"Breakfast is ready, Miss Mackenzie. This way, please."
The outlaw led her to the dining room, where the young woman met
a fresh surprise. The table was white with immaculate linen and
shone with silver. She sat down to breakfast food with cream,
followed by quail on toast, bacon and eggs, and really good
coffee. Moreover, she discovered that this terror of the border
knew how to handle his knife and fork, was not deficient in the
little niceties of table decorum. He talked, and talked well,
ignoring, like a perfect host, the relation that existed between
them. They sat opposite each other and ate alone, waited upon by
the Mexican woman. Alice wondered if he kept solitary state when
she was not there or ate with the other men.
It was evening before Hardman returned from the mission upon
which he had been sent in place of the obstinate Neil. He
reported at once to Leroy, who came smilingly to the place where
she was sitting on the porch to tell her his news.
"Webb Mackenzie's going to raise that thirty thousand, all right.
He's promised to raise it inside of three days," he told her
triumphantly.
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