"No. Arizona is where I hang up my hat."
"What are you, then? A spy?"
"I reckon, maybeso." Steve admitted the thrust lightly. "Got time to hear all about it, captain?"
"Go ahead."
The range-rider told it, the whole story, so far as it could be related by him. Such details as his modesty omitted Holcomb's imagination was easily able to supply.
The Texan paced up and down the room with the long, light, military stride.
"And you say Pasquale has been with her all day—that he ate lunch with her and is riding with her now?"
"Yes. Just watch his eyes when he looks at her if you're in doubt about the old villain. There's a tiger look in them, and something else that's worse." Yeager chanced to glance out of the window. "Here they come now back from their ride. Why not meet them as they alight?"
The captain reached for his hat and led the way down the street. Cabenza followed him, a step or two in the rear. They reached headquarters just as Pasquale lifted Ruth from the saddle. He held her for a moment in his strong arms and grinned down at her frightened, fascinated eyes.
"Adios, chatita!" he murmured, his little eyes dancing with triumph.