"Hey, Major--hold up!" cried Pringle. But Vorhis was not to be
stopped.

"Don't you see, you doddering imbecile? If Foy had really killed
Dick Marr he might have gone to any other place in the world--but he
wouldn't have come here."

"Aha! So Foy did come here, hey?" croaked the sheriff, triumphant
in his turn. "Thanks, Major, for the information, though I was sure
before, humanly speaking, that he came this way."

"Which is another way of saying that you don't think Foy did the
killing--that you don't even suspect him of it," said Anastacio. as
the Major subsided, crestfallen. "Matt Lisner, I know that you hate
Foy. I know that you welcome this chance to get rid of him. Make no
mistake, Breslin. I was not wanted here. I wasn't asked and none of my
people were brought along. I tagged along, though--to wait. It's one
of the best little things I do--waiting. And I came to protect Foy,
not to capture him. I came to keep right at his side, in case he
surrendered without a fight--for fear he might be killed ... escaping
... on the way back. It's a way that we have in Las Uvas!"

Lisner threw a look of hate at his deputy.

"You don't mean to tell me there's any danger of anything like that?"
said Breslin, staggered and aghast.

"Every danger. That's an old gag--the _ley fuga_."