She breathed hard for a moment.
"Since I've known you I've doubted, but I couldn't turn back. You despise me, Jim, but in a way I have done good. I made them respect me. I have restrained them. I think, because I have been with them, I have saved lives. And always I had planned at the end to punish them as they deserved. But now—in a trap. We're like mice in a trap, Jim. I've done that to you. They'll find me out now, and what's behind the mask, too. They'll kill us both. They'll have to. Listen!"
"We'll make a fight of it, Nora," he said grimly. "No matter what I do, trust me."
"Hush!" she breathed. "I think the door is open."
"I'm going to flash the light," he answered.
"No. I know they are here. I know they are in the room. I hear—"
He snapped the button. The white shaft pierced the darkness. Nora had been right. Slim and three others with ready revolvers were half way across the room. Garth put his finger to his lips.
"Sh—h," he said. "Wait! Don't come any closer."
"What's wrong, Simmons?" Slim whipped out. "Who called? That's George. What—"
"He got fresh with the girl," Garth answered.