Leaving Ansell to help the woman, I went downstairs and joined Bogle on the verandah. I ordered two large beers and then sat down a little wearily on the iron bench by Bogle’s side.
“Think she’ll be all right?” Bogle asked.
I was surprised at the concern in his voice.
“I guess so,” I said, not feeling much like talking. “I don’t know.”
There was a pause, then Bogle said: “What do you think was in that hut?”
I mopped my face and neck with my handkerchief. “I haven’t thought about it,” I returned shortly, because I didn’t want to think about it.
He fidgeted for a moment. “You don’t believe that witchcraft stuff Doc was talking about, do you?”
“Hell, no!”
He seemed relieved. “Do you think she’s got the snake-bite dope?”
I’d forgotten all about that. I sat up with a jerk. I remembered that I’d have Bastino on my hands to-morrow. He would be coming down from the hills to discuss the final move for the kidnapping. Thinking of Myra up there in that little room and seeing in my mind her white, strained face made the kidnapping impossible. I couldn’t submit her to another shock. Then, on the other hand, there was the 25,000 dollars I’d have to pass up and maybe get fired for queering Maddox’s stunt.