With the passing days, Ross found new strength and new interest. His
head was already healed and his shoulder, beyond being stiff, no longer
bothered him. While still somewhat weak, he was able to walk about as he
pleased.
He found it very pleasant to pass the afternoons away on the long
veranda. Here he was often joined by Virginia Carver, and the two spent
hours together that were very pleasant. In fact, Ross suddenly became
acutely aware that he was taking more than a passing interest in this
girl.
Virginia Carver was exceedingly lovely. Moreover, she was of a type and
personality that particularly appealed to Stanley Ross. While she was
nursing him through his illness he had found her presence very pleasing.
Now that he was nearly well, her companionship was becoming even more
delightful, and he realized that, as far as he was concerned, friendship
was ripening into something more definite. As he continued to improve he
knew that the time was fast approaching when they would have to leave
this desert oasis.
He found his mind continually recurring to Larson Beebe. How had he
managed to disappear so completely that night? Where had he gone? What
was he doing now? Ross could not dismiss the idea that they would hear
from Beebe again, and that when they did it would mean trouble.
This conviction was the more firmly fixed in his mind by the actions of
Virginia Carver. Ross felt sure that the girl was deeply worried over
something; she seemed anxious and nervous; she appeared to be continually
watching and listening for something. Intuition told Ross that the cause
of her perturbation was Beebe.
Intuition again told him that perhaps Wong could throw some light on the
situation. The next time that the Chinese appeared on the veranda Ross
stopped him.
“Wong,” he said, “Miss Carver seems to be worried about something. Do you
know what it is? Is it about Beebe? Do you know where he is?”
Wong’s face betrayed not a single glimmer of comprehension.
“No savvy,” he said.
“Yes, you do savvy, too. What’s wrong here? Where’s Beebe?”
Wong glanced hurriedly up and down the veranda as though he feared some
one would overhear him. Then he jerked a meaning finger toward the mouth
of the little canon.
“Him there,” he said in a low voice.
“What do you mean?”
“Him hide in canon. Kill all we go out.”
“We don’t have to go out that way.”
“No other way can go,” explained Wong.
“What! You mean to tell me that’s the only way out of this place? Why
can’t we go out over the cliffs?”
“No can do,” replied the Chinese, and was gone before Ross could question
him further.
So that was it! The canon was the only way out of the basin, and Beebe
was hiding down there, waiting to pot them as they came out. Quite a neat
little idea! So that was why Virginia Carver was carrying that worried
look.
Ross went straight to the girl. He found her in the dining-room.
“Miss Carver,” he asked, “why didn’t you tell me that Beebe was down in
that canon?”
“Well, I couldn’t see any use worrying you with that while you were so
ill,” she replied, smiling. “And then, too, Mr. Ross, I think you are a
little inclined to do impulsive things, and it seems to me you have ran
risks enough on my account.”
Ross ignored this last.
“Then he really is there?” he asked.
“Yes, Mr. Ross, he is, and I am afraid that we are in rather a bad way.
He has all the advantage.”
“But isn’t there any way out of this place except through that canon?”
“None at all. Uncle Arthur selected this place for that very reason.
There was a trail up the cliff, but he dynamited that away. Unless we
develop wings we’ll go out through that canon or not at all.”
Ross pondered for a moment. Finally he asked, “I wonder why he hasn’t
tried to kill Wong and me at night?”
“There are at least two reasons, I think,” answered the girl. “The first
is that Larson Beebe is a very cautious man. He will not risk a single
hair of his head if it is not necessary. If he came up here he might get
hurt. If he stays there he is perfectly safe and we haven’t a single
chance of getting by.
“Another thing, I think he is deathly afraid of Wong. He came up in the
night twice and stole provisions. Since then Wong has been watching. I
don’t think he ever sleeps.”
“Well, we can outlast him anyway, Miss Carver.”
“But that’s just what we can’t do, Mr. Ross. Our provisions are very
low.” The girl was gravely serious now. “Unless we can find some
solution, I’m afraid he is going to starve us out very soon. It looks
like we were trapped.”
_CHAPTER ELEVEN_