“I can tell you,” said she, in a low, tense voice.
Her manner claimed the fullest attention of Nomad and Golightly. She was about to tell them something of vital importance—the fact stood out in her eyes.
“Don’t hang fire, gal,” urged Nomad. “Our ears aire wide open.”
“They took the buckboard and horses because the rig is known in Phœnix as belonging to Mr. McGowan,” said Dell.
“Waal, what o’ thet? Arter stealin’ ther rig ther scoundrels wouldn’t drive et inter Phœnix.”
“That is what they did, nevertheless,” was the girl’s surprising statement; “what is more, one of them unmasked and drove the rig.”
“Did ye see et in ther town?”
“I did. I had to go to Phœnix on ranch business to-day, and, as Annie McGowan is a friend of mine, and as I knew she was to arrive this morning, I went to the railroad-station to meet her.”
“An’ she come?” queried Golightly.
“She did. I talked with her a few minutes on the station platform.”