“But, Dad, a little thing like a girl sticking close to her mother and room doesn’t stop Mr. Chase.  I think he’s crazy.  Anyway, he’s a most persistent fool.  I want to be charitable, because the man swears he loves me, and maybe he does, but he is making me nervous.  I don’t sleep.  I’m afraid to be in my room at night.  I’ve gone to mother’s room.  He’s always hanging round.  Bold!  Why, that isn’t the thing to call Mr. Chase.  He’s absolutely without a sense of decency.  He bribes our servants.  He comes into our patio.  Think of that!  He makes the most ridiculous excuses.  He bothers mother to death.  I feel like a poor little rabbit holed by a hound.  And I daren’t peep out.”

Somehow the thing struck Belding as funny, and he laughed.  He had not had a laugh for so long that it made him feel good.  He stopped only at sight of Nell’s surprise and pain.  Then he put his arms round her.

“Never mind, dear.  I’m an old bear.  But it tickled me, I guess.  I sure hope Mr. Radford Chase has got it bad...Nell, it’s only the old story.  The fellows fall in love with you.  It’s your good looks, Nell.  What a price women like you and Mercedes have to pay for beauty!  I’d a d—­ a good deal rather be ugly as a mud fence.”

“So would I, Dad, if—­if Dick would still love me.”

“He wouldn’t, you can gamble on that, as Laddy says. ...Well, the first time I catch this locoed Romeo sneaking round here I’ll—­I’ll—­”

“Dad, you promised.”

“Confound it, Nell, I promised not to pack a gun.  That’s all.  I’ll only shoo this fellow off the place, gently, mind you, gently.  I’ll leave the rest for Dick Gale!”

“Oh, Dad!” cried Nell; and she clung to him wistful, frightened, yet something more.

“Don’t mistake me, Nell.  You have your own way, generally.  You pull the wool over mother’s eyes, and you wind me round your little finger.  But you can’t do either with Dick Gale.  You’re tender-hearted; you overlook the doings of this hound, Chase.  But when Dick comes back, you just make up your mind to a little hell in the Chase camp.  Oh, he’ll find it out.  And I sure want to be round when Dick hands Mr. Radford the same as he handed Rojas!”

Belding kept a sharp lookout for young Chase, and then, a few days later, learned that both son and father had gone off upon one of their frequent trips to Casa Grandes, near where their mines were situated.

April grew apace, and soon gave way to May.  One morning Belding was called from some garden work by the whirring of an automobile and a “Holloa!” He went forward to the front yard and there saw a car he thought resembled one he had seen in Casita.  It contained a familiar-looking driver, but the three figures in gray coats and veils were strange to him.  By the time he had gotten to the road he decided two were women and the other a man.  At the moment their faces were emerging from dusty veils.  Belding saw an elderly, sallow-faced, rather frail-appearing man who was an entire stranger to him; a handsome dark-eyed woman whose hair showed white through her veil; and a superbly built girl, whose face made Belding at once think of Dick Gale.