Did she guess who they were?
Belle Demona turned aside at the first corner and rode into another thoroughfare.
"I'll wait and see," she said.
Riding down a narrow alley, still dark, she reined in her steed and turned his face toward the street.
There, with the revolver in her hand, she sat upright in the silken saddle and watched the mouth of the alley.
Not a muscle moved.
Like a hunted creature, this magnificent woman, beautiful despite her wild and reckless life, awaited the appearance of the three men.
Presently she caught the sound of hoofs and leaned forward.
"They will soon be here, and then——"