The Pirate Woman by A E Dingle Chapter 11 Page 9

uncertain, disputing. Then Sancho growled, close to her ear:

“Art alone, jade?”

“Oh, Sancho!” she cried, darting into the gloom to the sound of his voice and flinging her arms about him. “I have feared for thee, my Sancho. Now I fear no more, for all is well.”

“Well?” the pirate growled suspiciously. “Hast left thy hot-blood mistress, then?”

“No, Sancho. It is better for thee even than that. I have made thy peace with Dolores. She has forgiven thee, and wishes to tell thee so.”

A fervid curse burst from some one yet invisible, and Sancho leaned back to catch some whispered words. Then he, too, ripped out an oath,