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This young man was Dick Gale； but not the listless traveler； nor the lounging wanderer who； two months before； had by chance dropped into Casita。 Friendship； chivalry； lovethe deep…seated； unplumbed emotions that had been stirred into being with all their incalculable power for spiritual change； had rendered different the meaning of life。 In the moment almost of their realization the desert had claimed Gale； and had drawn him into its crucible。 The desert had multiplied weeks into years。 Heat； thirst； hunger； loneliness； toil； fear； ferocity； painhe knew them all。 He had felt them allthe white sun； with its glazed； coalescing； lurid fire； the caked split lips and rasping； dry…puffed tongue； the sickening ache in the pit of his stomach； the insupportable silence； the empty space； the utter desolation； the contempt of life； the weary ride； the long climb； the plod in sand； the search； search； search for water； the sleepless night alone； the watch and wait； the dread of ambush； the swift flight； the fierce pursuit of men wild as Bedouins and as fleet； the willingness to deal sudden death； the pain of poison thorn； the stinging tear of lead through flesh； and that strange paradox of the burning desert； the cold at night； the piercing icy wind； the dew that penetrated to the marrow； the numbing desert cold of the dawn。
Beyond any dream of adventure he had ever had； beyond any wild story he had every read； had been his experience with those hard…riding rangers； Ladd and Lash。 Then he had traveled alone the hundred miles of desert between Forlorn River and the Sonoyta Oasis。 Ladd's prophecy of trouble on the border had been mild compared to what had become the actuality。 With rebel occupancy of the garrison at Casita； outlaws； bandits； raiders in rioting bands had spread westward。 Like troops of Arabs； magnificently mounted； they were here； there； everywhere along the line； and if murder and worse were confined to the Mexican side； pillage and raiding were perpetrated across the border。 Many a dark…skinned raider bestrode one of Belding's fast horses； and indeed all except his selected white thoroughbreds had been stolen。 So the job of the rangers had become more than a patrolling of the boundary line to keep Japanese and Chinese from being smuggled into the United States。 Belding kept close at home to protect his family and to hold his property。 But the three rangers； in fulfilling their duty had incurred risks on their own side of the line； had been outraged； robbed； pursued； and injured on the other。 Some of the few waterholes that had to be reached lay far across the border in Mexican territory。 Horses had to drink； men had to drink； and Ladd and Lash were not of the stripe that forsook a task because of danger。 Slow to wrath at first； as became men who had long lived peaceful lives； they had at length revolted； and desert vultures could have told a gruesome story。 Made a comrade and ally of these bordermen； Dick Gale had leaped at the desert action and strife with an intensity of heart and a rare physical ability which accounted for the remarkable fact that he had not yet fallen by the way。
On this December afternoon the three rangers； as often； were separated。 Lash was far to the westward of Sonoyta； somewhere along Camino del Diablo； that terrible Devil's Road； where many desert wayfarers had perished。 Ladd had long been overdue in a prearranged meeting with Gale。 The fact that Ladd had not shown up miles west of the Papago Well was significant。
The sun had hidden behind clouds all the latter part of that day； an unusual occurrence for that region even in winter。 And now； as the light waned suddenly； telling of the hidden sunset； a cold dry； penetrating wind sprang up and blew in Gale's face。 Not at first； but by imperceptible degrees it chilled him。 He untied his coat from the back of the saddle and put it on。 A few cold drops of rain touched his cheek。
He halted upon the edge of a low escarpment。 Below him the narrowing valley showed bare； black ribs of rock； long； winding gray lines leading down to a central floor where mesquite and cactus dotted the barren landscape。 Moving objects； diminutive in size； gray and white in color； arrested Gale's roving sight。 They bobbed away for a while； then stopped。 They were antelope； and they had seen his horse。 When he rode on they started once more； keeping to the lowest level。 These wary animals were often desert watchdogs for the ranger； they would betray the proximity of horse or man。 With them trotting forward； he made better time for some miles across the valley。 When he lost them； caution once more slowed his advance。
The valley sloped up and narrowed； to head into an arroyo where grass began to show gray between the clumps of mesquite。 Shadows formed ahead in the hollows； along the walls of the arroyo； under the trees； and they seemed to creep； to rise； to float into a veil cast by the background of bold mountains； at last to claim the skyline。 Night was not close at hand； but it was there in the east； lifting upward； drooping downward； encroaching upon the west。
Gale dismounted to lead his horse； to go forward more slowly。 He had ridden sixty miles since morning； and he was tired； and a not entirely healed wound in his hip made one leg drag a little。 A mile up the arroyo； near its head； lay the Papago Well。 The need of water for his horse entailed a risk that otherwise he could have avoided。 The well was on Mexican soil。 Gale distinguished a faint light flickering through the thin； sharp foliage。 Campers were at the well； and； whoever they were； no doubt they had prevented Ladd from meeting Gale。 Ladd had gone back to the next waterhole； or maybe he was hiding in an arroyo to the eastward； awaiting developments。
Gale turned his horse； not without urge of iron arm and persuasive speech； for the desert steed scented water； and plodded back to the edge of the arroyo； where in a secluded circle of mesquite he halted。 The horse snorted his relief at the removal of the heavy； burdened saddle and accoutrements； and sagging； bent his knees； lowered himself with slow heave； and plunged down to roll in the sand。 Gale poured the contents of his larger canteen into his hat and held it to the horse's nose。
〃Drink； Sol；〃 he said。
It was but a drop for a thirsty horse。 However； Blanco Sol rubbed a west muzzle against Gale's hand in appreciation。 Gale loved the horse； and was loved in return。 They had saved each other's lives； and had spent long days and nights of desert solitude together。 Sol had known other masters； though none so kind as this new one； but it was certain that Gale had never before known a horse。
The spot of secluded ground was covered with bunches of galleta grass upon which Sol began to graze。 Gale made a long halter of his lariat to keep the horse from wandering in search of water。 Next Gale kicked off the cumbersome chapparejos； with their flapping； tripping folds of leather over his feet； and drawing a long rifle from its leather sheath； he slipped away into the shadows。
The coyotes were howling； not here and there； but in concerted volume at the head of the arroyo。 To Dick this was no more reassuring than had been the flickering light of the campfire。 The wild desert dogs； with their characteristic insolent curiosity； were baying men round a campfire。 Gale proceeded slowly； halting every few steps； careful not to brush against the stiff greasewood。 In the soft sand his steps made no sound。 The twinkling light vanished occasionally； like a Jack…o'lantern； and when it did show it seemed still a long way off。 Gale was not seeking trouble or inviting danger。 Water was the thing that drove him。 He must see who these campers were； and then decide how to give Blanco Sol a drink。
A rabbit rustled out of brush at Gale's feet and thumped away over the sand。 The wind pattered among dry； broken stalks of dead ocatilla。 Every little sound brought Gale to a listening pause。 The gloom was thickening fast into darkness。 It would be a night without starlight。 He moved forward up the pale； zigzag aisles between the mesquite。 He lost the light for a while； but the coyotes' chorus told him he was approaching the campfire。 Presently the light danced through the black branches； and soon grew into a flame。 Stooping low； with bushy mesquites between him and the fire； Gale advanced。 The coyotes were in full cry。 Gale heard the tramping； stamping thumps of many hoofs。 The sound worried him。 Foot by foot he advanced； and finally began to crawl。 The wind favored his position； so that neither coyotes nor horses could scent him。 The nearer he approached the head of the arroyo； where the well was located； the thicker grew the desert vegetation。 At length a dead palo verde； with huge black clumps of its parasite mistletoe thick in the branches； marked a distance from the well that Gale considered close enough。 Noiselessly he crawled here and there until he secured a favorable position； and then rose to peep from behind his covert。
He saw a bright fire； not a cooking…fire； for that would have been low and red； but a crackling blaze of mesquite。 Three men were in sight； all close to the burning sticks。 They