Rollins doing here?
Who was that with him?"
Well enough Jack knew who the stranger was. But good friend though Tom
was, Jack wanted to test him. The circumstances certainly were
suspicious.
"Didn't see the other feller," Tom answered. "He stayed outside. Mr.
Rollins said he was an oil driller. Mr. Rollins went into the station
there." Tom motioned to the radio operating room beyond a closed door.
"Asked me to throw on the juice so he could use the telephone."
"Whom did he talk to?"
"Why, I don't know," said Tom. "How would I?"
"How long was he in there?"
"Why, fifteen, twenty minutes. Maybe half an hour. Why, Jack? Anything
wrong?"
"Yes, Tom, there is," said Jack. "Can I trust you?"
Tom looked hurt.
"That's fer you to say."
"Excuse me, Tom," said Jack. "But after what I've just seen I don't
know whom to trust. Yes, I believe you're true blue, Tom. I'll tell
you. But wait a minute."
He walked to the door and looked out. The coast was clear.
"Tom," said he, returning, "I'm going to take you into my confidence.
Listen."
In as few words as possible he related their adventures that day and
the part played by Remedios. Then he added that in Mr. Rollins's
companion he had recognized the Mexican chauffeur.
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