“Solace or Honeydew?” she inquired, her hands already on the assortment of tobacco underneath the bar.
“Dew,” was Nick’s laconic answer.
And then it was that the Girl heard for the first time the sound of the galloping hoofs; startled for the moment, she inquired somewhat uneasily:
“Who’s this, I wonder?”
But no sooner were the words spoken than a voice outside in the darkness sung out sharply:
“Hello!”
“Hello!” instantly returned another voice, which the Girl recognised at once as being that of the Deputy.
“Big holdup last night at The Forks!” the first voice was now saying.
“Holdup!” repeated several voices outside in tones of excitement.
“Ramerrez—” went on the first voice, at which ominous word all, including Ashby, began to exchange significant glances as they echoed: