"Oh, I thought you were calling on me." Paloma pouted her pretty
lips. "Dave isn't here. He and father--have gone away." A little
pucker of apprehension appeared upon her brow.
"I must get word to him at once."
Miss Jones shook her head. "Is it very important?"
It needed no close observation to discover the concern in Paloma's
eyes; Alaire told her story quickly. "Mr. Law must be warned right
away," she added, "for the man is capable of anything."
Paloma nodded. "Dave told us how he had killed Panfilo--" She
hesitated, and then cried, impulsively: "Mrs. Austin, I'm going to
confess something--I've got to tell somebody or I'll burst. I was
walking the floor when you came. Well, Dad and Dave have
completely lost their wits. They have gone across the river--to
get Ricardo Guzman's body."
"What?" Alaire stared at the girl uncomprehendingly.
"They are going to dig him up and bring him back to prove that he
was killed. Dave knows where he's buried, and he's doing this for
Ricardo's family--some foolish sentiment about a bridle--but Dad,
I think, merely wants to start a war between the United States and
Mexico."
"My dear girl, aren't you dreaming?"
"I thought I must be when I heard about it.
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