Me, I'm go lak hell." "Well, there's nothing more to be got here.

Let's get along." And as they moved off Johnny caught a fragmentary phrase "from Riverside." The children had taken up their industrious play again, and their mother had turned from the open doorway to hush the crying of Mateo's youngest in the cabin.

Mateo called the children to him and patted them on the head, and the senora, their mother, brought candy and gave it to them.

They ran off, sucking the sweets, gabbling gleefully to one another.

Cliff Lowell had been right, nothing is so disarming as a woman and children about a place where secrets are kept.
There had been no suspicion of Mateo's cabin and the family that lived there in squalid content.