had not made her pay for the mortification of being thwarted—that with all his resources for wrecking vengeance upon those who offended him he had not made her feel, in some small way at least, the weight of his wrath. Or was he merely biding his time?
For the first time in days she was thinking of him as she sat in the shade of the dobe waiting for Bob to return from his ride with Ben. She had a new feeling of security in the knowledge that Bob was there. She would not admit it to herself, but Ben did not inspire in her any such sense of safety.
She had not forgotten, though she wished to, their first meeting when he had refused his direct aid because of Spiser.
Mrs. Gallagher had gone to the ranch of Ignacio Bojarques, who did not permit his personal animosities to inter ef ere with business and, though he persistently refused to see Nan in the street, he was "mos' happy" to sell her eggs.
It was coincidence, perhaps, that Nan should have Spiser so strongly in her mind and, hearing a footstep, glanced around the comer to see him coming toward her with
