"How do I know. I just know it, that's all," she retorted.
"Intuition?"
"Maybe."
And then Bob told her what he suspected and why.
"I knew it," she declared, her eyes flashing fire, as soon as he had finished.
"Then you think I'm right?"
"Of course, you're right. Didn't I tell you he's crooked?"
"But how can I prove it?"
"You can't. That is you can't till something happens but, you take my word for it, something'll happen before many days go by. Those fellows are short on patience and don't wait long. You'll see."
It was two nights later when something happened which proved to Bob, at least, that both Sue and he were right in their judgment of Los Varney. He woke up sometime during the night and, for some reason which he could not fathom, was unable to go to sleep again. He turned first on one side and then on the other, but it was no use. He was not conscious that he had heard anything or that anything had awakened him. Finally he determined to get a drink of water and slipped quietly from the bed careful not to disturb his brother.