As they moved down the street to catch the car for Juarez, Big Boy followed. He boarded the car with them, but stayed in the back, with his hat well over his face. The night was beginning as they unloaded in Juarez. "Oh, Jees----" said Evelyn, "don't look, but there is Big Boy just getting off the rear of the car--let's disappear pronto." They ran up the block and into the darkness. "Do you think he will suspect where we are going?" asked Pearl. "I don't think so. He will probably figure you will make right for Harry, and that's where he will go, and wait for you," reasoned Mickey as they made their way on up the dimly lighted street to the Popular Bar. As they neared the Popular sounds of a tinkling piano and drums, mixed with laughing and singing, came to them. The place was crowded with men who had not only come over for their satisfaction of liquor, but to satisfy their baser lusts as well--and this was the perfect place of satisfaction of this sort. The girls were in short dresses, heavily made up, with cheap rouge and powder--they mixed with the men, hugging and kissing whomever put their arms around them, thinking only of the two dollars that could be made upstairs. "Jees, what a joint," exclaimed Pearl. "You said it," answered Evelyn. "Yeah--but you got a chance of making some real money in this place--when these guys are hugging any broad in the place you can always get your hand in the pocket and he never knows just who to blame," said Mickey as she looked the place over for a prospect. "Well, we might as well get to the bar and start sipping some of that joy water, don't you think?" suggested Evelyn. "Let's get at it," as they shoved their way through the crowd. "This place does the best business in town--at least it looks that way," said Pearl. "Well, they can get rougher and noisier, and just anything goes, and this is some tough mob in here right now." "Where did Mickey go?" asked Pearl. "Heaven only knows, but she must have smelled a pocketbook--anyway, she will show up in a minute--whiskey for me--what will you have, honey?" "Whiskey." The music started in the cabaret, the crowd shoved its way onto the dance floor, leaving the bar partly empty. Big Boy stepped through the swinging doors. "Oh, God," whispered Pearl, "Big Boy." There was no place to run, no time, nothing to do but wait as Big Boy drew a service automatic from his pocket, leveled it at Pearl, pulled the trigger six times. Evelyn had stepped in front of Pearl, taking the six bullets--she sank to the floor, everything was silent--Pearl dropped to her knees, lifting Evelyn's head. "Oh, Ev, why did you do it--why did you do it?" she cried in anguish. The crowd had fought and shoved its way back into the bar. Mickey knelt beside Pearl.