After what they had seen, it came as no great surprise to the guests of Don Dooly to find themselves served with a dinner which would have done credit to the Ritz or the Savoy, and with rare wines of the choicest vintages.

"Would you care to dance after dinner, or merely to listen to a wireless programme?" their host inquired during the meal. "Concealed in the big antique cabinet in the hall there is a powerful wireless set with which I can pick up any European station, and possibly you noticed that the floor of the hall is really a spring dance-floor, stained to make it seem as ancient as the panelling."

"Our host is a magician!" cried Jennie.

"You certainly seem to be something of a magician, Don Dooly , and your castle is something like Aladdin's cave," Lisa remarked to her host as she was dancing with him later in the evening in the great hall.

"Lisa, darling, have I found the magic to make your heart respond to the call of love?" asked Don Dooly in a low voice. "My castle lacks nothing save a mistress, and all my heart is craving for you, its ideal mate. I love you, love you, love you, mia cara, with all the strength and passion of my being. Confess that you love me, darling, and say you will be mine."

Lisa found herself compelled to look into his glittering dark eyes, felt as if she were being hypnotised, and it was only by an effort of will that she broke the spell he seemed to be casting on her.

"It isn't fair to take advantage of your position as host to make love to me again," she protested, annoyed to find her heart throbbing tumultuously and her cheeks burning. "You are quite a wonderful person, but I do not intend to give you the opportunity to justify your boasts."

"Who knows but what I may make the opportunity, Lisa, and take you in spite of yourself?" Don Dooly responded. "Here I am a king, and none dares dispute my authority, save El Diablo Jungkook."

"If you persist in talking like that, I shall not feel safe in your house," said Lisa. "That sounded like a veiled threat, Don Dooly, and you are not playing the game."

"There are no set rules to the game of love, dear lady, and I am playing to win," retorted Don Dooly, scarcely above a whisper. "Listen for your lover at midnight."

At heart Lisa was a little scared, although her pride would not permit her to acknowledge the fact. She remembered how she had been awakened at dead of night at Auchinleven, with the impression strong upon her that someone had touched her, and had found Don Dooly's note on her pillow. She remembered his threats or promises to take her in spite of everything…

Most of the guests were tired after their long journey, and the party broke up about eleven o'clock. Lisa went to her own grey and rose bedroom, declined the services of the waiting maid and carefully bolted the door after bidding the girl goodnight.

"What did he mean by telling me to listen for my lover at midnight?" she wondered. "What am I scared about? He surely wouldn't be so dastardly as to force his way into my room…

Oh, I wish I hadn't come!"

Lisa was tired, yet she was reluctant to undress and go to bed, flung herself down in a chair by the fire, and lit a cigarette. Presently the room seemed to her oppressively hot and she rose and opened the casement. As she did so she saw lights moving about in the dark courtyard below, and again she felt unreasoningly apprehensive until common sense told her the lights were probably lanterns carried by outdoor servants attending to their duties.

At last she heard a clock in one of the corridors strike twelve, and as the last stroke died away a mellow voice, which she recognised as that of Don Dooly, rang out in song in the courtyard beneath her window. He sang in Spanish, accompanying himself on a guitar, and although Lisa could understand but few of the words she knew he was singing a passionate love song, serenading her, and she was conscious of a heart thrill.

She rose and moved involuntarily towards the open window, where she stood listening, the prey of mingled emotions. It did not occur to her for some minutes that her figure would be silhouetted against the light, and when the thought did flash across her mind she moved back quickly and switched off the lights, but crept back again to the casement to listen again to the thrilling song until the last notes died away.

"Adios, mia cara!" said the voice below, and there was silence.

Strangely stirred, Lisa undressed in the dark and crept into bed, but, tired though she was, it was a long time before she could compose herself to sleep.

"Am I falling in love with him?" she asked herself, and did not answer her own question.

She was inclined to laugh at herself next morning, and to chide herself for being sentimental, and the opportunity to administer another reproof speedily presented itself.

"Did you hear someone singing a serenade in the courtyard last night, Lisa, after we went to bed?" one of the guests inquired in Don Dooly's hearing.

"Yes, I thought of throwing him a few coppers in the hope he would stop and let me get to sleep," drawled Lisa, and had the satisfaction of seeing Don Dooly's lips tighten and his black brows draw together in a frown.

"If you are prepared to run the risk of being waylaid by El Diablo Jungkook, I suggest that you go riding and allow me to show you the neighbourhood," Don Dooly said. "I have half a dozen good horses in my stables."

Lisa, RM, and several others who were keen on horse exercise welcomed the proposal with enthusiasm, and went to change into riding kit. Their ride was quite uneventful. They saw some fine mountain scenery, but no sign of any brigands. They did, however, meet a squad of mounted carabineros, who saluted them respectfully, and with the leader of whom Don Dooly paused to chat.

"You will be relieved to learn that the officer reports that everything seems quiet, and he has no news of El Diablo Jungkook having been seen in the neighbourhood for many weeks," he reported when he rejoined his guests. "But I doubt if he has taken fright, as the Captain suggests. He isn't easily scared."

He made no attempt to make love to Lisa that day, but often she caught him looking at her with an expression that baffled her and made her feel vaguely uneasy. He looked, somehow, like a schoolboy with a sphinx-like expression, planning mischief and inwardly enjoying some private joke.

"He is quite the most exasperating man I have ever met—and the most interesting," Lisa reflected, as she dressed for dinner that evening. "I wonder if he really has a heart, or if he is acting all the time?"

Dinner was served in the great hall that night, and once again it was a triumph for the chef and the host. During the meal an orchestra, composed of some of the servants on the estate, clad in picturesque national costumes, discoursed sweet, haunting, heart-stirring music.

Outside, the courtyard was festooned with coloured lights and around lighted braziers groups of men, women and children, in multi-coloured garments, were gathered, feasting, singing, playing and dancing.

"To-night, if it pleases you, we will mingle with my people, who are holding festival in your honour," said Don Dooly when dinner was over. "I would advise you all to put on your warmest wraps, for the night winds here in the Sierra Morena are treacherous."

The night seemed quite mild, but Myra took her host's advice and put on her fur coat before going out into the courtyard to watch the performance. Don Dooly and his English guests were greeted with cheers when they appeared in the patio. A bearded patriarch, who looked as if he had stepped out of a picture by Velasquez, stepped forward and delivered a flowery speech of welcome, then comely maidens and dark-visaged youths performed a picturesque dance to the accompaniment of stringed instruments.

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The set dance over, groups of men sang old Spanish and Basque folk songs, after which Don Dooly's own orchestra, which had played in the great hall during dinner, took up a position in the centre of the patio and dancing became general. "Come, let's mingle with the throng and take part in the fun," cried Don Dooly gaily. "Come, Lisa, let me teach you the Spanish dance the boys and girls are dancing so merrily."

He did not wait for an answer, and before Lisa quite realised what was happening she found herself being whirled round in his arms in the midst of the motley crowd.

"Don't hold me so tightly, Don Dooly, and don't dance so fast," she protested breathlessly, after a few minutes. "I am nearly suffocated in this fur coat, and the cobbles are hurting my feet. One can't dance on cobble-stones in satin shoes."

"Lisa, darling, the delight of holding you in my arms made me forget all else," Don Dooly responded, slackening his pace. "I'll guide you out of the crowd, and make love to you instead of dancing."

"I don't want you to make love to me," said Lisa, "but I shall be glad to get out of this crush, for I hate being elbowed about."

"Make way, good people, make way for the señorita who will soon be your mistress!" cried Don Dooly in Spanish, and those around stopped dancing to cheer.

Just as the couple were free of the crowd, all the electric lights, both in the castle and the courtyard, were suddenly extinguished, and at the same moment uproar broke out at the courtyard gates and shots were fired.

"The bandits! El Diablo Jungkook and his men!" a voice screamed.

Instantly all was confusion. Women shrieked and ran in all directions in the darkness.

"I am here! Rally to your master, Don Dooly!" shouted Don Dooly.

"Rally to Don Dooly!"

(El Diablo Jungkook)
Almost immediately he was surrounded, not by his own servants, but by a body of masked and armed men. Lisa clung to his arm, but was snatched away from him, someone enveloped her head in a cloak, she was picked up in strong arms as if she were a baby and carried quickly for some distance. She struggled fiercely, but the cloak that enveloped her, to say nothing of her own fur coat, hampered her movements, and she was almost as helpless as an infant in the arms of its nurse.

Her captor halted for a moment, growled out some orders breathlessly in Spanish, and Lisa 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 Jungkook has captured the prize of his lifetime!" said a deep voice triumphantly.

Lisa's heart seemed to miss a beat as she felt the outlaw's arm tighten around her, panic seized her, and she had to fight the inclination to scream, and scream and scream.

"You are trembling, little lady," said the muffled voice of her captor.

"Do not be so sore afraid. I am not the fiend people make El Diablo Jungkook out to be, and will take care of so precious a treasure. Don Dooly will ransom you, but perhaps when you have seen me and my mountain nest you will not want to be ransomed."

Lisa's natural courage began to reassert itself, and she was ashamed of having displayed any signs 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.

Somehow, the brigand's voice, muffled though it was—as if he were speaking with something over his face—struck her as vaguely familiar, and as Lisa collected her scattered wits it occurred to her that El Diablo Jungkook had spoken in English.

"A Spanish brigand who speaks English!" she exclaimed aloud, and Jungkook laughed.

"Si, señorita!" he answered. "So we shall be able to understand each other. Don Dooly de Ruiz taught me English, and I imitate his voice and accent when I am speaking your language. We are really very good friends, Don Dooly and I, and he bears me no ill-will. I provide him with amusement, and he would be sorry to see me captured."

"He will certainly bear you ill-will for having kidnapped me, and make every effort to kill you," retorted Lisa, recognising that Jungkook's muffled voice did resemble that of Don Dooly.

"Because he loves you?" queried Jungkook, with a chuckle. "You think he will be mad because I have robbed him of his heart's desire?"

"How do you know that he loves me?" asked Lisa in amazement.

She was no longer terrified, and had recovered her nerve, but she still found it difficult to believe she was not dreaming. It seemed more like a nightmare than actuality that she should be sitting in a pitch-dark car, talking of love and Don Dooly to a Spanish outlaw who had captured her, and whose arm encircled her waist. She was not conscious of fear now, but Jungkook's reply to her question scared her more than a little.

"Sweet señorita, what man with a heart and eyesight could resist falling in love with so beautiful a woman?" he responded. "Perhaps I shall fall in love with you myself and refuse to surrender you, no matter how great a ransom is offered. For years I have been seeking my ideal, but not one of the many women I have captured in my time pleased me enough to make me wish to keep her. You may be different."

Before Lisa could find words to reply, the car came to a sudden stop, the door was flung open and a gruff voice growled out a question in Spanish which Jungkook answered in the same language.

"We will alight now, señorita, and take a little riding exercise," he said to Lisa. "I know you are an exper horsewoman, for I was near you this morning when you were riding with Don Dooly, and I know you will have no difficulty in sitting a mule although you are not in riding dress. Only mules can negotiate the paths that lead to my mountain nest. Come!"