“You tried to help me, Mr. Gordon, and I am deeply grateful for that,” she said. The words look simple enough set down here. But the tone in which she said them, and the extended hand and the grateful little squeeze she gave my fingers, all seemed to express so much that I was more puzzled over them than I was over the robbery.
CHAPTER IV
SOME RATHER QUEER ROAD AGENTS
“You had better come back to the car, Miss Cullen,” remarked Lord Ralles, after a pause.
But she declined to do so, saying she wanted to know what I was going to telegraph; and he left us, for which I wasn’t sorry. I told her of the good news I had to send, and she wanted to know if now we would try to catch the road agents. I set her mind at rest on that score.
“I think they’ll give us very little trouble to bag,” I added, “for they are so green that it’s almost pitiful.”
“In not cutting the wires?” she asked.
“In everything,” I replied. “But the worst botch is their waiting till we had just passed the Arizona line. If they had held us up an hour earlier, it would only have been State’s prison.”
“And what will it be now?”