"If you want a fight," said Budd redly, "I'm here. See?"
"Wait a minute!"
The girl stopped Budd with a hand on his arm as he was fumbling with the door.
"Mr. Templar has his posse within call," she said cynically. "Why ask for trouble?"
The Saint's eyebrows twitched blandly.
"I have no posse. I had a gang once, but it died. Didn't they tell you I was working alone?"
"If they had," said the girl, "I shouldn't believe them. You don't look the kind of man who can bluff without a dozen armed men behind him."
He trembled with a gust of noiseless mirth.
"Quite right. I'm terrified, really!"
The mocking eyes glanced again from Budd to Weald, and back again to the girl. That maddening smile flickered again on the clean-cut lips with a glitter of perfect teeth.