"Then let's get headquarters in a hurry. You know Captain Lee, don't you? You do the talking. Tell him to get hold of this fellow Barnham and pinch him, and then send him up to Ohadi in care of Pete Carr or some other good officer. We 've got a lot of things to say to him."
The message went through. Then the two sheriffs rose and looked at their revolvers.
"Now for the tough one." Bardwell made the remark, and Mason smiled grimly. Fairchild rose and went to them.
"May I go along?"
"Yes, but not the girl. Not this time."
Anita did not demur. She moved to the big rocker beside the old base burner and curled up in it. Fairchild walked to her side.
"You won't run away," he begged.
"I? Why?"
"Oh—I don't know. It—it just seems too good to be true!"
She laughed and pulled her cap from her head, allowing her wavy, brown hair to fall about her shoulders, and over her face. Through it she smiled up at him, and there was something in that smile which made Fairchild's heart beat faster than ever.