Lucia and Gilbert, deeply puzzled, obeyed, and followed Pedro into the open air. What did this portend? There had been a strange look in the eyes of Pancho Lopez. CHAPTER XI WHEREIN A MAN PROVES HIMSELF A CRAVEN, A SHOT RINGS OUT, AND THE BAD MAN EXPLAINS ONE LITTLE HOUR A heavy silence fell upon the men who were left in the room. The bandit, unconcerned, puffed his cigarette. Hardy and Pell felt like rats in a trap. Only Uncle Henry was passive. In the tense stillness, the clock could be heard ticking on and on. Pell was beginning to crack beneath the strain. Suddenly he began to pace the floor, his hands behind his back. No tiger in a cage was ever more impatient in his captivity. "If you want money," he finally got out, "for heaven's sake, tell me how much, and ..." Lopez quickly interrupted him. His fury boiled over at the insinuation. "Be still!" he cried. "You will please be quiet. I 'ave business to sink out which are 'ard." Pell was equally angry. "Why, damn you ..." he sputtered. He should have known better. Coldly Lopez took him in. "I 'ave been patient wiz you--too patient. I see zat now." The other returned his keen gaze, and for an instant he did not quail; but finally he could stand the strain no longer. His eyes fell away, and for the first time in all their bitter encounter he felt himself sinking. A terrible uncertainty came over him. This Mexican, this beast, was going to do something desperate. There was not the shadow of a doubt about that. He must go carefully: he must not lose his self-control. To do so would be madness. Luckily, Uncle Henry broke the tension just then: "Am I going to get my money back?" he cried out. And his chair projected itself into their midst. Lopez faced Hardy, across the table. "Senor Loan Fish," he said, "if my frand, 'e pay you ze money, zen ze rancho belong to him?" "If he pays me before eight o'clock," the other replied promptly. "Senor Wall Street," the bandit now addressed Pell, "you 'ave ten sousand dollar. I want it." Pell was amazed. "But I--" Lopez snapped his fingers. Pedro, who came back at that very moment, took the money from Pell, and watched his master closely for further instructions as to what to do. Lopez nodded toward Smith. "For 'im," he said. "For me?" cried Uncle Henry, joyfully. "I must make my frand 'appy," the bandit said. Pedro gave the money to Uncle Henry. The latter grabbed it as a child might have grabbed a cooky. Lopez turned to Pell. "Now--you is rob." To Hardy he said: "You is paid," and to Uncle Henry, "An' you get your money back. _Bueno!_ Ees finish." Pell was cynical. "I'll say that's service," he murmured; and a sardonic grin came to his thin lips. Perhaps the bandit was joking, after all. But damn these jokes that kept one in long after school! Uncle Henry, however, had a strange apprehension, and wheeled about, facing Lopez. "You ain't goin' to take it back from me, are you?" he inquired.