Ed's behavior had shocked and horrified her; she was
still half paralyzed at his treachery; nevertheless, her mind was
clear, and she was determined to avert a tragedy if possible. She
knew only too well what would happen when Blaze Jones and Dave Law
encountered the Lewis gang; the presence of Longorio's soldiers
merely made more certain the outcome of that meeting. The general
was furious; it was plain that he would not tolerate this
expedition, the avowed purpose of which was to prove him a liar.
It would make but little difference, therefore, whether the quest
for Ricardo Guzman's body had been successful or not: even the
fact that this was American soil would not deter Longorio from
violent action, for the Rio Grande was no real boundary, and this
part of Texas was as truly Mexican as that other river-bank which
lay two hundred yards distant.
A confusion of such thoughts were racing through Alaire's mind as
she felt her way out of the boiler-room and into that part of the
building where the pumping machinery stood. Dusty, cobwebbed
windows let in a faint ghost-glow of moonlight, but prevented
clear observation of anything outside; Alaire's fumbling fingers
found the latch of the front door and began to lift it, when some
one spoke, just outside the building.
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