No sooner were the words spoken than he regretted them. Connie’s smile faded and a tired look came over her face.
“Yes,” she replied.
And then, pulling her jacket more closely about her throat, she added: “It’s getting chilly. Let’s be going home.”
CHAPTER XII
An Argument
In the excitement of preparing for the expected guests Connie forgot entirely Forest Blakeman’s warning concerning Jim Barrows. She had meant to question him about his activities on the day of the rodeo but somehow the opportunity never presented itself. She did not believe that he could have had anything to do with the holdup at Eagle Pass.
Early Monday morning a high powered limousine drove into the courtyard, bringing Mr. Postil, his small granddaughter, and the Grimes family. The latter consisted of F. P. Grimes, a distinguished railroad official, his son Cecil, and daughter, Helena.
Connie and the cowboys were on hand to greet the guests and to make them welcome. Helena, who appeared to be about eighteen, was a pretty, dark haired girl, dressed in a modish white suit. She gazed about with undisguised distaste as she alighted from the car.
“I don’t think I shall like this place at all,” Connie heard her say to her father. “Why, it’s nothing but a run-down cattle farm.”
Cecil, several years older than his sister, looked equally pained as he gazed about the courtyard.
“My man,” he said, addressing Lefty in a condescending tone, “will you be good enough to show me to my room?”