"Sure, we'll take the ladies!" insisted Bretton. "It will be quite an adventure for them."
Dumbly the Outlaw stared for a moment from the Gulf to the sky 140 and back to Jaffrey Bretton's smile again.
"You ain't forgotten Martha's little peculiarity, has you?" he whispered, "about red?" In frankly abject misery he began to retwirl his hat. "One of them ladies had red hair, I notices," he said.
With a whoop of joy, Jaffrey Bretton tossed back his own white head.
"I guess we could muffle it," he laughed.
But the Outlaw recognized no mirth in any thing at the moment.
"It ain't so easy to muffle ladies," he said.
"Oh, shucks!" persisted Jaffrey Bretton. "Trot along."
Reluctantly the Outlaw turned and started for his boat.
"My engine ain't running any too good," he confided plaintively.