“Not at all, but I purpose sleeping with one eye open. I shan't permit myself to feel concerned until they send more than two men after me—say eight or ten. A husky American ought to be willing to give these spiggoties a pull in the weights.”
His indifference appalled her; she leaned forward impulsively and laid a hand on his forearm. “But you must heed Don Juan's warning,” she declared seriously. “You must not go out alone at night.”
He grinned boyishly. “Of course not, Miss Ruey. You're going to ride out with me this evening.”
“I'm not. Don Juan's report has spoiled all that. I'll not subject you to risk.”
“Very well; then I shall drive out alone.”
“You're a despot, Mr. Webster—a regular despot.”
“Likewise a free agent.”
“I'll go with you.”
“I thought so.”
“You're—you're——”