Honest, you're up against a tough game.
There's no use rappin' to the bulls. They'd tip Jerry off and the girl
wouldn't be there when they pulled the house."
"Then I must work this alone."
"Why don't you lay down on it?" she asked, her frank eyes searching
his. "You soitainly will if you've got good sense."
"I'm goin' through."
Her black eyes warmed. "Say, I'll bet you're some guy when you get
started. Hop to it and I hope you get Jerry good."
"I don't want Jerry. He's too tough for me. Once I had so much of him
I took sick and went to the hospital. It's the girl I want."
"Say, listen! I got a hunch mebbe it's a bum steer, but you can't be
sure till you try it. Why don't you get in through the roof instead o'
the window?"
"Can I get in that way?"
"Surest thing you know--if the trapdoor ain't latched. Say, stick
around outside my room half a sec, will you?"
The cattleman waited in the darkness of the passage. If his enemies
were trying to ambush him in the house next door the girl's plan might
save him. He would have a chance at least to get them unexpectedly in
the rear.
It could have been scarcely more than two minutes later that the young
woman joined him.
Her small hand slipped into his to guide him. They padded softly along
the corridor till they came to a flight of stairs running up. The girl
led the way, taking the treads without noise in her stockinged feet.
Clay followed with the utmost caution.
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