"What did you discover?" inquired a voice which neither woman
recognized. Paloma clutched blindly for her companion; the two
eavesdroppers stood rooted in their tracks. The pounding of their
hearts sounded loudly. Since the building was little more than a
wooden shell, they could plainly hear the answer:
"The house is full of Greasers. I can't tell who they are."
A third man spoke, this time in Spanish. "That was Tad Lewis who
just came, senor."
There followed some whispered words indistinguishable to the
listeners, then a rustle of bodies moving through the tall grass
and weeds.
Paloma placed her lips close to Alaire's ear. "Who are those
people?" she breathed.
"I don't know. They must be the ones who came in that strange
automobile."
Paloma chattered viciously: "Everybody in Texas is here. I wish
we'd thought to scatter tacks behind us."
Cautiously they swung the door back and looked out. The open space
along the river-bank was leveled by the moonlight; from Morales's
house, to their right, came the sound of voices. The women waited.
A few moments, then a number of men appeared. Paloma judged there
were at least a dozen, but she was too excited to count them.
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