Sure! I suppose they found out where he was buried. They crossed
at my pumping-plant, and they'll be back with the body to-night,
if they haven't already--" The speaker's voice broke, his hand was
shaking so that he could scarcely retain his hold upon the
telephone. "How the hell do I know?" he chattered. "It's up to
you. You've got a machine--"
"ED!" cried the wife. She went toward him on weak, unsteady feet,
but she halted as the voice of Longorio cut in sharply:
"What's this I hear? Ricardo Guzman's body?" Husband and wife
turned. The open double-door to the living-room framed the tall
figure of the Mexican general.
XIX
RANGERS
Longorio stared first at the huddled, perspiring man beside the
telephone and then at the frightened woman. "Is that the truth?"
he demanded, harshly.
"Yes," Austin answered. "They are bringing the body to this side.
You know what that means."
"Did you know this?" The general turned upon Alaire. Of the four
he was the least excited.
From the background Paloma quavered: "You told us Ricardo was not
dead, so--it is all right. There is no--harm done."
A brief silence ensued, then Longorio shrugged.
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