"You must not be afraid," said Hiltze, pressing his arm companionably against her elbow. "You know I will take care of you. And you will like the girl. She is just a timid, nerve-racked child. You will love her in time. But this is not a question of love, only of service,--one phase of the scheme of Americanization that is sweeping the country. It has to come through the women, Eveley, you know that. It has to be born into the babies of the next generation." An audible sniff came from the back seat, but Angelo was lustily clearing his throat. "You sound like a stump speaker," he said critically. "Did you get that way selling autos, or did you used to be an agitator or something?" Mr. Hiltze made no reply. He was leaning forward now, anxiously scanning the road. "We turn soon. Drive slowly, please. I do not know the road very well. Oh,--there it is,--I see it now. Just beyond the little clump of trees, this side of the big rock. Turn to the right,--the road is safe enough, but a little rough. We only go a little farther,--yes, to the right a little more,--down-grade, but it is not very steep. Now, pull off a little and stop. Yes, you wait here now, will you, while I go on to the shack? The road does not lead up to it. You need not be afraid, you are close to the main road though you can not see it for the shrubs and rocks. She does not want the Mexicans to know where nor how she goes." "Will you be gone long?" asked Eveley, gazing somewhat fearfully into the black shadows about her. "Oh, just a few minutes. It is only a little bit of a way, and Marie is ready to come at once." "How does she know you are coming after her?" asked Angelo. "I told her I would come to-night if I could make arrangements for her, and she said she would be ready. She has only a small bag, so her preparations are simple. Now, don't be frightened, Eveley. You know I would not leave you if there were any danger. Angelo will be with you." "You bet I will. Beat it, Mister, and cop the lady." Eveley and Angelo listened in silence, as Hiltze strode quickly away. When the last sound had echoed to silence, Angelo leaned over the seat, his thin dark face close to Eveley's. "Say, Miss Eveley, where did you pick up that guy?" "He was the salesman who sold me my car, but he has many friends who are my friends also, so I have met him often. He was only selling autos temporarily, and is making plans now to go into business for himself." "I'll bet your friend Inglish ain't stuck on him." "Not unnaturally," admitted Eveley, laughing. "He is not." "Well, he's a smart guy, Inglish is," said Angelo shrewdly. "You can pretty well put it down he's on the level about folks." "You do not seem partial to Mr. Hiltze, Angelo. But he is most kind and sympathetic, and no one works harder for the Americanization of the foreign element than he does." "Lots of folks work hard for something to keep the real things dark. I guess he's got a mash on this dame." Eveley was silent.