“That’s why I was in such a hurry to start before he returned from the Agency. Ralph isn’t here, so I’m the only person who knows how to operate this gadget. I have to go through with it.”
“But why do you have to?” she demanded. “Why not leave it up to the Agency and the Navajo police?”
“Because I have only a hunch to go on—the kind of hunch that Mother says Kit Carson used to have. I haven’t any proof that Cavanaugh is planning to play some sort of dirty trick on the Indians tomorrow, or that his plans may depend on what comes over the beam. The police would laugh at me. I’ve got to do it my way.”
“I guess you do,” the girl agreed. “You’ll have to walk the rest of the way,” she added, driving the car off the trail and into a thicket as the lights shining from Cavanaugh’s trailer showed up on the skyline ahead.
When Sandy climbed out, strapped the “ear” to his chest and started away, she called him back sharply.
“Take your clothes off here and put them in the back of the jeep,” she commanded. “You’d never find them on the trail.”
“But....”
“Do as I say, silly. And hurry. I’m scared.”
“I’m scareder than you are, I’ll bet,” Sandy said grumpily as he obeyed.
The cold night wind hit his bare skin and he started shivering.