"Who? What are you talking about?"
Something in her husband"s inexplicable agitation, something in the hunted, desperate way in which his eyes were running over the room, alarmed Alaire.
Ed utterly disregarded her question. Catching sight of the telephone, which stood upon a stand in the far corner of the room, he ran to it and, s.n.a.t.c.hing the receiver, violently oscillated the hook.
"Don"t do that!" Alaire cried, following him. "Wait! It mustn"t get out."
"h.e.l.lo! Give me the Lewis ranch--quick--I"ve forgotten the number."
With his free hand Ed held his wife at a distance, muttering harshly: "Get away now! I know what I"m doing. Get away--d.a.m.n you!" He flung Alaire from him as she tried to s.n.a.t.c.h the instrument out of his hands.
"What do you want of Lewis?" she panted.
"None of your business. You keep away or I"ll hurt you."
"Ed!" she cried, "Are you out of your mind? You mustn"t--"
Their voices were raised now, heedless of the two people In the adjoining room.
"Keep your hands off, I tell you. h.e.l.lo! Is that you, Tad?" Again Austin thrust his wife violently aside. "Listen! I"ve just learned that Dave Law and old man Jones have crossed over to dig up Ricardo"s body.
Yes, to-night! They"re over there now--be back inside of an hour."
Alaire leaned weakly against the table, her frightened eyes fixed upon the speaker. Even yet she could not fully grasp the meaning of her husband"s behavior and tried to put aside those fears that were distracting her. Perhaps, after all, she told herself, Ed was taking his own way to--
"Yes! They aim to discover how he was killed and all about it. Sure! I suppose they found out where he was buried. They crossed at my pumping-plant, and they"ll be back with the body to-night, if they haven"t already--" The speaker"s voice broke, his hand was shaking so that he could scarcely retain his hold upon the telephone. "How the h.e.l.l do I know?" he chattered. "It"s up to you. You"ve got a machine--"
"ED!" cried the wife. She went toward him on weak, unsteady feet, but she halted as the voice of Longorio cut in sharply:
"What"s this I hear? Ricardo Guzman"s body?" Husband and wife turned.
The open double-door to the living-room framed the tall figure of the Mexican general.
XIX
RANGERS
Longorio stared first at the huddled, perspiring man beside the telephone and then at the frightened woman. "Is that the truth?" he demanded, harshly.
"Yes," Austin answered. "They are bringing the body to this side. You know what that means."
"Did you know this?" The general turned upon Alaire. Of the four he was the least excited.
From the background Paloma quavered: "You told us Ricardo was not dead, so--it is all right. There is no--harm done."
A brief silence ensued, then Longorio shrugged. "Who knows? Let us hope that he suffered no harm on Mexican soil. That would be serious, indeed; yes, very serious, for I have given my word to your government.
This--David Law--" he p.r.o.nounced the name carefully, but with a strange, foreign accent--"he is a reckless person to defy the border regulations. It is a grave matter to invade foreign territory on such a mission." Longorio again bent his brilliant eyes upon Alaire. "I see that you are concerned for his safety. You would not desire him to come to trouble, eh? He has done you favors; he is your friend, as I am.
Well"--a mirthless smile exposed his splendid white teeth--"we must think of that. Now I will bid you good night."
"Where are you going?" demanded Miss Jones.
"To the river, and then to Romero. I may be needed, for those men of mine are stupid fellows and there is danger of a misunderstanding. In the dark anything may happen. I should like to meet this David Law; he is a man of my own kind." Turning to "Young Ed," he said: "There is reason for haste, and a horse moves slowly. Would you do me the favor, if you have an automobile--"
"No! I won"t!" Ed declared. "I don"t want to see the Rio Grande to-night. I won"t be involved--"
"But you are already involved. Come! There is no time to waste, and I have something to say to you. You will drive me to the river, and my horse will remain here until I return for him."
There was no mistaking the command in Longorio"s tone; the master of Las Palmas rose as if under compulsion. He took his hat, and the two men left the room.
"Oh, my G.o.d!" Paloma gasped. "They"ll be in time, and so will the Lewis gang."
"Quick! Ed will take his runabout--we"ll follow in my car." Alaire fled to make herself ready. A few moments later she looked out from her window and saw the headlights of Ed"s runabout flash down the driveway to the road; then she and Paloma rushed to the garage where the touring-car stood.
"They"ll never expect us to follow them"--Alaire tried to speak hopefully--"and we"ll drive without lights. Maybe we"ll get there in time, after all." As the machine rolled out through the gate she elaborated the half-formed plan that had come to her: "The brush is thick along the river; we can leave the car hidden and steal up to the pump-house. When we hear the boat coming maybe we can call out in time to warn your father."
"The moon is rising," Paloma half sobbed. "They"ll be sure to see us.
Do you think we"re ahead of Tad Lewis?"
"Oh yes. He hasn"t had time to get here yet, but--he"ll come fast when he starts. This is the only plan I can think of."
Alaire drove as swiftly as she dared, following the blurred streak of gray that was the road, and taking the b.u.mps with utter recklessness.
Already the yellow rim of the moon was peering over the horizon to her right, and by its light she found the road that turned abruptly toward the Rio Grande, a mile or more distant. The black mud from the last heavy rain had hardened; the ruts in this side road were deep, and the car leaped and plunged, flinging its occupants from side to side. Ahead loomed the dark ridge of the river thickets, a dense rampart of mesquite, ebony, and coma, with here and there a taller alamo or hackberry thrusting itself skyward. But even before they were sheltered from the moonlight Paloma saw the lights of another automobile approaching along the main-traveled highway behind them--the lights, evidently, of Tad Lewis"s machine. A moment later Alaire"s car drove into the black shadows, but, fearing to switch on her headlights, she felt her way cautiously between the walls of foliage until at her right another opening showed, like a narrow arroyo, diverging from the one they followed. Into this she swerved, regardless of the fact that it was half grown up with brush. Th.o.r.n.y branches swept the sides of the machine; rank, dew-soaked gra.s.s rose to the height of the tonneau. The car came to a jolting pause, then the motor ceased its purring, and the two women sat motionless, listening for the rattle of the on-coming machine. It had been a short, swift, exciting ride. "Young Ed"s"
runabout could not be many minutes ahead of them.
Alaire knew the Tad Lewis car, an old-style, cheap affair, which advertised its mechanical imperfections by a loud clashing of gears and a noisy complaint of loose parts; therefore, when the leafy canon walls behind her hiding-place were brilliantly illuminated and a car stole silently past at low speed, she seized Paloma by the arm and whispered:
"That"s not Lewis."
"Who is it? It can"t be Ed."
"No, he and Longorio are ahead of us. It"s another motor entirely."
The women got out, then breasted the high gra.s.s and brambles between their hiding-place and the pump-house road. As soon as they were back in the trail they made all possible speed, speculating meanwhile upon the mystery of the unknown car. Emerging into the clearing which surrounded the power-plant, they discovered the machine in question standing dark and deserted in the shadows. Evidently the driver, whoever he was, well knew what he was about, and had not blundered upon this place by accident. A hundred yards away they could now see the ghostly Rio Grande, its saffron surface faintly silvered by the low moon; lights gleamed from the windows of Morales"s house. In the distance the vague outlines of the Mexican sh.o.r.e were resolving themselves, and far beyond winked the evidence that some belated citizens of Romero were still awake.
Paloma had brought with her the long-barreled Winchester rifle, and this she clutched nervously as she and Alaire stood whispering.
Conditions were favorable for an approach to the pump-house itself, for two ridges of earth, perhaps eight feet high, thrown up like parallel furrows from a giant plow, marked the beginning of the irrigation ditch, and in the shadow of these the women worked their way forward, un.o.bserved. They had nearly reached their goal when out into the clearing behind them, with metallic rattle and clang, burst another automobile, and Paloma whispered, excitedly:
"There"s the Lewis outfit at last."
In the Lewis car were several men. They descended hurriedly, and when one of them ran around the front of the car to turn off its lights both women saw that he carried a rifle. Evidently Tad Lewis had come prepared for desperate measures.
A small door gave entrance to the boiler-room, and into the lock of this Mrs. Austin fitted a key; the next moment she and Paloma were safely inside. They found themselves in utter darkness now, with a smooth brick floor beneath their feet and a strong odor of oil and burnt fuel in their nostrils.
Alaire was agreeably surprised in Paloma Jones, for, although the girl was wrought to a pitch of hysterical excitement, she had, nevertheless, retained her wits; nor had she faltered in the slightest. It was evident that the fighting blood of her father was aroused in her, for she said, calmly:
"When it gets light enough to shoot, I"m going to get Tad Lewis."