“She’s made a hit with Quintl,” Ansell said uneasily. “They wanted her to stay.”
I looked from one to the other, “I don’t get it. How long do you think she’s going to stay there?”
Bogle took off his hat and scratched his head, “Brother,” he said, “them Indians scared the pants off me. I didn’t want to argue with them.”
“Quiet, Bogle,” Ansell said sharply. “Let me explain.”
“You’d better,” I said, feeling mad. “What the hell’s been happening?”
“The truth is, she overdid it!’ Ansell said. “I warned her, but she kept pulling tricks and I guess the Indians fell for her. They think she’s a reincarnated goddess.”
“So what?”
“They won’t let her go,” Ansell said miserably. “We tried to get her away, but they got nasty about it.”
“Knives,” Bogle said, with a little shiver. “Great big knives as long as my arm. I tell you, Bud, they scared me.”
“So you left her, eh?” I said, feeling blood pounding in my ears. “That was a swell thing to do. What sort of men are you—you yellow-gutted monkeys!”