Uncle Henry, on the contrary, was jubilant. "Gee!" he sang out, "and I get the oil, after all!"
No one heeded him. Things were too serious still.
"You wouldn't do this?" Hardy asked of Lopez.
"No?" the bandit asked.
Hardy took Angela in his arms. "But what about her—my daughter? You wouldn't take her, would you?"
"Not for a million dollars!" Lopez smiled.
Angela's pride was hurt, "H'm!" she sniffed.
Lopez looked around him. He saw Lucia, and extended his hand to her. "And as for you—" he began.
Lucia was frightened. What was to be her fate?