The meek and mild young man leant over and spoke to him.
"If it's no trouble, driver," he said, "I wish you would order a cup of tea for me."
Bulger looked up at him with calculating curiosity, giving an eye at the same time to the strong box.
"Guess you'd best jump down an' have it at the bar," he suggested. "That yer dressin' case of yourn ain't got wings, I reckon. Still, if you'd ruther take it in the open air, I'll oblige."
And so deciding he disappeared into the saloon.
The girl turned half round, speaking for the first time to the man behind her.
"You are wise to keep your seat, stranger," she said softly.
He looked at her sharply, almost with suspicion.
"Why?" he questioned, glancing with even greater suspicion at her strangely silent and morose companion with the blue goggles.