“As soon as I get my second wind,” I said hurriedly, “we’ll start another little session. But you’ve got to beat it. Make for the woods. Once you’re there, you ought to be able to hide from them. Do you understand?”
“You don’t think I’m going to run out on you three, do you?” Myra demanded fiercely.
“We’re all in this together.”
“Famous last words,” I said, thinking it was pretty fine of her. “You get out and don’t be a little fool. They’ll give you hell when they start on you and besides who’s going to pay 50,000 dollars for you?”
“Why, you big drip!” Myra said angrily. “Wouldn’t you pay that for me?”
“Look out behind,” I said and tried to struggle to my feet. Pablo, losing patience, was coming over like an express train. He caught Myra before she could even begin to move.
“Now,” he said, shaking her, “we talk no more and we go!”
“Take your hands off me!” she sad furiously. “Do you hear? Get back into your skin, you fat sausage!”
Then it happened.
There was a sudden puff of white smoke that enveloped Pablo and when it had cleared away, he had vanished.