"All except honor and they didn't leave enough of that to stick in your eye," responded Mrs. Van, bitterly. "They got Adams in the leg and Williams in the arm and took off the whole greaser population. Here, wipe your face off with this handkerchief before you rub all that sand in your eyes." Scott obeyed meekly. "Where's the girl?" demanded Williams. "Down the arroyo with the horses," replied Scott. "We saw the outfit in time or Pachuca'd have had her, too." "He asked me where she was and I told him she'd gone home," said Mrs. Van. "I was awful scared Dolores would give me away but I reckon she didn't hear." They stared malevolently at the vanishing auto. Pachuca had turned the sorrel over to another man and was driving the car himself. Suddenly, they saw him stop and give an order. Several of the men dismounted and were laying something along the track. Then with a yell, they all bolted, the auto in the lead, the horsemen following. A few seconds and they had disappeared around a curve in the road. "Now, what the ----" began Williams, when he was answered--there was a crash, the sight of rocks and sand flying, and a thunderous reverberation. "The mutts have blown up the track!" burst from the engineer, furiously. "They would," replied Scott, sourly. "Want to cut us off from Conejo till they've made their getaway! Probably cut the wires, too. Go and see, Miller. If they haven't, get Morgan and tell him Pachuca's on the rampage. Did he say what was up? What he was doing this for?" he asked. "Not him," said O'Grady, disgustedly. "Bring out your dead--that's Johnny Pachuca--no flourishes about him." "You come in here with me and look at Joe Williams' arm," commanded Mrs. Van. "It don't look to me as if it was broke, do you think so?" "I'll see to Adams," said Scott. "Johnson, you go down to the arroyo and get the girl." And he went down the street to the cabin. "Well, did he get everything?" demanded Adams, as Scott entered. "All he could carry. He left the victrola for you, Jimmy, and the stove for Mrs. Van." "Gosh! What did you do with Miss Polly?" "Left her with the horses in the arroyo." "That was smart of you, Scotty. I'll bet she wanted to come?" "I'll bet she did, but she didn't get to come. Let's have another look at the leg, Jimmy." They bathed it as well as they could. It had stopped bleeding and they bandaged it carefully with another towel. "I don't believe the bone's broke, Jimmy, but I don't like the looks of it," said the amateur surgeon. "You need a doctor." "There ain't any except that greaser over at Conejo," said Adams, gloomily. "Morgan says he's so dirty he won't let him touch his kids. I don't want blood poisoning, you bet. Did they blow up the track?" Scott nodded. "There's Johnson," he exclaimed, looking out of the window. "He's got the horses but not the girl. Hey, there, Tom, where's Miss Polly?" he cried as the engineer dismounted and came into the house.