The judge hesitated. “That must remain between him and me. But I must see him—at once.”
“So?” the swarthy Mexican rumbled. “Is it something to do with Pete Cable?”
The judge nodded.
“Then I will take you to him—I think I know where he is, and I think I know where your niece is.”
“You do? Thank Heaven for that,” the judge cried fervently.
“You would exchange Pete Cable for your niece?”
“Yes! Yes!”
“Then we must go quickly and stop them before they take her across the border.” The Toad looked crafty.
The judge shuddered. He knew the man before him was not to be trusted, but he must take the chance.
Ten minutes later, the two were bowling along in a buckboard, headed for the lava fields.