Murray looked from Bill Hobbs to Claire, and choked down the questions that rose to his lips.
"When do you want to go?"
"Now," said the girl quietly. "I'll get my things in a few minutes."
"How long do you want to stay?"
"Until we hear from my father."
"Hadn't I better see him——?"
"No. He wants me to go at once."
Murray scratched his red thatch, more embarrassed and put to confusion than he cared to admit. This thing was preposterous on its face! No reason assigned—nothing but the request to take this girl away out there to the Morongo Valley, for an indefinite stay!
He looked helplessly at Bill Hobbs. "Willyum, can you take care of Sandy?"
"Sure," asserted Willyum, wide-eyed.