"Yes! I know...."
He caught at her hand.
"Come! On the run. Before that madman gets back. We'll clean up on the whole crowd of them!"
But she jerked her hand away.
"There are certain things I don't understand.... Did you see the other night when he took Mexicali Joe out of their hands?"
"I saw; yes. It happened that I had just overhauled them at that minute! I could have cried for rage! He had a rifle, damn him, and was aching to use it! They laid down before him like pups...."
"And you?"
"What could I do, with a rotten stick in my hands!"
She looked up at him curiously.
"And, to-day?"