"
Pablo's fury suddenly left him; again he was the servant, respectful,
deferential to his master's guest. "Forgive me, _senor_," he muttered,
"I have been crazy in the head."
"Not so crazy that you didn't do a good job on that Jap murderer. Come
now, old chap. Buck up! We can't go after him in my automobile. Have
you some sort of wagon?"
"_Si, senor_."
"Then come inside a moment. We both need a drink. We're shaking like
a pair of dotards."
He picked up Pablo's dirk and give it back to the old man. Pablo
acknowledged this courtesy with a bow and followed to Parker's room,
where the latter poured two glasses of whisky. Silently they drank.
"Gracias, _senor_. I go hitch up one team," Pablo promised, and
disappeared at once.
For about ten minutes Parker remained in his room, thinking. His wife
and Kay had started, afoot, to visit the Mission shortly after Don Mike
and Pablo had left the ranch that morning, and for this Parker was duly
grateful to Providence. He shuddered to think what the effect upon
them would have been had they been present when Pablo made his
spectacular entrance; he rejoiced at an opportunity to get himself in
hand against the return of Kay and her mother to the ranch house.
"That wretched Okada!" he groaned. "He concluded that the simplest and
easiest way to an immediate consummation of our interrupted deal would
be the removal of young Farrel.
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