Alaire reached to take it, and the
book dropped to the floor; then, as she stooped, Blaze cried:
"Wait! Hit it three times on the floor and say, 'Money! Money!
Money!'"
As Alaire was running over the pages of the book, one of Blaze's
ranch-hands appeared in the door to ask him a question. When the
fellow had gone his employer rose and tiptoed after him; then he
spat through his crossed fingers in the direction the man had
taken.
"Now what does that mean?" Alaire inquired.
"Didn't you see? He's cross-eyed."
"This is too occult for me," she declared, rising. "But--I'm
interested in what you say about Mr. Strange. If the Mexicans tell
him so much, perhaps he can tell me something. I do hope you have
no more misfortunes."
"You stay to supper," Blaze urged, hospitably. "I'll be in as soon
as that tarantula's gone."
But Alaire declined. After a brief chat with Paloma she remounted
Montrose and prepared for the homeward ride. At the gate, however,
she met Dave Law on his new mare, and when Dave had learned the
object of her visit to Jonesville he insisted upon accompanying
her.
"You have enough money in those saddle-bags to tempt some of our
very best citizens," he told her.
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