Dad wouldn't have told
me at all, only he thought I ought to know in case anything
happens to him." Paloma's breath failed her momentarily. "They'll
be killed. I told them so, but Dave seems to enjoy the risk. He
said Ricardo had a sentimental nature--and, of course, the
possibility of danger delighted both him and Dad. They're perfect
fools."
"When did they go? Tell me everything."
"They left an hour ago in my machine, with two Mexicans to help
them. They intend to cross at your pumping-plant as soon as it
gets dark, and be back by mid-night--that is, if they ever get
back."
"Why, it's--unbelievable."
"It's too much for me. Longorio himself is in Romero, and he'd
have them shot if he caught them. We'd never even hear of it."
Paloma's face was pale, her eyes were strained and tragic. "Father
always has been a trial to me, but I thought I could do something
with Dave." She made a hopeless gesture, and Alaire wondered
momentarily whether the girl's anxiety was keenest for the safety
of her father or--the other?
"Can't we prevent them from going?" she inquired. "Why, they are
breaking the law, aren't they?"
"Something like that.
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