The two watched in amazement as the dim confines of the weird valley flashed on the screen. They saw the shadowy bulk of the monster moving about. Then abruptly the scene changed, and Mary gasped.
"Brannan!" she choked. "But how evil he looks!"
"Oh, I don't know.... That's the way I picture him...."
"In a long cloak?" she asked.
"And with a dagger," he agreed.
Now Mary gasped again. "It's you—carrying me down a cliff!"
"Regular Batman, ain't I?"
She snorted. And snorted again as the film reached the point where she threw her arms around his neck and received his kiss.
"You don't like that?" he asked.
She tossed her head, but didn't reply. Her eyes were intent on the screen. Suddenly she snickered. "Look at you!" she exclaimed. "You'd think you were preparing to protect me from the Devil, or something, the way you push me behind that rock and get ready with your gun. What's coming next—Indians?"