Reginald Wright Kauffman

“ Mother goats, in the cool of the doorways, would summon their overly energetic kids from danger under the horses' hoofs.
It was finished at last. Quit of the village, Luis turned them into a jungle trail, along which they proceeded with what speed it permitted, the fear of pursuit always close behind them, the dread of they knew not what interference ahead.
It was still possible for Dan to ride abreast of the girl, and he wanted to remain close to her as long as he could. Leave her he soon must, never to return—unless some miracle should clear his name. ”

“ Dan wondered whether her thoughts were entirely occupied with the death of the gateman, yet he respected her reticence. Now, suddenly, she looked up, and his curiosity was almost immediately satisfied.
“What,” she asked in her precise English, “is to be our destination?”
He tried to smile. “Anywhere that Don Ramon is least likely to look. That's up to Luis; he knows the country.” ”

“ Dan turned in his saddle to the Carib. “Will they carry any warning of our escape to the hacienda?” He suspected spies everywhere.
Luis was less dubious. “Why should they?”
“They'll tell their parents that they've seen the señorita. They don't see her often nowadays, I suppose.”
“They would no more dare to wake their fathers than I should dare to wake a sleeping watchdog, señor. And if they did, what do those fathers know? Peña's wife lives beyond here. The danger lies not here. The danger will come when these children are questioned by Peña. They will point out our way to him ”