werved； staggering along； brushed against the tables； kicked over the empty chairs。 He passed Rojas and his gang； and out of the tail of his eye saw that the bandit was watching him； waving his hands and talking fiercely。 The hum of the many voices grew louder； and when Dick lurched against a table； overturning it and spilling glasses into the laps of several Mexicans； there arose a shrill cry。 He had succeeded in attracting attention； almost every face turned his way。 One of the insulted men； a little tawny fellow； leaped up to confront Gale； and in a frenzy screamed a volley of Spanish； of which Gale distinguished 〃Gringo！〃 The Mexican stamped and made a threatening move with his right hand。 Dick swung his leg and with a swift side kick knocked the fellows feet from under him； whirling him down with a thud。
The action was performed so suddenly； so adroitly； it made the Mexican such a weakling； so like a tumbled tenpin； that the shrill jabbering hushed。 Gale knew this to be the significant moment。
Wheeling； he rushed at Rojas。 It was his old line…breaking plunge。 Neither Rojas nor his men had time to move。 The black…skinned bandit's face turned a dirty white； his jaw dropped； he would have shrieked if Gale had not hit him。 The blow swept him backward against his men。 Then Gale's heavy body； swiftly following with the momentum of that rush； struck the little group of rebels。 They went down with table and chairs in a sliding crash。
Gale carried by his plunge； went with them。 Like a cat he landed on top。 As he rose his powerful hands fastened on Rojas。 He jerked the little bandit off the tangled pile of struggling； yelling men； and； swinging him with terrific force； let go his hold。 Rojas slid along the floor； knocking over tables and chairs。 Gale bounded back； dragged Rojas up； handling him as if he were a limp sack。
A shot rang out above the yells。 Gale heard the jingle of breaking glass。 The room darkened perceptibly。 He flashed a glance backward。 The two cowboys were between him and the crowd of frantic rebels。 One cowboy held two guns low down； level in front of him。 The other had his gun raised and aimed。 On the instant it spouted red and white。 With the crack came the crashing of glass； another darkening shade over the room。 With a cry Gale slung the bleeding Rojas from him。 The bandit struck a table； toppled over it； fell； and lay prone。
Another shot made the room full of moving shadows； with light only back of the bar。 A white…clad figure rushed at Gale。 He tripped the man； but had to kick hard to disengage himself from grasping hands。 Another figure closed in on Gale。 This one was dark； swift。 A blade glinteddescribed a circle alot。 Simultaneously with a close； red flash the knife wavered； the man wielding it stumbled backward。 In the din Gale did not hear a report； but the Mexican's fall was significant。 Then pandemonium broke loose。 The din became a roar。 Gale heard shots that sounded like dull spats in the distance。 The big lamp behind the bar seemingly split； then sputtered and went out； leaving the room in darkness。
Gale leaped toward the restaurant door； which was outlined faintly by the yellow light within。 Right and left he pushed the groping men who jostled with him。 He vaulted a pool table； sent tables and chairs flying； and gained the door； to be the first of a wedging mob to squeeze through。 One sweep of his arm knocked the restaurant lamp from its stand； and he ran out； leaving darkness behind him。 A few bounds took him into the parlor。 It was deserted。 Thorne had gotten away with Mercedes。
It was then Gale slowed up。 For the space of perhaps sixty seconds he had been moving with startling velocity。 He peered cautiously out into the plaza。 The paths； the benches； the shady places under the trees contained no skulking men。 He ran out； keeping to the shade； and did not go into the path till he was halfway through the plaza。 Under a street lamp at the far end of the path he thought he saw two dark figures。 He ran faster； and soon reached the street。 The uproar back in the hotel began to diminish； or else he was getting out of hearing。 The few people he saw close at hand were all coming his way； and only the foremost showed any excitement。 Gale walked swiftly； peering ahead for two figures。 Presently he saw themone tall； wearing a cape； the other slight； mantled。 Gale drew a sharp breath of relief。 Throne and Mercedes were not far ahead。
From time to time Thorne looked back。 He strode swiftly； almost carrying Mercedes； who clung closely to him。 She； too； looked back。 Once Gale saw her white face flash in the light of a street lamp。 He began to overhaul them； and soon； when the last lamp had been passed and the street was dark； he ventured a whistle。 Thorne heard it； for he turned； whistled a low reply； and went on。 Not for some distance beyond； where the street ended in open country； did they halt to wait。 The desert began here。 Gale felt the soft sand under his feet and saw the grotesque forms of cactus。 Then he came up with the fugitives。
〃Dick！ Are youall right？〃 panted Thorne； grasping Gale。
〃I'mout of breathbutO。K。；〃 replied Gale。
〃Good！ Good！〃 choked Thorne。 〃I was scaredhelpless。。。。Dick； it worked splendidly。 We had no trouble。 What on earth did you do？〃
〃I made the row； all right；〃 said Dick。
〃Good Heavens！ It was like a row I once heard made by a mob。 But the shots； Dickwere they at you？ They paralyzed me。 Then the yells。 what happened？ Those guards of Rojas ran round in front at the first shot。 Tell me what happened。〃
〃While I was rushing Rojas a couple of cowboys shot out the lamplights。 A Mexican who pulled a knife on me got hurt； I guess。 Then I think there was some shooting from the rebels after the room was dark。〃
〃Rushing Rojas？〃 queried Thorne； leaning close to Dick。 His voice was thrilling； exultant； deep with a joy that yet needed confirmation。 〃What did you do to him？〃
〃I handed him one off side； tackled； then tried a forward pass；〃 replied Dick； lightly speaking the football vernacular so familiar to Thorne。
Thorne leaned closer； his fine face showing fierce and corded in the starlight。 〃Tell me straight；〃 he demanded； in thick voice。
Gale then divined something of the suffering Thorne had undergone something of the hot； wild； vengeful passion of a lover who must have brutal truth。
It stilled Dick's lighter mood； and he was about to reply when Mercedes pressed close to him； touched his hands； looked up into his face with wonderful eyes。 He thought he would not soon forget their beautythe shadow of pain that had been； the hope dawning so fugitively。
〃Dear lady；〃 said Gale； with voice not wholly steady； 〃Rojas himself will hound you no more to…night； nor for many nights。〃
She seemed to shake； to thrill； to rise with the intelligence。 She pressed his hand close over her heaving breast。 Gale felt the quick throb of her heart。
〃Senor！ Senor Dick！〃 she cried。 Then her voice failed。 But her hands flew up； quick as a flash she raised her facekissed him。 Then she turned and with a sob fell into Thorne's arms。
There ensued a silence broken only by Mercedes' sobbing。 Gale walked some paces away。 If he were not stunned； he certainly was agitated。 the strange； sweet fire of that girl's lips remained with him。 On the spur of the moment he imagined he had a jealousy of Thorne。 But presently this passed。 It was only that he had been deeply movedstirred to the depths during the last hourhad become conscious of the awakening of a spirit。 What remained with him now was the splendid glow of gladness that he had been of service to Thorne。 And by the intensity of Mercedes' abandon of relief and gratitude he measured her agony of terror and the fate he had spared her。
〃Dick； Dick； come here！〃 called Thorne softly。 〃Let's pull ourselves together now。 We've got a problem yet。 What to do？ Where to go？ How to get any place？ We don't dare risk the stationthe corrals where Mexicans hire out horses。 We're on gold old U。S。 ground this minute； but we're not out of danger。〃
As he paused； evidently hoping for a suggestion from Gale； the silence was broken by the clear； ringing peal of a bugle。 Thorne gave a
violent start。 Then he bent over； listening。 The beautiful notes of the bugle floated out of the darkness； clearer； sharper； faster。
〃It's a call； Dick！ It's a call！〃 he cried。
Gale had no answer to make。 Mercedes stood as if stricken。 The bugle call ended。 From a distance another faintly pealed。 There were other sounds too remote to recognize。 Then scattering shots rattled out。
〃Dick； the rebels are fighting somebody；〃 burst out
Thorne； excitedly。 〃The little federal garrison still holds its stand。 Perhaps it is attacked again。 Anyway； there's something doing over the line。 Maybe the crazy Greasers are firing on our camp。 We've feared itin the dark。。。。And here I am； away without leavepractically a deserter！〃
〃Go back！ Go back； before you're too late！〃 cried Mercedes。
〃Better make tracks； Thorne；〃 added Gale。 〃It can't help our predicament for you to be arrested。 I'll take care of Mercedes。〃
〃No； no； no；〃 replied Thorne。 〃I can get awayavoid arrest。〃
〃That'd be all right for the immediate present。 But it's not best for the future。 George； a deserter is a deserter！。。。Better hurry。 Leave the girl to me till tomorrow。〃
Mercedes embraced her lover； begged him to go。 Thorne wavered。
〃Dick； I'm up against it；〃 he said。 〃You're right。 If only I can get back in time。 but； oh； I hate to leave her！ Old fellow； you've saved her！ I already owe you everlasting gratitude。 Keep out of Casita； Dick。 The U。S。 side might be safe； but I'm afraid to trust it at night。 Go out in the desert； up in the mountains； in some safe place。 Then come to me in camp。 We'll plan。 I'll have to confide in Colonel Weede。 Maybe he'll help us。 Hide her from the rebelsthat's all。〃
He wrung Dick's hand； clasped Mercedes tightly in his arms； kissed her； and murmured low over her； then released her to rush off into the darkness。 He disappeared in the gloom。 The sound of his dull footfalls gradually died away。
For a moment the desert silence op