him her trembling hand。 Yaqui took it and laid it against his body in a strange motion； and bowed his head。 Then he stepped back into the shadow of the room。
Belding went outdoors while the rangers took up their former position at the west window。 Each had his own somber thoughts； Gale imagined； and knew his own were dark enough。 A slow fire crept along his veins。 He saw Belding halt at the corrals and wave his hand。 Then the rebels mounted and came briskly up the road； this time to rein in abreast。
Wherever Rojas had kept himself upon the former advance was not clear； but he certainly was prominently in sight now。 He made a gaudy； almost a dashing figure。 Gale did not recognize the white sombrero； the crimson scarf； the velvet jacket； nor any feature of the dandy's costume； but their general effect； the whole ensemble； recalled vividly to mind his first sight of the bandit。 Rojas dismounted and seemed to be listening。 He betrayed none of the excitement Gale had seen in him that night at the Del Sol。 Evidently this composure struck Ladd and Lash as unusual in a Mexican supposed to be laboring under stress of feeling。 Belding made gestures； vehemently bobbed his big head； appeared to talk with his body as much as with his tongue。 Then Rojas was seen to reply； and after that it was clear that the talk became painful and difficult。 It ended finally in what appeared to be mutual understanding。 Rojas mounted and rode away with his men； while Belding came tramping back to the house。
As he entered the door his eyes were shining； his big hands were clenched； and he was breathing audibly。
〃You can rope me if I'm not locoed！〃 he burst out。 〃I went out to conciliate a red…handed little murderer； and damn me if I didn't meet aawell； I've not suitable name handy。 I started my bluff and got along pretty well； but I forgot to mention that Mercedes was Thorne's wife。 And what do you think？ Rojas swore he loved Mercedes swore he'd marry her right here in Forlorn Riverswore he would give up robbing and killing people； and take her away from Mexico。 He has goldjewels。 He swore if he didn't get her nothing mattered。 He'd die anyway without her。。。。And here's the strange thing。 I believe him！ He was cold as ice； and all hell inside。 Never saw a Greaser like him。 Well； I pretended to be greatly impressed。 We got to talking friendly； I suppose； though I didn't understand half he said； and I imagine he gathered less what I said。 Anyway； without my asking he said for me to think it over for a day and then we'd talk again。〃
〃Shore we're born lucky！〃 ejaculated Ladd。
〃I reckon Rojas'll be smart enough to string his outfit across the few trails leadin' out of Forlorn River；〃 remarked Jim。
〃That needn't worry us。 All we want is dark to come；〃 replied Belding。 〃Yaqui will slip through。 If we thank any lucky stars let it be for the Indian。。。。Now； boys； put on your thinking caps。 You'll take eight horses； the pick of my bunch。 You must pack all that's needed for a possible long trip。 Mind； Yaqui may lead you down into some wild Sonora valley and give Rojas the slip。 You may get to Yuma in six days； and maybe in six weeks。 Yet you've got to pack lighta small pack in saddleslarger ones on the two free horses。 You may have a big fight。 Laddy； take the 。405。 Dick will pack his Remington。 All of you go gunned heavy。 But the main thing is a pack that 'll be light enough for swift travel； yet one that 'll keep you from starving on the desert。〃
The rest of that day passed swiftly。 Dick had scarcely a word with Nell； and all the time； as he chose and deliberated and worked over his little pack； there was a dull pain in his heart。
The sun set； twilight fell； then night closed down fortunately a night slightly overcast。 Gale saw the white horses pass his door like silent ghosts。 Even Blanco Diablo made no sound； and that fact was indeed a tribute to the Yaqui。 Gale went out to put his saddle on Blanco Sol。 The horse rubbed a soft nose against his shoulder。 Then Gale returned to the sitting…room。 There was nothing more to do but wait and say good…by。 Mercedes came clad in leather chaps and coat； a slim stripling of a cowboy； her dark eyes flashing。 Her beauty could not be hidden； and now hope and courage had fired her blood。
Gale drew Nell off into the shadow of the room。 She was trembling； and as she leaned toward him she was very different from the coy girl who had so long held him aloof。 He took her into his arms。
〃Dearest； I'm goingsonn。。。。And maybe I'll never〃
〃Dick； dodon't say it；〃 sobbed Nell； with her head on his breast。
〃I might never come back；〃 he went on； steadily。 〃I love youI've loved you ever since the first moment I saw you。 Do you care for mea little？〃
〃Dear Dickde…dear Dick； my heart is breaking；〃 faltered Nell； as she clung to him。
〃It might be breaking for Mercedesfor Laddy and Jim。 I want to hear something for myself。 Something to have on long marchesround lonely campfires。 Something to keep my spirit alive。 Oh； Nell； you can't imagine that silence out therethat terrible world of sand and stone！。。。Do you love me？〃
〃Yes； yes。 Oh； I love you so！ I never knew it till now。 I love you so。 Dick； I'll be safe and I'll waitand hope and pray for your return。〃
〃If I come backnowhen I come back； will you marry me？〃
〃IIoh yes！〃 she whispered； and returned his kiss。
Belding was in the room speaking softly。
〃Nell； darling； I must go；〃 said Dick。
〃I'm a selfish little coward；〃 cried Nell。 〃It's so splendid of you all。 I ought to glory in it； but I can't。 。。。Fight if you must； Dick。 Fight for that lovely persecuted girl。 I'll love youthe more。。。。Oh！ Good…by！ Good…by！〃
With a wrench that shook him Gale let her go。 He heard Belding's soft voice。
〃Yaqui says the early hour's best。 Trust him； Laddy。 Remember what I sayYaqui's a godsend。〃
Then they were all outside in the pale gloom under the trees。 Yaqui mounted Blanco Diablo； Mercedes was lifted upon White Woman； Thorne climbed astride Queen； Jim Lash was already upon his horse； which was as white as the others but bore no name； Ladd mounted the stallion Blanco Torres； and gathered up the long halters of the two pack horses； Gale came last with Blanco Sol。
As he toed the stirrup； hand on mane and pommel； Gale took one more look in at the door。 Nell stood in the gleam of light； her hair shining； face like ashes； her eyes dark； her lips parted； her arms outstretched。 That sweet and tragic picture etched its cruel outlines into Gale's heart。 He waved his hand and then fiercely leaped into the saddle。
Blanco Sol stepped out。
Before Gale stretched a line of moving horses； white against dark shadows。 He could not see the head of that column； he scarcely heard a soft hoofbeat。 A single star shone out of a rift in thin clouds。 There was no wind。 The air was cold。 The dark space of desert seemed to yawn。 To the left across the river flickered a few campfires。 The chill night； silent and mystical； seemed to close in upon Gale； and he faced the wide； quivering； black level with keen eyes and grim intent； and an awakening of that wild rapture which came like a spell to him in the open desert。
XI
Across Cactus and Lava
Blanco Sol showed no inclination to bend his head to the alfalfa which swished softly about his legs。 Gale felt the horse's sensitive； almost human alertness。 Sol knew as well as his master the nature of that flight。
At the far corner of the field Yaqui halted； and slowly the line of white horses merged into a compact mass。 There was a trail here leading down to the river。 the campfires were so close that the bright blazes could be seen in movement； and dark forms crossed in front of them。 Yaqui slipped out of his saddle。 He ran his hand over Diablo's nose and spoke low； and repeated this action for each of the other horses。 Gale had long ceased to question the strange Indian's behavior。 There was no explaining or understanding many of his manoeuvers。 But the results of them were always thought…provoking。 Gale had never seen horse stand so silently as in this instance； no stampno champ of bitno toss of headno shake of saddle or packno heave or snort！ It seemed they had become imbued with the spirit of the Indian。
Yaqui moved away into the shadows as noiselessly as if he were one of them。 The darkness swallowed him。 He had taken a parallel with the trail。 Gale wondered if Yaqui meant to try to lead his string of horses by the rebel sentinels。 Ladd had his head bent low； his ear toward the trail。 Jim's long neck had the arch of a listening deer。 Gale listened； too； and as the slow； silent moments went by his faculty of hearing grew more acute from strain。 He heard Blanco Sol breathe； he heard the pound of his own heart； he heard the silken rustle of the alfalfa； he heard a faint； far…off sound of voice； like a lost echo。 Then his ear seemed to register a movement of air； a disturbance so soft as to be nameless。 Then followed long； silent moments。
Yaqui appeared as he had vanished。 He might have been part of the shadows。 But he was there。 He started off down the trail leading Diablo。 Again the white line stretched slowly out。 Gale fell in behind。 A bench of ground； covered with sparse greasewood； sloped gently down to the deep； wide arroyo of Forlorn River。 Blanco Sol shied a few feet out of the trail。 Peering low with keen eyes； Gale made out three objectsa white sombrero； a blanket； and a Mexican lying face down。 The Yaqui had stolen upon this sentinel like a silent wind of death。 Just then a desert coyote wailed； and the wild cry fitted the darkness and the Yaqui's deed。
Once under the dark lee of the river bank Yaqui caused another halt； and he disappeared as before。 It seemed to Gale that the Indian started to cross the pale level sandbed of the river； where stones stood out gray； and the darker line of opposite shore was visible。 But he vanished； and it was impossible to tell whether he went one way or another。 Moments passed。 The horses held heads up； looked toward the glimmering campfires and listened。 Gale thrilled with the meaning of it allthe nightthe silence the flightand the wonderful Indian stealing with