I won't be involved--"
"But you are already involved. Come! There is no time to waste,
and I have something to say to you. You will drive me to the
river, and my horse will remain here until I return for him."
There was no mistaking the command in Longorio's tone; the master
of Las Palmas rose as if under compulsion. He took his hat, and
the two men left the room.
"Oh, my God!" Paloma gasped. "They'll be in time, and so will the
Lewis gang."
"Quick! Ed will take his runabout--we'll follow in my car." Alaire
fled to make herself ready. A few moments later she looked out
from her window and saw the headlights of Ed's runabout flash down
the driveway to the road; then she and Paloma rushed to the garage
where the touring-car stood.
"They'll never expect us to follow them"--Alaire tried to speak
hopefully--"and we'll drive without lights. Maybe we'll get there
in time, after all." As the machine rolled out through the gate
she elaborated the half-formed plan that had come to her: "The
brush is thick along the river; we can leave the car hidden and
steal up to the pump-house. When we hear the boat coming maybe we
can call out in time to warn your father.
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