Later came the big wagon, one of Engle’s men driving, Ignacio Chavez and two other Mexicans accompanying on horseback.  Virginia had forgotten nothing.  Quick hands did her bidding now, altering the anteroom of the King’s Palace into a big airy bedroom.  There was a great rug upon the floor, a white-sheeted and counterpaned bed, fresh pajamas, table, chair, alcohol-stove, glasses and cups and water-pitchers.  There were cloths for fresh bandages, wide palm-leaf fans . . . there was even ice and the promise of further ice to come.  The sun was shut out by heavy curtains across the main entrance and the broken-out holes in the easterly wall.

“My dear,” said Mrs. Engle, taking both of Virginia’s hands into her own, “I don’t know just what has happened and I don’t care to know until you get good and ready to tell me about it.  But I can see by looking at you that you are at the end of your tether.  I’m going to take care of Roddy now while you sleep at least a couple of hours.”

She and Engle had asked themselves the question as soon as Virginia’s note came to them:  “What in the world were she and Norton doing on the mountainside at that time of night?” But they had no intention of asking it of any one else.  Rather John Engle hastened to answer it for others.

“Muchachos” he said to the men when he sent them back to San Juan, “there was an accident last night.  Senor Norton had a fall from his horse, striking his head.  My cousin, Miss Page, together with Senor Norton and Senor Patten, was taking a short cut this way to make a call at Pozo.  Senor Patten and Miss Page succeeded in getting Senor Norton here, where they had to operate upon him immediately.  He is doing well now, thanks to their prompt action; he will be well soon.  You may tell his friends.”

And then, seeing little that he could do here and much that he might accomplish elsewhere, John Engle rode on his spurs back to San Juan to lay down the law to Patten.

Throughout the days and nights which followed, Virginia and Mrs. Engle nursed Norton back into a semblance of strength.  One of them was always at his side.  When at last the bandage might be removed from the blindfolded eyes Norton’s questing glance found Virginia first of all.

“Virginia,” he said quietly, “thanks to you I can start in all over now.”

She understood.  So did Mrs. Engle.  For Norton had explained to both the banker and his wife, holding nothing back from them, telling them frankly of crimes committed, of his attempted abduction of the girl who in turn had “abducted him.”  He had restitutions to make without the least unnecessary delay.  He must square himself and he thanked God that he could square himself, that his crimes had been bloodless, that he had but to return the stolen moneys.  And, to wipe his slate clean, he stood ready to pay to the full for what he had done, to offer his confession openly, to accept without a murmur whatever decree the court might award him.