If you hadn't
come home I'd have gone to the prosecuting attorney, or somebody."
"Then you've learned something more?"
Phil nodded, and his sallow face puckered with apprehension. "Rosa
Morales has been to see me regular."
Dave passed an uncertain hand over his forehead. "I'm not in very
good shape to tackle a new proposition, but--what is it?"
"We've got to get Mrs. Austin away from here."
"We? Why?"
"If we don't they'll steal her."
"STEAL HER?" Dave's amazement was patent. "Are you crazy?"
"Sometimes I think I am, but I've pumped that Morales girl dry,
and I can't figure anything else out of what she tells me. Her and
Jose expect to make a lump of quick money, jump to Mexico, get
married, and live happy ever after. Take it from me, it's Mrs.
Austin they aim to cash in on."
"Why--the idea's ridiculous!"
"Maybe it is and maybe it ain't," the fortune-teller persisted.
"More than one rich Mexican has been grabbed and held for ransom
along this river; yes, and Americans, too, if you can believe the
stories. Anything goes in that country over there."
"You think Jose is planning to kidnap her? Nonsense! One man
couldn't do such a thing.
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