They suspected his connection with her, his knowledge of their purpose; they knew of his presence the night before at the shaft-house of Lacy's mine; they would "get" him, if they could, and by no such simple methods as they got her.

If she could only have warned him; if he was only placed on guard before they were ready to act--"if"---- Suddenly the girl's slender body grew taut, and her thin white, delicate hands clutched the granite wall back of her, and into her grey eyes crept the light of terror, a terror that was new and strange to her, a nameless clutching fear that her varied experiences in the city had never brought her, an insidious, terrible fright for her bodily safety.

Her delicate ears, strained under their spun-brown covering of hair--there was no doubt of it; she heard footsteps in the passageway.
Juan Cateras with his leering, lustful smile was coming back..