"Pablo," called Barbara, "do as I told you."
The Mexican leading the horses moved on toward the hitching place. Texas scratched his head in a puzzled way, while Pat grinned. "Will ye roll that in yer cigarette an' shmoke it, Uncle Tex?"
"I'll have to take a shot at that fool greaser for this," returned
Texas.
"You'll do no such thing," declared the young woman. "You know he couldn't help himself."
"Be the Powers, ut's us that should know that same!"
"But honey, you can't stay here. There's goin' to be trouble—real trouble."
"I know it, Uncle Tex, that's why I came to help."
"To help!" The two men looked at her in amazement.
Before they could find words for a question Pablo came running back to them: "They're coming, Senorita! Senor Tex! They're coming!"
He was right. Texas Joe caught Barbara by the arm and with the three men she ran into the building just as the crowd of Mexican and Indian laborers reached the outer edge of the lighted space.