"Garman is too big!" said Roger. "He will still be cock-o'-the-walk
round here. Is that it?"
"Well, he won't have his gang," replied the detective.
"But he will still be--Garman."
"Well--you know what he is."
Roger nodded.
"He'll want to be boss of the district---- He'll try to hog your land."
"Hog is a good word there," ruminated Roger. But he was not thinking
about his land.
The arrival of Davis had in no way affected the situation as Roger had
suddenly seen it just before Higgins' shot had attracted his attention.
Garman had discovered that Annette was not at Payne's camp. Otherwise
he would have returned to get her. And this discovery meant that he
knew of her whereabouts and was taking steps to pursue her, to get her
into his power again. Perhaps he had even succeeded in doing so.
Roger slipped away from camp while supper was being prepared, and
returned to the dugout which he had left in the big ditch near the
river. Precious time had been lost through the arrival of Davis.
Garman, for the nonce a jungle beast running wild with the reek of rage
and lust about him, had had hours of opportunity to wreak his revenge.
Roger leaped into the dugout and paddled down the river toward Garman's
house. The place seemed dead and deserted as he stepped onto the dock,
and his heart sank with dismay.
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