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〃Hello； Dick。 I woke some late this mornin'。 Where's Laddy？ Dick； you ain't a…goin' to say〃
〃Laddy's alivethat's about all；〃 replied Dick。
〃Where's Thorne an' Mercedes？ Look here； man。 I reckon you ain't packin' this crippled outfit down that awful trail？〃
〃Had to； Jim。 An hour's sunwould killboth Laddy and Thorne。 Come on now。〃
For once Jim Lash's cool good nature and careless indifference gave precedence to amaze and concern。
〃Always knew you was a husky chap。 But； Dick； you're no hoss！ Get me a crutch an' give me a lift on one side。〃
〃Come on；〃 replied Gale。 〃I've no time to monkey。〃
He lifted the ranger； called to Yaqui to follow with some of the camp outfit； and once more essayed the steep descent。 Jim Lash was the heaviest man of the three； and Gale's strength was put to enormous strain to carry him on that broken trail。 Nevertheless； Gale went down； down； walking swiftly and surely over the bad places； and at last he staggered into the arroyo with bursting heart and red…blinded eyes。 When he had recovered he made a final trip up the slope for the camp effects which Yaqui had been unable to carry。
Then he drew Jim and Mercedes and Yaqui； also； into an earnest discussion of ways and means whereby to fight for the life of Thorne。 Ladd's case Gale now considered hopeless； though he meant to fight for him； too； as long as he breathed。
In the labor of watching and nursing it seemed to Gale that two days and two nights slipped by like a few hours。 During that time the Indian recovered from his injury； and became capable of performing all except heavy tasks。 Then Gale succumbed to weariness。 After his much…needed rest he relieved Mercedes of the care and watch over Thorne which； up to that time； she had absolutely refused to relinquish。 The cavalryman had high fever； and Gale feared he had developed blood poisoning。 He required constant attention。 His condition slowly grew worse； and there came a day which Gale thought surely was the end。 But that day passed； and the night； and the next day； and Thorne lived on； ghastly； stricken； raving。 Mercedes hung over him with jealous； passionate care and did all that could have been humanly done for a man。 She grew wan； absorbed； silent。 But suddenly； and to Gale's amaze and thanksgiving； there came an abatement of Thorne's fever。 With it some of the heat and redness of the inflamed wound disappeared。 Next morning he was conscious； and Gale grasped some of the hope that Mercedes had never abandoned。 He forced her to rest while he attended to Thorne。 That day he saw that the crisis was past。 Recovery for Thorne was now possible； and would perhaps depend entirely upon the care he received。
Jim Lash's wound healed without any aggravating symptoms。 It would be only a matter of time unti he had the use of his leg again。 All these days； however； there was little apparent change in Ladd's condition unless it was that he seemed to fade away as he lingered。 At first his wounds remained open； they bled a little all the time outwardly； perhaps internally also； the blood did not seem to clot； and so the bullet holes did not close。 Then Yaqui asked for the care of Ladd。 Gale yielded it with opposing thoughtsthat Ladd would waste slowly away till life ceased； and that there never was any telling what might lie in the power of this strange Indian。 Yaqui absented himself from camp for a while； and when he returned he carried the roots and leaves of desert plants unknown to Gale。 From these the Indian brewed an ointment。 Then he stripped the bandages from Ladd and applied the mixture to his wounds。 That done； he let him lie with the wounds exposed to the air； at night covering him。 Next day he again exposed the wounds to the warm； dry air。 Slowly they closed； and Ladd ceased to bleed externally。
Days passed and grew into what Gale imagined must have been weeks。 Yaqui recovered fully。 Jim Lash began to move about on a crutch； he shared the Indian's watch over Ladd。 Thorne lay haggard； emaciated ghost of his rugged self； but with life in the eyes that turned always toward Mercedes。 Ladd lingered and lingered。 The life seemingly would not leave his bullet…pierced body。 He faded； withered； shrunk till he was almost a skeleton。 He knew those who worked and watched over him； but he had no power of speech。 His eyes and eyelids moved； the rest of him seemed stone。 All those days nothing except water was given him。 It was marvelous how tenaciously； however feebly； he clung to life。 Gale imagined it was the Yaqui's spirit that held back death。 That tireless； implacable； inscrutable savage was ever at the ranger's side。 His great somber eyes burned。 At length he went to Gale； and； with that strange light flitting across the hard bronzed face； he said Ladd would live。
The second day after Ladd had been given such thin nourishment as he could swallow he recovered the use of his tongue。
〃Shorethis'shell；〃 he whispered。
That was a characteristic speech for the ranger； Gale thought； and indeed it made all who heard it smile while their eyes were wet。
From that time forward Ladd gained； but he gained so immeasurably slowly that only the eyes of hope could have seen any improvement。 Jim Lash threw away his crutch； and Thorne was well； if still somewhat weak； before Ladd could lift his arm or turn his head。 A kind of long； immovable gloom passed； like a shadow； from his face。 His whispers grew stronger。 And the day arrived when Gale； who was perhaps the least optimistic； threw doubt to the winds and knew the ranger would get well。 For Gale that joyous moment of realization was one in which he seemed to return to a former self long absent。 He experienced an elevation of soul。 He was suddenly overwhelmed with gratefulness； humility； awe。 A gloomy black terror had passed by。 He wanted to thank the faithful Mercedes； and Thorne for getting well； and the cheerful Lash； and Ladd himself； and that strange and wonderful Yaqui； now such a splendid figure。 He thought of home and Nell。 The terrible encompassing red slopes lost something of their fearsomeness； and there was a good spirit hovering near。
〃Boys； come round；〃 called Ladd； in his low voice。 〃An' you； Mercedes。 An' call the Yaqui。〃
Ladd lay in the shade of the brush shelter that had been erected。 His head was raised slightly on a pillow。 There seemed little of him but long lean lines； and if it had not been for his keen； thoughtful； kindly eyes； his face would have resembled a death mask of a man starved。
〃Shore I want to know what day is it an' what month？〃 asked Ladd。
Nobody could answer him。 The question seemed a surprise to Gale； and evidently was so to the others。
〃Look at that cactus；〃 went on Ladd。
Near the wall of lava a stunted saguaro lifted its head。 A few shriveled blossoms that had once been white hung along the fluted column。
〃I reckon according to that giant cactus it's somewheres along the end of March；〃 said Jim Lash； soberly。
〃Shore it's April。 Look where the sun is。 An' can't you feel it's gettin' hot？〃
〃Supposin' it is April？〃 queried Lash slowly。
〃Well； what I'm drivin' at is it's about time you all was hittin' the trail back to Forlorn River； before the waterholes dry out。〃
〃Laddy； I reckon we'll start soon as you're able to be put on a hoss。〃
〃Shore that 'll be too late。〃
A silence ensued； in which those who heard Ladd gazed fixedly at him and then at one another。 Lash uneasily shifted the position of his lame leg； and Gale saw him moisten his lips with his tongue。
〃Charlie Ladd； I ain't reckonin' you mean we're to ride off an' leave you here？〃
〃What else is there to do？ The hot weather's close。 Pretty soon most of the waterholes will be dry。 You can't travel then。。。。I'm on my back here； an' God only knows when I could be packed out。 Not for weeks； mebbe。 I'll never be any good again； even if I was to get out alive。。。。You see； shore this sort of case comes round sometimes in the desert。 It's common enough。 I've heard of several cases where men had to go an' leave a feller behind。 It's reasonable。 If you're fightin' the desert you can't afford to be sentimental。。。 Now； as I said； I'm all in。 So what's the sense of you waitin' here； when it means the old desert story？ By goin' now mebbe you'll get home。 If you wait on a chance of takin' me； you'll be too late。 Pretty soon this lava 'll be one roastin' hell。 Shore now； boys； you'll see this the right way？ Jim； old pard？〃
〃No； Laddy； an' I can't figger how you could ever ask me。〃
〃Shore then leave me here with Yaqui an' a could of the hosses。 We can eat sheep meat。 An' if the water holds out〃
〃No！〃 interrupted Lash； violently。
Ladd's eyes sought Gale's face。
〃Son； you ain't bull…headed like Jim。 You'll see the sense of it。 There's Nell a…waitin' back at Forlorn River。 Think what it means to her！ She's a damn fine girl； Dick； an' what right have you to break her heart for an old worn…out cowpuncher？ Think how she's watchin' for you with that sweet face all sad an' troubled； an' her eyes turnin' black。 You'll go； son； won't you？〃
Dick shook his head。
The ranger turned his gaze upon Thorne； and now the keen； glistening lig