“I judge she’s taking him to her house, and it looks like the rest of the bunch is bound for the same place. They couldn’t git no accommodations at hotels or other places, so she’s goin’ to take them in.”
Carey Cameron flung aside his cigarette.
“Hasn’t she been warned?” he asked.
“No, for nobody reckoned she would be taking strangers in, as she’s been so haughty and high-headed since comin’ here that she’s scarce spoke to anybody, and she don’t have any dealings with the people in the town.”
Instantly Cameron descended the steps and hastened to the street, where he planted himself in front of the horse, commanding the driver to stop.
“Madam,” he said, “it’s likely you don’t understand what you are doing. I am led to suppose that you contemplate taking your companion and his crowd into your house and giving them shelter. If such is the case you had better change your mind instantly, or you will find yourself in serious trouble.”
The woman did not answer, but, rising slightly from her seat, she hissed at the driver:
“Whip up! Drive over that man!”
The driver’s whip was in his hand, but he hesitated about obeying the order. Turning his head, he answered, in a low tone:
“I dare not, Miss Blake. He——”