He answered indifferently:
“I had a visitor.”
“There were two in the neighborhood,” returned Natachee. “I saw their tracks just before dark.”
Hugh told how only one man had talked with him but that he thought he had caught a glimpse of another.
“That was the Lizard,” said Natachee. “I would know his tracks anywhere. I have seen them often. His right foot turns in in a peculiar way and his boot heels are always worn on the inside.”
Hugh Edwards caught his breath.
“Do you think they were——“
“After you?” Natachee finished for him. “I can’t say yet. It might be. What was the man who talked with you like?”
Hugh described the stranger.
“Medium height, rather heavy, black hair, eyes very dark, a Mexican, or at least part Mexican, I would say.”