“Is it so warm in California?”
“In spots. You can find all the climates there. I never stepped on snow till I came here, to the City of Green Hills; and there’s very little here.”
They walked up and down the narrow paths in the nursery, examining the sprouting cuttings growing in close rows, and the long heaped rows of earth where the bulbs would soon send forth their green shoots, Sydney freely giving of his small fund of information.
Suddenly from the farther end where the nursery abutted against a vacant block well hidden under a thick young forest growth, a voice hailed them, and a sinister face peered from behind a fir tree.
“Come with me, or I’ll make it hot for all that outfit you’re with, you—” He ended with unprintable oaths.
“That’s he! I must go! If I don’t he’ll hurt her—rob—or burn!” Max gave Sydney a look of utter disappointment and started off.