"I'll gamble you've heard all we've been talking about," he said.

"That would be you, all right! So you don't need any wising up.

Come on; I want to catch the chief before he goes off somewhere." To see the three of them go down the stairs and out upon the street and across it into Mexico,--which to Jean seemed very queer,--you would never dream of the quest that had brought them together down here on the border.

Even Jean was smiling, in a tired, anxious way.

She walked close to Lite and never once asked him how he came to be there, or why.