"
"'They?' Who the hell are you talkin' about?"
"I mean Longorio and his outfit. He's got her over yonder." Dave
flung out a trembling hand toward the river. Seeing that his
hearer failed to comprehend, he explained, swiftly: "He's crazy
about her--got one of those Mexican infatuations--and you know
what that means. He couldn't steal her from Las Palmas--she
wouldn't have anything to do with him--so he used that old cattle
deal as an excuse to get her across the border. Then he put Ed out
of the way. She went of her own accord, and she didn't tell
Austin, because they were having trouble. She's gone to La Feria,
Blaze."
"La Feria! Then she's in for it."
Dave nodded his agreement; for the first time Blaze noted how
white and set was his friend's face.
"Longorio must have foreseen what was coming," Dave went on. "That
country's aflame; Americans aren't safe over there. If war is
declared, a good many of them will never be heard from. He knows
that. He's got her safe. She can't get out."
Blaze was very grave when next he spoke. "Dave, this is bad--bad.
I can't understand what made her go. Why, she must have been out
of her head.
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