as he glanced back was his beautiful head looking wistfully through the window. After he had passed from sight the dog lay down and pretended to sleep, but he was watching Pedro carefully as usual.
Mr. Henderson was gone a long time and he finally sent one of the men to tell Pedro to go to a small railway station a couple of miles distant for some express. He also told the man to let the dog come back with him, as he knew Silversheene hated to be left alone with the greaser. This part of the command the man failed to obey. As Pedro started up the car the dog noted that he grinned malevolently back at him and said something in Spanish. Of course the dog could not understand the words, but he knew the tone was malevolent.
Instead of driving directly to the station Pedro stepped on the accelerator and was soon flying along the road in an opposite direction. In about ten minutes he stopped before a small shack and a disreputable greaser came out.
