It was not until almost morning that, seeing a light, he tapped
cautiously at her door.

"You were not at the Junta to-night," he remarked.

There was something of jealousy in the tone.

"No. There is something I wanted to say to you where we should not
be interrupted," she answered as he sat down.

A fold of her filmy house dress fluttered near him. Involuntarily he
moved closer. His eyes met hers. She could feel the passions surging
in the man beside her.

"I saw Drummond again, to-day," she began. "Captain Gordon--"

The intense look of hatred that blazed in the eyes of Santos
frightened her. What might have happened if he instead of Gordon had
met her at the Junta she could not have said. But now she must guard
against it. If flashed over her that there was only one thing to be
done.

She rose and laid her hand on his arm. As quickly the look changed.
There was only one way to do it; she must make this man think they
understood each other without saying so.

"You must get the counterfeiting plant down on the island--
immediately--alone. Don't tell any of the others until it is there
safely. You were going to send it down on the Arroyo next week. It
must not go from New York at all. It must be shipped by rail, and