He might use her as a cigar lighter.
But just let him try anything else and——
[CHAPTER V]
The mad, passionate ride was over about supper-time.
The next thing Verbeena’s intelligence became immersed in she was standing within a big tent brilliantly lighted by respectable old candles inside of two hanging lamps.
But she didn’t have much chance to look over these things. They hung too high.
What was solely in her mind, to faithfully reproduce its own process accurately was the thought:
“Where’s that sapadillo that brought me here?”