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if she was cold； and she answered that she was； speaking especially of her feet； which were growing numb。 Then she asked to be helped down to walk awhile。 At first she was cold and lame； and accepted the helping hand Dick proffered。 After a little； however； she recovered and went on without assistance。 Dick could scarcely believe his eyes； as from time to time he stole a sidelong glance at this silent girl； who walked with lithe and rapid stride。 She was wrapped in his long coat； yet it did not hide her slender grace。 He could not see her face； which was concealed by the black mantle。
A low…spoken word from Ladd recalled Gale to the question of surroundings and of possible dangers。 Ladd had halted a few yards ahead。 They had reached the summit of what was evidently a high ridge which sloped with much greater steepness on the far side。 It was only after a few more forward steps； however； that Dick could see down the slope。 Then full in view flashed a bright campfire around which clustered a group of dark figures。 They were encamped in a wide arroyo； where horses could be seen grazing in black patches of grass between clusters of trees。 A second look at the campers told Gale they were Mexicans。 At this moment Lash came forward to join Ladd； and the two spend a long； uninterrupted moment studying the arroyo。 A hoarse laugh； faint yet distinct； floated up on the cool wind。
〃Well； Laddy； what're you makin' of that outfit？〃 inquired Lash； speaking softly。
〃Same as any of them raider outfits；〃 replied Ladd。 〃They're across the line for beef。 But they'll run off any good stock。 As hoss thieves these rebels have got 'em all beat。 That outfit is waitin' till it's late。 There's a ranch up the arroyo。〃
Gale heard the first speaker curse under his breath。
〃Shore； I feel the same；〃 said Ladd。 〃But we've got a girl an' the young man to look after； not to mention our pack outfit。 An' we're huntin' for a job； not a fight； old hoss。 Keep on your chaps！〃
〃Nothin' to it but head south for the Rio Forlorn。〃
〃You're talkin' sense now； Jim。 I wish we'd headed that way long ago。 But it ain't strange I'd want to travel away from the border； thinkin' of the girl。 Jim； we can't go round this Greaser outfit an' strike the road again。 Too rough。 So we'll have to give up gettin' to San Felipe。〃
〃Perhaps it's just as well； Laddy。 Rio Forlorn is on the border line； but it's country where these rebels ain't been yet。〃
〃Wait till they learn of the oasis an' Beldin's hosses！〃 exclaimed Laddy。 〃I'm not anticipatin' peace anywhere along the border； Jim。 but we can't go ahead； we can't go back。〃
〃What'll we do； Laddy〃 It's a hike to Beldin's ranch。 An' if we get there in daylight some Greaser will see the girl before Beldin' can hide her。 It'll get talked about。 The news'll travel to Casita like sage balls before the wind。〃
〃Shore we won't ride into Rio Forlorn in the daytime。 Let's slip the packs； Jim。 We can hid them off in the cactus an' come back after them。 With the young man ridin' we〃
The whispering was interrupted by a loud ringing neigh that whistled up from the arroyo。 One of the horses had scented the travelers on the ridge top。 The indifference of the Mexicans changed to attention。
Ladd and Lash turned back and led the horses into the first opening on the south side of the road。 There was nothing more said at the moment； and manifestly the cowboys were in a hurry。 Gale had to run in the open places to keep up。 When they did stop it was welcome to Gale； for he had begun to fall behind。
The packs were slipped； securely tied and hidden in a mesquite clump。 Ladd strapped a blanket around one of the horses。 His next move was to take off his chaps。
〃Gale； you're wearin' boots； an' by liftin' your feet you can beat the cactus；〃 he whispered。 〃But thetheMiss Castaneda； she'll be torn all to pieces unless she puts these on。 Please tell heran' hurry。〃
Dick took the caps； and； going up to Mercedes； he explained the situation。 She laughed； evidently at his embarrassed earnestness； and slipped out of the saddle。
〃Senor； chapparejos and I are not strangers；〃 she said。
Deftly and promptly she equipped herself； and then Gale helped her into the saddle； called to her horse； and started off。 Lash directed Gale to mount the other saddled horse and go next。
Dick had not ridden a hundred yards behind the trotting leaders before he had sundry painful encounters with reaching cactus arms。 The horse missed these by a narrow margin。 Dick's knees appeared to be in line； and it be came necessary for him to lift them high and let his boots take the onslaught of the spikes。 He was at home in the saddle； and the accomplishment was about the only one he possessed that had been of any advantage during his sojourn in the West。
Ladd pursued a zigzag course southward across the desert； trotting down the aisles； cantering in wide； bare patches； walking through the clumps of cacti。 The desert seemed all of a sameness to Dicka wilderness of rocks and jagged growths hemmed in by lowering ranges； always looking close； yet never growing any nearer。 The moon slanted back toward the west； losing its white radiance； and the gloom of the earlier evening began to creep into the washes and to darken under the mesas。 By and by Ladd entered an arroyo； and here the travelers turned and twisted with the meanderings of a dry stream bed。 At the head of a canyon they had to take once more to the rougher ground。 Always it led down； always it grew rougher； more rolling； with wider bare spaces； always the black ranges loomed close。
Gale became chilled to the bone； and his clothes were damp and cold。 His knees smarted from the wounds of the poisoned thorns； and his right hand was either swollen stiff or too numb to move。 Moreover； he was tiring。 The excitement； the long walk； the miles on miles of jolting trotthese had wearied him。 Mercedes must be made of steel； he thought； to stand all that she had been subjected to and yet； when the stars were paling and dawn perhaps not far away； stay in the saddle。
So Dick Gale rode on； drowsier for each mile； and more and more giving the horse a choice of ground。 Sometimes a prod from a murderous spine roused Dick。 A grayness had blotted out the waning moon in the west and the clear； dark； starry sky overhead。 Once when Gale； thinking to fight his weariness； raised his head； he saw that one of the horses in the lead was riderless。 Ladd was carrying Mercedes。 Dick marveled that her collapse had not come sooner。 Another time； rousing himself again； he imagined they were now on a good hard road。
It seemed that hours passed； though he knew only little time had elapsed； when once more he threw off the spell of weariness。 He heard a dog bark。 Tall trees lined the open lane down which he was riding。 Presently in the gray gloom he saw low； square houses with flat roofs。 Ladd turned off to the left down another lane； gloomy between trees。 Every few rods there was one of the squat houses。 This lane opened into wider； lighter space。 The cold air bore a sweet perfumewhether of flowers or fruit Dick could not tell。 Ladd rode on for perhaps a quarter of a mile； though it seemed interminably long to Dick。 A grove of trees loomed dark in the gray morning。 Ladd entered it and was lost in the shade。 Dick rode on among trees。 Presently he heard voices； and soon another house； low and flat like the others； but so long he could not see the farther end； stood up blacker than the trees。 As he dismounted； cramped and sore； he could scarcely stand。 Lash came alongside。 He spoke； and some one with a big； hearty voice replied to him。 Then it seemed to Dick that he was led into blackness like pitch； where； presently； he felt blankets thrown on him and then his drowsy faculties faded。
IV
Forlorn River
When Dick opened his eyes a flood of golden sunshine streamed in at the open window under which he lay。 His first thought was one of blank wonder as to where in the world he happened to be。 The room was large； square； adobe…walled。 It was littered with saddles； harness； blankets。 Upon the floor was a bed spread out upon a tarpaulin。 Probably this was where some one had slept。 The sight of huge dusty spurs； a gun belt with sheath and gun； and a pair of leather chaps bristling with broken cactus thorns recalled to Dick the cowboys； the ride； Mercedes； and the whole strange adventure that had brought him there。
He did not recollect having removed his boots； indeed； upon second thought； he knew he had not done so。 But there they stood upon the floor。 Ladd and Lash must have taken them off when he was so exhausted and sleepy that he could not tell what was happening。 He felt a dead weight of complete lassitude； and he did not want to move。 A sudden pain in his hand caused him to hold it up。 It was black and blue； swollen to almost twice its normal size； and stiff as a board。 The knuckles were skinned and crusted with dry blood。 Dick soliloquized that it was the worst…looking hand he had seen since football days； and that it would inconvenience him for some time。
A warm； dry； fragrant breeze came through the window。 Dick caught again the sweet smell