" He switched over to
the malignant Pell. "There's one little detail I'd like to call your
attention to," he said.
"Well?" Pell said.
"I'm a tough little feller myself, sometimes. And if anything should happen
that shouldn't, I'll be waitin' for you in town with a one-way ticket. And
it won't be to New York. Savez?" Then he turned to his adored and adoring
Angela. "Come, Angy!"
And he grasped her arm, and took her out.
CHAPTER XIII
WHEREIN AN OLD SITUATION SEEMS ABOUT TO BE REPEATED, ANOTHER SHOT IS FIRED,
AND THE BAD MAN COMES BACK
Deeper and deeper grew the darkness. Outside, indeed, the first stars had
begun to shine, and soon the heavens were a miraculous glory. But there was
no moon. Every road was hushed, and the trees waved their long arms in the
gloom. The little machine that took Angela and her father home, rolled down
the quiet valley. Its chug-chug was the only sound for miles around. "Red"
was happy in the cool night. He rode all the way out to the Hardy ranch. He
and Angela sang an old song, and let Jasper Hardy sit at the wheel and
whirl them to the lights of home.
Meantime, back in Gilbert's adobe, the Mexican cook came from his stuffy
kitchen and fetched a lamp for the sitting-room.
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