“Yaquis?”
“Might be. And ag’in it might be the rebels.”
“Who is the rebels now? Johnny’s bunch?” asked O’Grady.
“Search me. I suppose this here state of Sonora is fighting the rest, but I don’t see that they’ve got any call to burn an Englishman’s property. This here Mrs. Conrad’s English, too, ain’t she?”
“No, she ain’t English, she’s good plain American, Came from Boston, same as Hard,” said O’Grady.
“Well, don’t an American woman lose her nationality when she marries a foreigner?” demanded Tom, wisely.
“She’d ought to if she marries an Englishman,” replied O’Grady, belligerently. “But don’t she get it back if he dies?”
“Hanged if I know! Woman’s suffrage has come up since I left home,” replied Johnson, placidly. “Anyhow, I’m going to walk to Conejo and see if I can’t find out something about Casa Grande.”
“Walk? Holy Moses! I’ll go with you.”
“No, you won’t. Somebody’s got to stay here and look after Mrs. Van and Jimmy. The Doc can’t fight and Williams don’t think of anything but the store. You and Miller have got to do the rest.”