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It was evident to me that Hermanos had laid his plans most carefully, for some hundred and fifty to two hundred yards from the gate, we found a vehicle of the _volante_ description awaiting our coming. We entered it, and the driver, without asking for instructions, set off at a sharp pace. We had proceeded some distance before Don Jose spoke.
"I hope you understand, Senor Trevelyan," he said at last, "what a serious risk I am running on your account?"