Carmena shuddered as if seized with a fever chill, but pulled herself together. "All right. We'll go now."
She picked up her basket and backed out after the others, scrutinizing the floor to make certain they had left nothing to tell of their visit.
"It's a secret, Blossom," she cautioned. "Promise you'll never tell any one?"
"But—you'll have to tell Dad, Mena. He always goes in with Slade and Cochise to measure the mash—And you know he sometimes goes in first to start the cooking."
"Didn't I say I'd take care of Dad?" reassured Carmena.
Lennon stepped before her, his gray eyes wide with dread.
"Wait," he demanded. "What is it you plan to do? Elsie says your father's partners—— But I have told you the dynamite will destroy everything in the room. If you scheme to get those men in there, give me that key. I shall not permit such a trap to remain."
"Why not? You promised to help."
"Not this way. It would be cold-blooded murder."
"You say that when they——?"