"No, señor. But I saw _el comandante_ Guevara. But eef he ees here, also _el gobernador_. _Cómo no?_" "I guess so," Rick agreed. "_Mil gracias_, sergeant. _Vaya con Dios._ A thousand thanks. Go with God." "_Y ustedes_," the sergeant returned politely. "And you, señores." Scotty let the clutch out and the jeep moved ahead. "Now to call on Captain Montoya," he said. "Right?" "Right," Rick agreed. "Interesting. Guevara tells the troops he and the governor are having a security conference and should not be interrupted. So guards are posted to protect the hotel. And none of the poor _soldados_ realize that blocking the roads also keeps people away from the volcanic pipe, so Guevara and Connel can start work." "With Guevara's own men to do the dirty work," Scotty added. "Too true. Maybe they even have soldiers on the job. I know what else the soldiers are guarding, too. Probably without knowing it." Scotty turned to look at him. "You thinking the same thing I am?" "Yep. Somewhere behind that guarded perimeter is the governor. And until we get him out, we're helpless." "Then," Scotty announced, "we'll just have to get him out." The jeep almost flew down the road to Calor. Scotty wheeled it through the narrow streets and drew up at the police station. In a moment they were reporting to Captain Montoya. The young officer listened, then smacked a fist into his palm. "_Bueno!_ This is good, _amigos_. We will let Guevara and your Connel have the diamonds, eh? They can use the entire army to guard the mine, if they wish. I hope they do. That means we have the rest of the island in which to maneuver. I have already sent one of my most trusted men to approach the diamond pipe from the north, through Redondo. That way we will know the exact limits." "But they've got the army," Rick objected. "Where does that leave us?" "Free to operate in other ways," Montoya said. "The army is occupied, no? Let them stay that way." His keen eyes examined the two critically. Rick felt a little uncomfortable at the penetrating stare. Then Montoya smiled. "I do not know you," he said flatly. "But I have certain evidence of the kind of young men you are. First, you came to this island. Why? On a mission of mercy, in answer to my uncle's call. It was unselfish, and it was also dangerous. Then, tonight, you took the chance of finding the roadblock. Also, though this may surprise you, we have heard something of the Spindrift Scientific Foundation even here on this island." Rick was surprised. He knew the Foundation had an international reputation, but he had thought it was limited to scientists. "So, I have some basis for what I now ask of you," Montoya added. "There is no time to collect those of my men who are completely loyal. It is because they are scattered, searching for some trace of my uncle. I do not wish to take time to wait until they report in." "What do you want us to do?" Scotty asked.