CHAPTER XXII
THE USUAL THING
"HELLO, Mr. Hold-up Man!" The girl seized Mr. Magee's proffered hand and leaped down from the truck to his side.
"Bless the gods of the mountain," said Magee; "they have given me back my accomplice, safe and sound."
"They were black lonesome gods," she replied, "and they kept whispering fearful things in my ear I couldn't understand. I'm glad they didn't keep me."
"So am I." The crowd surged about them; many in it smiled and spoke admiringly to the girl. "It's great to be acquainted with the heroine of the hour," Mr. Magee continued. "I congratulate you. You have overthrown an empire of graft, it seems."
"Alone and unaided," she quoted, smiling mockingly up into his face.
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