She sighed and settled back in her comfortable rocking-chair, while
Kay, guided by a maid, proceeded to her room. A recent job of
calcimining had transformed the room from a dirty grayish, white to a
soft shade of pink; the old-fashioned furniture had been "done over,"
and glowed dully in the fading light. Kay threw open the small
square-hinged window, gazed through the iron bars sunk in the thick
walls, and she found herself looking down the valley, more beautiful
than ever now in the rapidly fading light.

"I'll have to wait outside for him," she thought. "It will be dark
when he gets here."

She washed and changed into a dainty little dinner dress, after which
she went on a tour of exploration of the hacienda. Her first port of
call was the kitchen.

"Nishi," she informed the cook, "a gentleman will arrive shortly after
the family has finished dinner. Keep his dinner in the oven. Murray
will serve it to him in his room, I think."

She passed out through the kitchen, and found herself in the rear of
the hacienda. A hundred yards distant, she saw Pablo Artelan squatting
on his heels beside the portal of his humble residence, his back
against the wall. She crossed over to him, smiling as she came.

"How do you do, Pablo?" she said. "Have you forgotten me? I'm the
girl to whom you were kind enough to give a ride on Panchito one day in
El Toro."