‘Oh, yes. Papa always allows for that. He says it wouldn’t be Mexico—if there wasn’t some trouble in the air.’
‘No special trouble lately—things comin’ to a head?’
‘Oh, let’s go back!’ trembled the voice from behind the big necktie.
‘Just take it easy, lady,’ in Slim’s gentlest corral tones.
‘Things are always coming to a head down here,’ said Miss Burton.
‘I know,’ said Cal, ‘I can understand just how you feel. But we’re concerned, especially Elbert here. If you knew that boy as well as I do, you’d seen by his face that he’s sick with concern right now.’
‘Oh, Florabel!’ said Mary Gertling. ‘Can’t we ask them to go with us? I’ll breathe so much easier.’
‘Oh, let’s!’ faintly from the little one, whom they called Imogen.
‘Why, we’ll be down there in an hour, before it’s really dark!’ Florabel objected, but finally gave way.