Peggy grinned. “So much the better for us. I, for one, never want to see them.”
“I’ve got to find out their plans some way or other.”
As before, they rode down the mountain, then left their horses and the burro at the rough thatched shed where their car was stored.
“Let’s give this shed a name,” Peggy suggested as they climbed into the car.
“All right,” Jo Ann agreed. “How about calling it Jitters’ House? That’s what it is now. It’s the first time the garage was so far away that I had to ride horseback to get to it.”
Peggy smiled. “Hereafter, then, this is Jitters’ House.”
On nearing the Mexican woman’s shack Jo Ann began looking eagerly to see if the pottery were still piled up beside it.
“Good!” she exclaimed. “The pottery’s still there. That means the men haven’t——” She stopped in the middle of her sentence. José was beginning to understand English much better now that he was staying at Mr. Eldridge’s home, and so might be able to get an inkling of what she was talking about.
As it was, Peggy understood, since Jo Ann had been worrying all the way down the mountain lest the pottery and the men should be gone.
Jo Ann drove straight to Pedro’s store, the scheduled meeting place again, as it had been the day they had all driven from the city. There was no sign of Florence’s small trim figure to be seen outside the store or inside.