He was at the opening of the main doorway to the patio, and, as she passed, he merely lifted his glance to her and let it fall again heavily. She knew he was very angry—angrier than she had ever dreamed he could be.She went straight back through the house and to the room that had been assigned to El Tigre, apart from the servants” quarters, for not even so great a man as Señor Oñate could rank El Tigre among servants. She found her father sitting on a mat, cross-legged, with his arms folded. It was the first time they had been together since the day he returned from the trail of Dix Van Dyck, and now he rose and stood, looking out the window.The girl set her teeth in silent fury and placed her hand on the doorknob to retreat. She had actually swung the door open, in fact, when something conquered her pride. She closed it decisively, and walked up to the tall Yaqui.“It is I, Dolores,” she said angrily.He turned partially toward her at that, but his eyes still avoided her. “El Tigre,”
