It was the
first one I'd ever heard, and it fooled me complete--comin' right
at that particular turn of the road. I sure thought this party I
spoke of had cut down on me, so I r'ared up and unlimbered. I shot
out three window-lights in his house before Paloma could explain.
If he'd been in sight I'd have beefed him then and there, and
saved six months' delay. No, gas-buggies are all right for people
with strong nerves, but I'm tuned too high."
"Father has never learned to drive a car without yelling 'Gee' and
'Haw,'" laughed Paloma. "And he thinks he has title to the whole
road, too. You know these Mexicans are slow about pulling their
wagons to one side. Well, father got mad one day, and when a team
refused him the right of way he whipped out his revolver and
fired."
Blaze smiled broadly. "It worked great. And believe me, them
Greasers took to the ditch. I went through like a hot wind, but I
shot up sixty-five ca'tridges between here and town."
"Why didn't Mrs. Austin ask you to stay all night at Las Palmas?"
the girl inquired of Dave.
"She did."
"Wonderful!" Paloma's surprise was evidently sincere. "I suppose
you refused because of the way Ed treated you? Well, I'd have
accepted just to spite him.
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