But he knew that it was late. He had seen the light in Marta’s window go out two hours ago.
Again the knocking sounded.
In desperation he threw open the door.
CHAPTER XX
THE ONLY CHANCE
“The rabbit that is caught by the fox does not dictate to his captor.”
SILENTLY the white man drew back.
The Indian stepped into the cabin and softly closed the door.
Edwards waited for his visitor to speak, while the red man gazed at him with a hint of that fleeting, shadowy smile of cruel pleasure and satisfaction.
“I returned from Tucson this afternoon,” he said at last. “I came back to my place another way, over the mountains from the south. When the sun was gone I came down here to you.”