“A man I’ve sworn to take to Texas along with me. A brave, noble man, though his skin be—. But never mind now. I’ll tell you all about it by-and-by. Meanwhile we must get ready. There’s not a moment to lose. A single day wasted, and I may be too late to settle scores with Richard Darke. There’s some one else in danger from him—”
Here Clancy’s utterance becomes indistinct, as if his voice were stifled by strong emotion.
“Some one else!” echoes Sime, interrupting; “who mout ye mean, Clancy?”
“Her.”
“That air’s Helen Armstrong. I don’t see how she kin be in any danger from Dick Darke. Thet ere gurl hev courage enuf to take care o’ herself, an’ the spirit too. Besides, she’ll hev about her purtectors a plenty.”
“There can be no safety against an assassin. Who should know that better than I? Woodley, that man’s wicked enough for anything.”
“Then, let’s straight to Texas!”