"And Jeff," hazarded the bandit-chieftain.
"No—o."
"Who, then?" demanded the great desperado, his voice harsh and stern.
"It's T—Tim."
"Tim Mason? What on earth's he doing here?"
"He—he came down to meet me," faltered his sister.
"Did your mother know he was coming down?"
But ere Susie could reply, Tim took the bull by the horns, exclaiming:
"She did not! But it's all right."