line. If we see a motor waiting on it, we stop the train. If we overhaul the Red Ponchos alone, we go on to Chorillos, and wait for them there. I'll see that the police expect them. Nothing is lost yet, Señor Montgomery."
At the railway station, Natividad found he had just time to telephone his instructions to the Chorillos police. No motor coming from the direction of Callao was to be allowed to pass.
They were talking to the guard of the express when a Lima train steamed into the station, and they saw the Marquis, Uncle Francis and little Christobal appear.
"Where is Maria-Teresa shouted the Marquis as he caught sight of Dick, and ran toward him. "Why are you alone? Where is she? What has happened? Speak, boy!"
Little Christobal, clinging to Dick's legs, reiterated his father's questions, while Uncle Francis' long shanks took him wandering aimlessly round the little group. The guard blew his whistle, and Natividad pushed them all into a carriage just as the train started.
"Yes, she has been carried off by the Indians, but we know where she is. She is at Chorillos."
Dick's attempt to reduce the force of the blow to the Marquis partly succeeded. Then he explained what he knew while Don Christobal, raging in his corner, swore to kill with his own
