The girl caught the fellow’s suggestion with desperate eagerness.
“But you won’t help him—you—you couldn’t do such a thing. You came to save me.”
Then, as she saw the expression of the Lizard’s face, her voice broke and she faltered:
“That is what you mean, isn’t it?”
“What I mean depends on you. When Sonora Jack wanted me t’ come along an’ help him git you into Mexico, I seen th’ chanct I been a long time waitin’ fer. Hit’d be plumb easy t’ git shet of that half-breed Mex anywhere this side of th’ line. With th’ outfit we got, you an’ me could make hit on west t’ Yuma an’ California easy.”
The girl was watching him as if she were under a spell. The look in his shifty eyes, the expression of his loose mouth fascinated her.
“But,” he added deliberately, “you’ll have t’ go as my woman.”
With a low cry, the girl hid her face:
“No! no!! no!!!”
“You kin take your choice. I’ll help Sonora Jack sell ye t’ that feller in Mexico er ye kin go with me.”