush! Tell them you can wait no longer.

Set forth alone, follow the railroad, and I will meet you." Then, before Ridge could reply, the figure darted away and was lost in the night shadows.
Fifteen minutes later the young American, despite the polite protests of his entertainers, had left Enramada, dismissed the escort who had passed him through the Cuban pickets, declined further guidance, on the plea that he could not get lost while following the railway, and was watching anxiously for the appearance of his friend.
Suddenly he was confronted by a motionless horseman dimly seen on the embankment ahead of him, and in another minute the comrades were exchanging greetings.
"How did you reach Enramada without my knowledge ?" asked Ridge, finally.

"I have watched every moving creature in the place since noon." "Slipped in, disguised by this horrible Cuban costume, after dark," laughed Navarro.