He caught her meaning; he glanced down at the thick green club in his hands.
"I came to do what I could for you. That ugly brute stood up against me. I had no gun; I knew Standing was armed. I thought that maybe he had left his rifle in camp."
"What did Thor do to you that you should have done this to him?"
"Thor? That dog? He showed teeth and ... Look here, Lynette Brooke; now's your one chance. I've gone through hell to come to you...."
"Tell me," she cried. "When did you come?..."
Deveril was as tense as a finely drawn steel wire. Again she marked that hard glint in his dark eyes.
"It is up to you to do the telling!" he shot back at her. "I stood back there in the trees; I saw that damned henchman of his and Mexicali Joe come up to you! Joe, I've been following for days! I had no rifle; no weapon of any kind and both Standing and Winch were armed. But I could watch! Joe was terribly excited; I saw his waving arms. I heard him yelling...."
"Yes," said Lynette. "And then?"
"And then?" exclaimed Deveril. "What then? You know what we came for, don't you? You as well as I?"