Pascherette’s last whispered communication to Dolores had told her of Yellow Rufe’s intentions; and while Sancho stood in amaze, she bent her ear to catch the expected sound of voices through the sounding-stone behind the tapestry. For there the little octoroon was to play a part for Sancho’s especial benefit. The thunder had become all but incessant; with every crash the great chamber rumbled and echoed eerily; yet between the crashes, brief as the periods were, human voices could be heard.

“Art ready to see my treasures, Sancho?”

Dolores waved a gleaming arm around the place, indicating with one wide gesture the glories of the walls and roof. But the pirate’s senses responded more readily to the tangible riches represented by gold and gems, tall