Again and again as he ran Kendric shouted to Betty that he was coming. Then at last, after an agony of fear and silence, he heard her call in answer. He stumbled but ran on. When he came where he could see the square of light marking the hole which led to the level where she was, he caught his first glimpse of Betty. She was standing by the opening, tense to the finger tips that were tight about the rifle. He sped up the steps and to her side. And he was treated to the sight of Ruiz Rios, lying white-faced on the floor, a hand at his shoulder and that hand dyed red. Beside him, where it had fallen, was his revolver. "I--I shot him!" Betty gasped. "And serves him right," cried Kendric heartily. He took the gun from her hands and strode over to Rios while, at last, Betty's face was hidden by her shaking hands. "So you're on the job, are you?" Rios looked sick and miserable. But slowly, as he lifted his black eyes to the man standing over him the old evil fires played in them. He stirred a little and lay back. "My shoulder is broken," he groaned. "You're in luck to be alive," Kendric told him sternly. "What do you want here?" "I'll bleed to death!" Quick fright sent a shiver through him. "For the love of God stop the blood for me." Kendric could scarcely do less than look at the wound. Presently he straightened up with a grunt of disgust. "It's only a flesh wound," he said coolly. "The bone isn't even touched and it's a clean hole. You'll last for a lot of devilment yet." Rios sat up. He felt of his hurt with tender fingers and slowly the fear went out of his look and his old craft and hate came back. "You've found the treasure--here," he said. "You will have to talk with me before you touch it, señor." "You talk big, Rios," snapped Kendric angrily. "It strikes me that you are just now in no position to dictate. You should thank your stars if, presently, we let you go about your business. Whether or not we have found treasure does not concern you." So intent was he upon Rios, so occupied with considering what was to be done with him, that he did not note who it was who had come to stand in the narrow cleft between them and the entrance from the cañon side. But Betty, her hands dropping from her horrified face saw. "Oh," cried Betty. "We are lost!" Then he saw that following Rios had come Zoraida and that she stood and looked at them, her eyes filled with mockery and triumph. "Who is it that speaks of what shall be done with that which rightfully is Zoraida's?" she demanded, her voice ringing out boldly. "And you two, who thought to escape me, I have you in a trap!" Kendric swung his rifle about so that the muzzle was towards her. His eyes hardened. "If we have to shoot our way out of this, we're going free," he told her shortly.