The men stood looking at the baron.
“Go avay!” he shouted at them.
They moved over to the side of the woman, though not because he had ordered them off.
Under the light of the lamp she looked pale and worn; but perhaps that was largely because the paint had come off her face.
“The light hurts my eyes,” she urged.
Gopher Gabe turned on his heel.
“Oh, they’re all right,” he said. “We’ll go back into the house and have a talk now.”
“You wouldn’t want to see where I’ve cached some of the gold I’ve been gettin’ by my secret process?” asked the Fool.
Williams perked up his head, showing his thieving interest; but the others, particularly Gopher Gabe, did not seem so interested.
“I think I won’t show it—now,” said Uncle Sam. “Williams looks as if he’d like to steal it.”