She had conquered not only Ramon Santos but Constance Dunlap.

Early the next morning he was speeding southward over the clicking
rails.

Every energy must be bent toward keeping the new scheme secret until
it was carried out successfully. Not a hint must get to Drummond
that there was any change in the activities of the Junta. As for the
Junta itself, there was no one of those who believed implicitly in
Santos whom Constance need fear, except Gordon. Gordon was the bete
noire.

Two days passed and she was able to guard the secret, as well as to
act as though nothing had happened. Santos had left a short note for
the Junta telling them that he would be away for a short time
putting the finishing touches on the purchase of the arms. The
arrival of a cartload of cases at the Junta, which Constance
arranged for herself, bore out the letter. Still, she waited
anxiously for word from him.

The day set for the sailing of the Arroyo arrived and with it at
last a telegram: "Buy corn, oats, wheat. Sell cotton."

It was the code, telling of the safe arrival of the rifles,
cartridges and the counterfeiting plant in New Orleans, a little
late, but safe. "Sell cotton," meant "I sail to-night."

On the way over to the Junta, she had noticed one of Drummond's
shadows dogging her. She must do anything to keep the secret until