"Mr. Yeager, I—wanted to ask you about—about the holdup."
"What about it, Miss Ruth?"
"Did you—know any of them?"
"How could I? They were masked." His eyes had taken on a film of wariness that blotted out for the moment their kindness.
"I didn't know—I thought, perhaps,—" She tried a new start. "Did you say that three of them were Mexicans?"
"Two of them," he corrected.
There was the least quiver of her lip. "The others were—both big men, didn't you say?"
"I didn't say."
A footstep sounded on the crisp gravel walk. Steve looked up, in time to catch the flash of warning menace Harrison sent toward the girl.
"Mr. Yeager has been having a pipe-dream, Ruth. Don't wake him up," jeered the heavy.