“Lawless no kill um yet. Him wait till he kill um Pa-e-has-ka.”
“Why didn’t he kill me a while ago, when he had the chance?”
“Him wait to kill you another way. Nuzhee Mona!”
Here were the same words that had already aroused the curiosity of the scout and his pards. Wah-coo-tah, it was now proved, had spoken them in the basement of the Alcazar, pinned them to the hotel door with the dagger, and written them in smoke on the roof of the level.
“How did you get here, Wah-coo-tah?” asked the scout.
“Come by secret door in rocks,” answered the girl.
“Have you been trying to warn me, and keep me away?”
“Ai, but Pa-e-has-ka no stay away. Him here now, and him die.”
“Why did you leave the hotel like you did?”
Wah-coo-tah glared over the scout’s shoulder at Dell Dauntless.