Chapter 1. Gentleman Geoff‘s Billie
_ CHAPTER I. GENTLEMAN GEOFF‘S BILLIE
Kearn Thode mounted his pinto and rode out of the courtyard of the Baggott Hotel and down the Calle Rivera under a seething tropic sun. Limasito‘s principal street was well-nigh deserted in the lethargy of the noon-day siesta, but the flower-market was a riotous blaze of color in the glistening white plaza, from which radiated broad vistas of fantastically painted adobe and soberer concrete, ending in a soft green blur.
The young petroleum engineer had pictured a ten-year-old boom town in the Mexican oil belt as a wilderness of rough shacks and board sidewalks, with possibly a dancehall or two and an open-air movie as the only attractions, and the thriving little city had proved a welcome surprise.
"Limasito," he mused. "That means ‘Little Lemon.‘ Wonder who tacked that name to this burg? Peach of a town, I call it."
A long, low adobe house, tinted a screaming blue which rivaled the skies, faced

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