"Hurry, Alsandra," cried Pedro excitedly. "I have just the good chance to-day. The good God he makes me this chance. Hurry, get out your machine. I have him in behind. He can't get away."
"Did you say fifty dollars, Pedro? We get fifty at Portland and you divide even."
"Yes," cried Pedro. "Hurry, I must be back quick." Then Alsandra hurried away and soon had a disreputable Ford standing beside the Henderson car.
Silversheene in the meantime seemed to divine that their actions had to do with him, and growled softly eyeing them suspiciously.
"He looks like a fighter," said Alsandra. "I guess he will give us much trouble. Could you get a slipnoose over his head from the front seat, Pedro? If you could we would have him all right. A dog with his wind shut off is as good as dead."
When Pedro dangled the rope over the seat, Silversheene met him with a deep snarl. He was now sure that they had sinister de-
