also a perpetual source for argument。 Ladd and Lash both hated Diablo； and Dick Gale； after one or two narrow escapes from being brained； had inclined to the cowboys' side of the question。
El Gran Toro Blanco upheld his name。 He was a huge； massive； thick…flanked stallion； a kingly mate for his full…bodied； glossy consort； Blanca Reina。 The other mare； Blanca Mujer； was dazzling white； without a spot； perfectly pointed； racy； graceful； elegant； yet carrying weight and brawn and range that suggested her relation to her forebears。
The cowboys admitted some of Belding's claims for Diablo； but they gave loyal and unshakable allegiance to Blanco Sol。 As for Dick； he had to fight himself to keep out of arguments； for he sometimes imagined he was unreasonable about the horse。 Though he could not understand himself； he knew he loved Sol as a man loved a friend； a brother。 Free of heavy saddle and the clumsy leg shields； Blanco Sol was somehow all…satisfying to the eyes of the rangers。 As long and big as Diablo was； Sol was longer and bigger。 Also； he was higher； more powerful。 He looked more a thing for actionspeedier。
At a distance the honorable scars and lumps that marred his muscular legs were not visible。 He grazed aloof from the others； and did not cavort nor prance； but when he lifted his head to whistle； how wild he appeared； and proud and splendid！ The dazzling whiteness of the desert sun shone from his coat； he had the fire and spirit of the desert in his noble head； its strength and power in his gigantic frame。
〃Belding swears Sol never beat Diablo；〃 Dick was saying。
〃He believes it；〃 replied Nell。 〃Dad is queer about that horse。〃
〃But Laddy rode Sol oncemade him beat Diablo。 Jim saw the race。〃
Nell laughed。 〃I saw it； too。 For that matter； even I have made Sol put his nose before Dad's favorite。〃
〃I'd like to have seen that。 Nell； aren't you ever going to ride with me？〃
〃Some daywhen it's safe。〃
〃Safe！〃
〃II mean when the raiders have left the border。〃
〃Oh； I'm glad you mean that；〃 said Dick； laughing。
〃Well； I've often wondered how Belding ever came to give Blanco Sol to me。〃
〃He was jealous。 I think he wanted to get rid of Sol。〃
〃No？ Why； Nell； he'd give Laddy or Jim one of the whites any day。〃
〃Would he？ Not Devil or Queen or White Woman。 Never in this world！ But Dad has lots of fast horses the boys could pick from。 Dick； I tell you Dad wants Blanco Sol to run himself outlose his speed on the desert。 Dad is just jealous for Diablo。〃
〃Maybe。 He surely has strange passion for horses。 I think I understand better than I used to。 I owned a couple of racers once。 They were just animals to me； I guess。 But Blanco Sol！〃
〃Do you love him？〃 asked Nell； and now a warm； blue flash of eyes swept his face。
〃Do I？ Well； rather。〃
〃I'm glad。 Sol has been finer； a better horse since you owned him。 He loves you； Dick。 He's always watching for you。 See him raise his head。 That's for you。 I know as much about horses as Dad or Laddy any day。 Sol always hated Diablo； and he never had much use for Dad。〃
Dick looked up at her。
〃It'll bebe pretty hard to leave Solwhen I go away。〃
Nell sat perfectly still。
〃Go away？〃 she asked； presently； with just the faintest tremor in her voice。
〃Yes。 Sometimes when I get blueas I am to…dayI think I'll go。 But； in sober truth； Nell； it's not likely that I'll spend all my life here。〃
There was no answer to this。 Dick put his hand softly over hers； and； despite her half…hearted struggle to free it； he held on。
〃Nell！〃
Her color fled。 He saw her lips part。 Then a heavy step on the gravel； a cheerful； complaining voice interrupted him； and made him release Nell and draw back。 Belding strode into view round the adobe shed。
〃Hey； Dick； that darned Yaqui Indian can't be driven or hired or coaxed to leave Forlorn River。 He's well enough to travel。 I offered him horse； gun； blanket； grub。 But no go。〃
〃That's funny；〃 replied Gale； with a smile。 〃Let him stayput him to work〃
〃It doesn't strike me funny。 But I'll tell you what I think。 That poor； homeles； heartbroken Indian has taken a liking to you； Dick。 These desert Yaquis are strange folk。 I've heard strange stories about them。 I'd believe 'most anything。 And that's how I figure his case。 You saved his life。 That sort of thing counts big with any Indian； even with an Apache。 With a Yaqui maybe it's of deep significance。 I've heard a Yaqui say that with his tribe no debt to friend or foe ever went unpaid。 Perhaps that's what ails this fellow。〃
〃Dick； don't laugh；〃 said Nell。 〃I've noticed the Yaqui。 It's pathetic the way his great gloomy eyes follow you。〃
〃You've made a friend；〃 continued Belding。 〃A Yaqui could be a real friend on this desert。 If he gets his strength back he'll be of service to you； don't mistake me。 He's welcome here。 But you're responsible for him； and you'll have trouble keeping him from massacring all the Greasers in Forlorn River。〃
The probability of a visit from the raiders； and a dash bolder than usual on the outskirts of a ranch； led Belding to build a new corral。 It was not sightly to the eye； but it was high and exceedingly strong。 The gate was a massive affair； swinging on huge hinges and fastening with heavy chains and padlocks。 On the outside it had been completely covered with barb wire； which would make it a troublesome thing to work on in the dark。
At night Belding locked his white horses in this corral。 The Papago hersman slept in the adobe shed adjoining。 Belding did not imagine that any wooden fence； however substantially built； could keep determined raiders from breaking it down。 They would have to take time； however； and make considerable noise； and Belding relied on these facts。 Belding did not believe a band of night raiders would hold out against a hot rifle fire。 So he began to make up some of the sleep he had lost。 It was noteworthy； however； that Ladd did not share Belding's sanguine hopes。
Jim Lash rode in； reporting that all was well out along the line toward the Sonoyta Oasis。 Days passed； and Belding kept his rangers home。 Nothing was heard of raiders at hand。 Many of the newcomers； both American and Mexican； who came with wagons and pack trains from Casita stated that property and life were cheap back in that rebel…infested town。
One January morning Dick Gale was awakened by a shrill； menacing cry。 He leaped up bewildered and frightened。 He heard Belding's booming voice answering shouts； and rapid steps on flagstones。 But these had not awakened him。 Heavy breaths； almost sobs； seemed at his very door。 In the cold and gray dawn Dick saw something white。 Gun in hand； he bounded across the room。 Just ouside his door stood Blanco Sol。
It was not unusual for Sol to come poking his head in at Dick's door during daylight。 But now in the early dawn； when he had been locked in the corral； it meant raidersno less。 Dick called softly to the snorting horse； and； hurriedly getting into clothes and boots； he went out with a gun in each hand。 Sol was quivering in every muscle。 Like a dog he followed Dick around the house。 Hearing shouts in the direction of the corrals； Gale bent swift steps that way。
He caught up with Jim Lash； who was also leading a white horse。
〃Hello； Jim！ Guess it's all over but the fireworks；〃 said Dick。
〃I cain't say just what has come off；〃 replied Lash。 〃I've got the Bull。 Found him runnin' in the yard。〃
They reached the corral to find Belding shaking； roaring like a madman。 The gate was open； the corral was empty。 Ladd stooped over the ground； evidently trying to find tracks。
〃I reckon we might jest as well cool off an' wait for daylight；〃 suggested Jim。
〃Shore。 They've flown the coop； you can gamble on that。 Tom； where's the Papago？〃 said Ladd。
〃He's gone； Laddygone！〃
〃Double…crossed us； eh？ I see here's a crowbar lyin' by the gatepost。 That Indian fetched it from the forge。 It was used to pry out the bolts an' steeples。 Tom； I reckon there wasn't much time lost forcin' that gate。〃
Belding； in shirt sleeves and barefooted； roared with rage。 He said he had heard the horses running as he leaped out of bed。
〃What woke you？〃 asked Laddy。
〃Sol。 He came whistling for Dick。 Didn't you hear him before I called you？〃
〃Hear him！ He came thunderin' right under my window。 I jumped up in bed； an' when he let out that blast Jim lit square in the middle of the floor； an' I was scared stiff。 Dick； seein' it was your room he blew into； what did you think？〃
〃I couldn't think。 I'm shaking yet； Laddy。〃
〃Boys； I'll bet Sol spilled a few raiders if any got hands on him；〃 said Jim。 〃Now； let's sit down an' wait for daylight。 It's my idea we'll find some of the hosses runnin' loose。 Tom； you go an' get some clothes on。 It's freezin' cold。 An' don't forget to tell the women folks we're all right。〃
Daylight made clear some details of the raid。 The cowboys found tracks of eight raiders coming up from the river bed where their horses had been left。 Evidently the Papago had been false to his trust。 He few personal belongings were gone。 Lash was correct in his idea of finding more horses loose in the fields。 The men soon rounded up eleven of the whites； all more or less frightened； and among the number were Queen and Blanca Mujer。 The raiders had been unable to handle more than one horse for each man。 It was bitter irony of fate that Belding should lose his favorite； the one horse more dear to him than all the others。 Somewhere out on the trail a raider was fighting the iron…jawed savage Blanco Diablo。
〃I reckon we're some lucky；〃 observed Jim Lash。
〃Lucky ain't enough word；〃 replied Ladd。 〃You see； it was this way。 Some of the raiders piled over the fence while the others worked on the gate。 Mebbe the Papago went inside to pick out the best hosses。 But it didn't work except with Diablo； an' how they ever got him I don't know。 I'd have gambled it'd take all of eight men to steal him。 But Greasers have got us skinned on handlin' hosses。〃
Belding was unconsolable。 He cursed and railed； and finally declared he was going to trail the raiders。
〃Tom； you just ain't agoin'