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〃That's my Papago herdsman。 I keep watch over the horses now day and night。 Lord； how I'd hate to have Rojas or Salazarany of those bandit rebelsfind my horses！。。。Gale； can you ride？〃
Dick modestly replied that he could； according to the Eastern idea of horsemanship。
〃You don't need to be half horse to ride one of that bunch。 But over there in the other field I've iron…jawed broncos I wouldn't want you to tackleexcept to see the fun。 I've an outlaw I'll gamble even Laddy can't ride。〃
〃So。 How much'll you gamble？〃 asked Laddy； instantly。
The ringing of a bell； which Belding said was a call to supper； turned the men back toward the house。 Facing that way； Gale saw dark； beetling ridges rising from the oasis and leading up to bare； black mountains。 He had heard Belding call them No Name Mountains； and somehow the appellation suited those lofty； mysterious； frowning peaks。
It was not until they reached the house and were about to go in that Belding chanced to discover Gale's crippled hand。
〃What an awful hand！〃 he exclaimed。 〃Where the devil did you get that？〃
〃I stove in my knuckles on Rojas；〃 replied Dick。
〃You did that in one punch？ Say； I'm glad it wasn't me you hit！ Why didn't you tell me？ That's a bad hand。 Those cuts are full of dirt and sand。 Inflammation's setting in。 It's got to be dressed。 Nell！〃 he called。
There was no answer。 He called again； louder。
〃Mother； where's the girl？〃
〃She's there in the dining…room；〃 replied Mrs。 Belding。
〃Did she hear me？〃 he inquired； impatiently。
〃Of course。〃
〃Nell！〃 roared Belding。
This brought results。 Dick saw a glimpse of golden hair and a white dress in the door。 But they were not visible longer than a second。
〃Dad； what's the matter？〃 asked a voice that was still as sweet as formerly； but now rather small and constrained。
〃Bring the antiseptics； cotton； bandagesand things out here。 Hurry now。〃
Belding fetched a pail of water and a basin from the kitchen。 His wife followed him out； and； upon seeing Dick's hand； was all solicitude。 Then Dick heard light； quick footsteps； but he did not look up。
〃Nell； this is Mr。 GallDick Gale； who came with the boys last last night；〃 said Belding。 〃He's got an awful hand。 Got it punching that greaser Rojas。 I want you to dress it。。。。Gale； this is my step…daughter； Nell Burton； of whom I spoke。 She's some good when there's somebody sick or hurt。 Shove out your fist； my boy； and let her get at it。 Supper's nearly ready。〃
Dick felt that same strange； quickening heart throb； yet he had never been cooler in his life。 More than anything else in the world he wanted to look at Nell Burton； however； divining that the situation might be embarrassing to her； he refrained from looking up。 She began to bathe his injured knuckles。 He noted the softness； the deftness of her touch； and then it seemed her fingers were not quite as steady as they might have been。 Still； in a moment they appeared to become surer in their work。 She had beautiful hands； not too large； though certainly not small； and they were strong； brown； supple。 He observed next； with stealthy； upward…stealing glance； that she had rolled up her sleeves； exposing fine； round arms graceful in line。 Her skin was brownno； it was more gold than brown。 It had a wonderful clear tint。 Dick stoically lowered his eyes then； putting off as long as possible the alluring moment when he was to look into her face。 That would be a fateful moment。 He played with a certain strange joy of anticipation。 When； however； she sat down beside him and rested his injured hand in her lap as she cut bandages； she was so thrillingly near that he yielded to an irrepressible desire to look up。 She had a sweet； fair face warmly tinted with that same healthy golden…brown sunburn。 Her hair was light gold and abundant； a waving mass。 Her eyes were shaded by long； downcast lashes； yet through them he caught a gleam of blue。
Despite the stir within him； Gale； seeing she was now absorbed in her task； critically studied her with a second closer gaze。 She was a sweet； wholesome； joyous； pretty girl。
〃Shore it musta hurt？〃 replied Laddy； who sat an interested spectator。
〃Yes； I confess it did；〃 replied Dick； slowly； with his eyes on Nell's face。 〃But I didn't mind。〃
The girl's lashes swept up swiftly in surprise。 She had taken his words literally。 But the dark…blue eyes met his for only a fleeting second。 Then the warm tint in her cheeks turned as red as her lips。 Hurriedly she finished tying the bandage and rose to her feet。
〃I thank you；〃 said Gale； also rising。
With that Belding appeared in the doorway； and finding the operation concluded； called them in to supper。 Dick had the use of only one arm； and he certainly was keenly aware of the shy； silent girl across the table； but in spite of these considerable handicaps he eclipsed both hungry cowboys in the assault upon Mrs。 Belding's bounteous supper。 Belding talked； the cowboys talked more or less。 Mrs。 Belding put in a word now and then； and Dick managed to find brief intervals when it was possible for him to say yes or no。 He observed gratefully that no one round the table seemed to be aware of his enormous appetite。
After supper； having a favorable opportunity when for a moment no one was at hand； Dick went out through the yard； past the gardens and fields； and climbed the first knoll。 From that vantage point he looked out over the little hamlet； somewhat to his right； and was surprised at its extent； its considerable number of adobe houses。 The overhanging mountains； ragged and darkening； a great heave of splintered rock； rather chilled and affronted him。
Westward the setting sun gilded a spiked； frost…colored； limitless expanse of desert。 It awed Gale。 Everywhere rose blunt； broken ranges or isolated groups of mountains。 Yet the desert stretched away down between and beyond them。 When the sun set and Gale could not see so far； he felt a relief。
That grand and austere attraction of distance gone； he saw the desert nearer at handthe valley at his feet。 What a strange gray； somber place！ There was a lighter strip of gray winding down between darker hues。 This he realized presently was the river bed； and he saw how the pools of water narrowed and diminished in size till they lost themselves in gray sand。 This was the rainy season； near its end； and here a little river struggled hopelessly； forlornly to live in the desert。 He received a potent impression of the nature of that blasted age…worn waste which he had divined was to give him strength and work and love。
V
A Desert Rose
Belding assigned Dick to a little room which had no windows but two doors； one opening into the patio； the other into the yard on the west side of the house。 It contained only the barest necessities for comfort。 Dick mentioned the baggage he had left in the hotel at Casita； and it was Belding's opinion that to try to recover his property would be rather risky； on the moment Richard Gale was probably not popular with the Mexicans at Casita。 So Dick bade good…by to fine suits of clothes and linen with a feeling that； as he had said farewell to an idle and useless past； it was just as well not to have any old luxuries as reminders。 As he possessed； however； not a thing save the clothes on his back； and not even a handkerchief； he expressed regret that he had come to Forlorn River a beggar。
〃Beggar hell！〃 exploded Belding； with his eyes snapping in the lamplight。 〃Money's the last thing we think of out here。 All the same； Gale； if you stick you'll be rich。〃
〃It wouldn't surprise me；〃 replied Dick； thoughtfully。 But he was not thinking of material wealth。 Then； as he viewed his stained and torn shirt； he laughed and said 〃Belding； while I'm getting rich I'd like to have some respectable clothes。〃
〃We've a little Mex store in town； and what you can't get there the women folks will make for you。〃
When Dick lay down he was dully conscious of pain and headache； that he did not feel well。 Despite this； and a mind thronging with memories and anticipations； he succumbed to weariness and soon fell asleep。
It was light when he awoke； but a strange brightness seen through what seemed blurred eyes。 A moment passed before his mind worked clearly； and then he had to make an effort to think。 He was dizzy。
When he essayed to lift his right arm； an excruciating pain made him desist。 Then he discovered that his arm was badly swollen； and the hand had burst its bandages。 The injured member was red； angry； inflamed； and twice its normal size。 He felt hot all over； and a raging headache consumed him。
Belding came stamping into the room。
〃Hello； Dick。 Do you know it's late？ How's the busted fist this morning？〃
Dick tried to sit up； but his effort was a failure。 He got about half up； then felt himself weakly sliding back。
〃I guessI'm pretty sick；〃 he said。
He saw Belding lean over him； feel his face； and speak； and then everything seemed to drift； not into darkness； but into some region where he had dim perceptions of gray moving things； and of voices that were remote。 Then there came an interval when all was blank。 He knew not whether it was o