Pearl ran into the bathroom to get her clothes--Evelyn was already there--"My God, what will we do?" asked Pearl. "This ain't no time to sing Frankie and Johnnie--don't wait to put your clothes on--run for it," answered Evelyn, as she grabbed Pearl and started for the hall. Women were screaming, crying--men were yelling and cursing, running up and down the hall, some too excited to realize that they had on no clothes--others just running around in circles. As Evelyn and Pearl came to the stairs, Guts was on his way up. He started to ask Evelyn and Pearl what had happened, but they brushed by and on down the stairs. As they rounded the second floor, they saw Mickey Finn on her hands and knees looking through a key-hole. "My God, Mickey," said Evelyn, excitedly, "Don't waste no time--get out of here quick." "What's happened--what was all them shots?" as she rose off her knees and came to them. "Negro Noche--shot Juan and Irene--don't waste a minute--we have got to get on the U. S. side somehow." They all three ran down the stairs into the lobby, and out the front door, onto the street. "Down the railroad tracks towards the bridge." "We can't cross that bridge," said Mickey. "I know it," answered Evelyn, "but it's dark down that way, and we can put our clothes on--come on," as they ran down the tracks. They stopped in the deep darkness and put their clothes on. "Now, listen to me," said Evelyn, "I have a plan. We will get back over on Lysol Lane, and go in one of those all-night bars, and I'll telephone to Tony, a taxi driver I know, where to meet us." "Do you think it will work?" asked Pearl. "It's got to," said Mickey, as they started. "Now, you two stand around the corner--I'll stagger in this dump, as though nothing had happened, and use the phone." "Can't I go with you?" "No, you stay with Mickey--if they see all three of us they will be sure to suspect something, and I don't crave to get mixed up in this mess--stand back there in the dark," as she put on her best drunken smile and staggered into the place. "Hi, Senor--can a lady use your phone?" "Si, Senorita--right this way," he led her over to the phone booth in the corner. "Gracia, Senor," as she went in and closed the door, lifted the receiver--"El Paso operator, please--Hello--El Paso operator--give me Main Eight-Eight--Yeah--Hello, all-night taxi? Let me talk to Tony. What--Oh, that's you, Tony? Listen, get a load of this--this is Ev, you know--yeah--take one of the plain cars you got there, and cruise along the Smelter Road near the Southern Pacific bridge, and look out for three of us. No--no--no--it's not liquor--don't ask questions over the phone--make it snappy--good-bye." She hung up the receiver, and staggered out of the booth. "Adios, Senor," as she went out the door and around the corner, to Mickey and Pearl. "I just heard the ambulance and the police wagon going up the street," said Mickey.