“And so you are on your way to San Antonio to tell her?”
“Yes, to tell her; and also to keep her out of the clutches of a hawk of a Louisville lawyer who’s interested himself in the case.”
Ned Chandler looked at his friend; but Walter was still quiet and still had the steady look in his eyes.
“Good enough,” thought Ned. “He’ll not do anything unless they force him.”
“So,” said the planter, who was conversing with Colonel Huntley, “the birds of prey have smelled out the money, have they?”
“Yes,” replied the colonel, switching at his boot leg with the stick. “As soon as the news went abroad that there was a rich haul to be had, this particular shark began to stir himself. He claims to be the executor of the estate; he has a lot of useless papers, and has sent emissaries to Texas to get possession of the girl.”
The planter laughed.
“Well, he’s energetic, at all events,” said he. “But what’s his name?”
“Jordan,” answered Huntley.
An exclamation of surprise came from the planter.