“Somebody is trying to get into the house!”
“Not HIM, eh?” said Lee gayly.
“No; two men. Mexicans, I think. One looks like Manuel.”
“Ah,” said Lee, drawing himself up to a sitting posture.
“Well?”
“Don't you see? He believes the women are alone.”
“The dog—d—d hound!”
“Speak respectfully of one of my people, if you please, and hand me my derringer. Light the candle again, and open the door. Let them get in quietly. They'll come here first. It's HIS room, you understand, and if there's any money it's here. Anyway, they must pass here to get to the women's rooms. Leave Manuel to me, and you take care of the other.”
“I see.”
“Manuel knows the house, and will come first. When he's fairly in the room shut the door and go for the other. But no noise. This is just one of the SW-EETEST things out—if it's done properly.”