He wrote the letter.

Sancho put it in his bosom and with Pedro disappeared from the dark ravine.

The situation relaxed.
"You shall eat, drink, sleep, and be entirely comfortable, senor, until they return.

If they bring the gold you shall pursue your road at your pleasure even with a piece for yourself, for we are nothing if not generous! If they do not bring it, why, then, of course--!" Ian had long been bedfellow of wild adventure.

He thought that he knew the mood in which it was best met.