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Her captor halted for a rowled out some orders breathlessly in

Spanish, and Myra found herself dumped down on the seat of a motor car,

which immediately started off at a rapid rate Half stifled, she tore

the cloak from her face, and as she did so an arm encircled her

"El Diablo Cojuelo has captured the prize of his lifetime!" said a deep

voice triumphantly

Myra's heart seehten

around her, panic seized her, and she had to fight the inclination to

screa, little lady," said the muffled voice of her captor

"Do not be so sore afraid I am not the fiend people make El Diablo

Cojuelo out to be, and will take care of so precious a treasure Don

Carlos will ransom you, but perhaps when you have seen me and my

mountain nest you will not want to be ransoan to reassert itself, and she was ashans of fear "Displayed" is hardly the word,

for the inside of the car, which was hurtling along at great speed, was

so dark that she could not even see the shape of the man whose arm

encircled her, and she knew he could not see her

Soh it was--as if he were

speaking with souely familiar,