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They shook hands again, and MacDonald drove on ahead of him the saddled horses and the pack. And as Aldous turned back toward the bungalow old Donald was mumbling low in his beard again, "God ha' mercy on me, but I'm doin' it for her an' Johnny for her an' Johnny!" Half an hour later Blackton had shown Aldous to his room and bath.
But before I do that I want your word that you will repeat nothing of what I say to another person even your wife." Blackton nodded. "Go on," he said. "I've suspected a thing or two, Aldous. I'll give you my word. Go on." As briefly as possible, and without going deeply into detail, Aldous told of Quade and his plot to secure possession of Joanne. "And this is his work," he finished.
"Lord bless me!" exclaimed Blackton, who seemed to understand at last. "There's no danger not a bit!" "But I'd rather look at it from outside, Paul, dear," said Mrs. Blackton. "But Peggy if it went off now you'd be in just as bad shape out here!" "I don't think we'd be quite so messy, really I don't, dear," she persisted. "Lord bless me!" he gasped.
Near the end of the street a crowd was gathering, and here, for a moment, Blackton stopped his team within fifty feet of the objects of attraction. A slim, exquisitely formed woman in shimmering silk was standing beside a huge brown bear. Her sleek black hair, shining as if it had been oiled, fell in curls about her shoulders. Her rouged lips were smiling.
"I'm going in and clean up for to-night's fireworks." A question was in Aldous' mind, but he did not put it in words. He wanted to know about Quade and Culver Rann. "Blackton is such a ridiculously forgetful fellow at times that I don't want to rouse his alarm," he said to MacDonald as they were riding toward the corral a few minutes later.
And I'm crazy to see that bear you were telling me about," she added. Nothing could have suited Aldous more than this suggestion. He was sure that Quade, following his own and Culver Rann's old methods, had already prepared stories about Joanne, and he not only wanted Quade's friends but all of Tête Jaune as well to see Joanne in the company of Mrs. Paul Blackton and her husband.
In that time he could take some one into his confidence, probably Blackton and his wife. In fact, as he thought the circumstances over, he saw the necessity of confiding in the Blacktons that very night. He left the station, growing a bit nervous. Was it right for him to take Joanne to his cabin at all? He had a tremendous desire to do so, chiefly on account of Quade.
At her words a joy that was like the heat of a fire leaped into his brain. "For me?" he said. "Afraid for me?" "Yes. Why shouldn't I be, if I know that you are in danger?" she asked quietly. "And now, since last night, and the discovery of your secret by these men, I am terrified. Quade has followed you here. Mrs. Blackton told me that Culver Rann was many times more dangerous than Quade.
Tell the ladies anything you can think of something reasonable. The truth is, I went through a window a window with plenty of glass in it. Now how the deuce can I explain going through a window like a gentleman?" With folded arms, Blackton inspected him thoughtfully for a moment. "You can't," he said. "But I don't think you went through a window.
They had stopped close to a huge flat rock, and on this rock men were at work fitting wires to a little boxlike thing that had a white button-lever. Paul Blackton pointed to this, and his face was flushed with excitement. "That's the little thing that's going to blow it up, Miss Gray the touch of your finger on that little white button.
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