“You better get a swig of whiskey ready for Tom,” suggested the brakeman, solicitously. “Them operations is ugly things.”
“I will,” said Mrs. Van, hurrying to the cabinet and taking down the bottle.
CHAPTER XIII
THE WAGON
Herrick stopped before they had gone a dozen yards from the house.
“Go on and find the women,” he said, curtly. “I have something to do before they come.”
“Something——” Scott stared at the little man uncomprehendingly.
“So. Do you want them to see those ugly bodies?” he pointed to the two dead Yaquis, stretched ghastly and plain in the moonlight. “I shall pull them into the shadow of the bushes.”