As
they came straggling toward the pump-house one of them called
back:
"Morales! Put out your damned lights," Both women recognized Tad
Lewis as the speaker.
Alaire had stubbornly refused to charge her husband with any
active share in this evil business, but her faith in Ed suddenly
vanished when she heard him say:
"Hush! You're making too much noise. You'd better scatter out,
too, for there's no telling where they'll land." Alaire leaned
weakly against the door. "I'm going to leave, and let you-all
attend to the rest," he was saying. But Tad Lewis halted him as he
turned from the group.
"Where are you going, Ed? You left your car back yonder by the
road. I almost ran into it."
"Eh? What are you talking about? My car is over by Morales's
house."
"Senor Austin is in a great hurry," sneered some one in Spanish.
"Once more he leaves all of the fighting to his friends."
"That's Adolfo Urbina," panted Paloma. "I know him." Stung by this
open charge of cowardice, Austin began a voluble defense, but in
the midst of it General Longorio addressed him, sharply:
"You will stay here, senor. Nobody leaves this place."
"I told you I wouldn't be a party to the business," Ed declared,
hotly.
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