Innes saw Rickard at his long pine table used for a desk.
“I can see it all from here.” Not for money would the sister of Tom Hardin go in!
Estrada saw by her face that the hope of conciliating the ex-manager by the sister was a false trail. She threw a curt nod to MacLean whom her glance just caught.
“Where are we going now?”
“I’m planning a trip to Arizona!” he returned. “You think this is all play. Now I’m going to show you the ‘stokers.’”
A few minutes later, he called out to her: “Step high!”
She looked at the ground, and then inquiringly at him. The ground was as flat as a hardwood floor.
“You are crossing the line,” he announced. “You are now in Arizona.”
“I thought the Indian camp was in Mexico, too?”
“No, across the river to avoid custom’s duty. See those roofs of boughs?”