Already men were riding sweating horses, carrying word from
him. He knew that del Rio had gathered a crowd of men at Las Vegas; he
was certain that del Rio was working hand in glove with Galloway;
further that the Mexican had been with Galloway on his recent trip
below the border and among the revolutionists.
"They're solid down there," concluded Norton. "What they are up to is
something big here, then a dash for safety, carrying their booty with
them. But we're going to be on time to put a stop to it all. I am
going down to see Engle now; will you come with me?"
But before they left the hotel he swore Struve in as a deputy and sent
him hastening to carry the word to other men to be counted on. As they
passed the Casa Blanca Norton paused a moment, looking in at the
wide-open door; it was very quiet within, the place seeming deserted.
"No use looking for Galloway here," he said as they went on. "Nor for
any of his gang. But, when they come back . . . unless we head them
off . . ."
Her hand tightened on his arm. She looked up into his thoughtful face
with shining eyes.
"You think that they would attempt further robbery and outlawry here?"
"I am going to advise Engle to take the bulk of his money out of the
bank, dig a hole, and hide it," he answered.
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