There were two persons standing near the horse: a young girl dressed like a fairy—dainty and lovely, I thought, in her gauze skirts and gilded butterfly wings—and a little woman. This woman was small and dark haired with narrow eyes and flat ears set close to her head. She turned viciously on White when he came up. “Don’t go near her!” she cried. “Don’t even look at her!” “You are a fool, Maggie,” he said. “I want to speak to the boy.” She turned suddenly toward me as though she had not noticed me before. “Where did you come from?” she said. Then she laughed. “It don’t matter. I know where you are going.” And she went out toward the entrance to the circus tent, following the big white horse that carried the fairy. White said only a few words to me when she was gone. “Hang along with the circus; we have got straight dope on that Mexican money and we’ll pick it up in a few days.” I traveled with the circus as one might travel with a fairy caravan. Everything was of the deepest and newest interest. But the greatest wonder was the girl who rode the white horse. The little, determined, black-haired woman was always with her. I saw her only when I helped her into the saddle and took away the horse. She stood between the girl and everybody. There was no exception, but she did not seem to consider me. Once or twice I saw her looking curiously at me when I brought the horse to help the girl into the saddle. Sometimes she talked with Mooney. I suppose a week passed in this fashion; then one evening, as I was helping to bed down the horses, White came into the tent. The evening performance had ended and it was perhaps midnight. “We are going to take a little motor ride,” he said. “Come along.” I went with him. We made a detour of the circus field and came into the border of the town. It was a residence street of the better class of houses. It was late and the lights of the street had been put out. We stopped finally before a garage in a lot between two houses. The door to the garage was locked and White turned the lock with some implement which I could not see. Then we went inside and carefully pushed the car out into the street. White locked the door again behind us. We pushed the car along the street for perhaps a hundred yards before we got in. The man understood the motor perfectly and we slipped along the street and out of the town. At a bridge on the outskirts we picked up Mooney. He had his bundle as on our first adventure. White ran the car at great speed for perhaps two hours; then we pulled up by the roadside and stopped. Before we got out of the car I had an explanation of Mooney’s occult device against the bloodhound.