“You want to talk with a bank robber?” exclaimed Eddie. “Why you ain't crazy are you, Miss Barbara?”
“No, I'm not crazy; but I want to speak with him alone for just a moment, Eddie—please.”
Eddie hesitated. He knew that Grayson would be angry if he let the boss's daughter into that back room alone with an outlaw and a robber, and the boss himself would probably be inclined to have Eddie drawn and quartered; but it was hard to refuse Miss Barbara anything.
“Where is he?” she asked.
Eddie jerked a thumb in the direction of the door. The key still was in the lock.
“Go to the window and look at the moon, Eddie,” suggested the girl. “It's perfectly gorgeous tonight. Please, Eddie,” as he still hesitated.
Eddie shook his head and moved slowly toward the window.
“There can't nobody refuse you nothin', miss,” he said; “'specially when you got your heart set on it.”
“That's a dear, Eddie,” purred the girl, and moved swiftly across the room to the locked door.
As she turned the key in the lock she felt a little shiver of nervous excitement run through her. “What sort of man would he be—this hardened outlaw and robber—this renegade American who had cast his lot with the avowed enemies of his own people?” she wondered.