“When could you have telegraphed?” he asked. “They have been guarding the roads ever since the shooting.”
Stephen smiled. “When you jumped into that crowd, Knowlton, I sent Reade out through the back window of the office to send a telegram for help, and to get horses for them ready at the station camp.”
A light broke over McKay’s face. Walking up to Loring, he laid his hand on his shoulder.
“By God, Steve, I am proud of you!” he said. Then turning to the arc light which hung from the ceiling of the porch, he addressed it softly: “And that’s the man we fired!”
CHAPTER XVI
In the middle of the following September, Radlett arrived in Tucson from the East. He was on his way to pay his first visit to his property in Kay, since Stephen had taken charge. As he signed his name on the hotel register, his eye was caught by the names of the arrivals of the day before.
“Donald Cameron.”
“Miss Cameron.”