She watched Johnny, wondering if he knew the man, or knew what was his real reason for coming.  Whatever his real reason was, he had gone off without stating it, and Mary V believed that he had gone because she was there.  She wished she knew why he had come, but she would not ask Johnny.  She merely watched him covertly.

Johnny had turned thoughtful.  He did not even see that Mary V was watching him, he was so busy wishing that she had not come at all, or that she had gone before this man rode up.  Inwardly Johnny was all a-quiver with excitement.  He believed that he knew why Tomaso’s brother had come.

CHAPTER SIX

SALVAGE

The brother of Tomaso came back.  Mary V, cannily watching the wide waste behind her as she rode homeward, saw him and made sure of him through her glasses.  The brother of Tomaso seemed to be in a hurry, and he seemed to have been waiting in some convenient covert until she had left.  His horse was trotting too nimbly through the sage to have come far at that pace.  Mary V could tell a tired horse as far as she could tell that it was a horse.

She did not turn back, for the simple reason that she knew very well her mother would have all the boys out hunting her if she failed to reach home by sundown.  That would have meant deep humiliation for Mary V and a curtailment of future freedom.  So she put up her glasses and went her way, talking to herself by way of comforting her thwarted curiosity, and accusing Johnny Jewel of all sorts of intrigues; and never dreaming the truth, of course.

“Me, I’m willing to sell, all right.  What you pay me?” Tomaso’s brother was sitting in Johnny’s doorway where he could watch the trail, and he was smoking a cigarette made with Johnny’s tobacco.

“She’s no good to nobody, setting there in the sand, but she’s all right, you bet, for fly.  Them fellers, they get lost, I think.  They get away off there, and no gas to fly back.  No place to buy none, you bet.”  He grinned sardonically up at Johnny who was leaning against the adobe wall.  “They get the big scare, you bet.  They take all the water, and they walk and walk, drink the water and walk and walk and walk—­loco, that’s what.  Don’t know where they go, don’t know where they come from, don’t know nothin’ no more atall.  So that flyin’ machine, that’s lost.  Me, I find out.  It don’t belong to nobody no more only just the feller that finds.  Me, I take you there, I show you.  You see I’m telling the truth, all right.  You pay me half.  I help you drag it over here to your camp, all right.  You pay me other half.  That’s right way to fix him—­yes?”

“Sounds fair enough, far as that goes.”  Johnny’s voice had the huskiness of suppressed excitement.  The cigarette he was studying so critically quivered in his fingers like a twig in the wind.  “But the thing must belong to somebody.”