"Who knows? Let us
hope that he suffered no harm on Mexican soil. That would be
serious, indeed; yes, very serious, for I have given my word to
your government. This--David Law--" he pronounced the name
carefully, but with a strange, foreign accent--"he is a reckless
person to defy the border regulations. It is a grave matter to
invade foreign territory on such a mission." Longorio again bent
his brilliant eyes upon Alaire. "I see that you are concerned for
his safety. You would not desire him to come to trouble, eh? He
has done you favors; he is your friend, as I am. Well"--a
mirthless smile exposed his splendid white teeth--"we must think
of that. Now I will bid you good night."
"Where are you going?" demanded Miss Jones.
"To the river, and then to Romero. I may be needed, for those men
of mine are stupid fellows and there is danger of a
misunderstanding. In the dark anything may happen. I should like
to meet this David Law; he is a man of my own kind." Turning to
"Young Ed," he said: "There is reason for haste, and a horse moves
slowly. Would you do me the favor, if you have an automobile--"
"No! I won't!" Ed declared. "I don't want to see the Rio Grande
to-night.
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