"To-day?" His hands hardened in his grip upon his club. "To-day, I tell you, I followed them into your camp and I saw. Mexicali Joe...."
"You are after Mexicali Joe's gold, Babe Deveril?"
"As you are! That brought us both into Big Pine in the beginning and then into the rest of it."
"And you were ... afraid to come into camp while Bruce Standing was still here?"
He laughed at her, the old light laughter of debonair Babe Deveril.
"Afraid? Call it that if you like." He shrugged carelessly. "Yet, with an oak club against a man with a modern rifle...."
"Do you remember the last time? How he threw his rifle away?"
Deveril flushed hotly.
"Some day," he muttered, "when it's an even break...."
"What do you want with me, Babe Deveril?"