CHAPTER XXVIII.
A COMPACT.
Madge Morton overtook Jose Murillo.
"A word with you," she said. "We are far enough from the field so that we'll not be seen if we step aside beneath the trees."
"Eet ees a pleasure," he bowed, although his face wore a puzzled expression.
Beneath the trees the woman turned and faced him squarely.
"There's a girl back yonder that you're smashed on," she said.
He shook his head.