Then she went away alone in a taxi to the depot, and started on her journey with a six-shooter jostling a box of chocolates in her suit-case, and with her heart almost light again, now that she was at last following a clue that promised something at the other end.
It was all just as the nice young man had told her.

Jean arrived in Tucson, and she left on time, on the once-a-day train to Nogales.
Lite also arrived in Tucson on time, though Jean did not see him, since he descended from the chair car with some caution just as she went into the depot.

He did not depart on time as it happened; he was thirsty, and he went off to find something wetter than water to drink, and while he was gone the once-a-day train also went off through the desert.
Lite saw the last pair of wheels it owned go clipping over the switch, and he stood in the middle of the track and swore.

Then he went to the telegraph office and found out that a freight left for Nogales in ten minutes.

He hunted up the conductor and did things to his bank roll, and afterwards climbed into the caboose on the sidetrack.