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s for the horses； and until now no one had given the question more consideration。 Gale found that the arroyo widened as it opened。 Near the head； where it was narrow； the grass lined the course of the dry stream bed。 But farther down this stream bed spread out。 There was every indication that at flood seasons the water covered the floor of the arroyo。 The farther Gale went the thicker and larger grew the gnarled mesquites and palo verdes； the more cactus and greasewood there were； and other desert growths。 Patches of gray grass grew everywhere。 Gale began to wonder where the horses were。 Finally the trees and brush thinned out； and a mile…wide gray plain stretched down to reddish sand dunes。 Over to one side were the white horses； and even as Gale saw them both Blanco Diablo and Sol lifted their heads and； with white manes tossing in the wind； whistled clarion calls。 Here was grass enough for many horses； the arroyo was indeed an oasis。
Ladd and the others were awaiting Gale's report； and they received it with calmness； yet with a joy no less evident because it was restrained。 Gale； in his keen observation at the moment； found that he and his comrades turned with glad eyes to the woman of the party。
〃Senor Laddy； you thinkyou believewe shall〃 she faltered； and her voice failed。 It was the woman in her； weakening in the light of real hope； of the happiness now possible beyond that desert barrier。
〃Mercedes； no white man can tell what'll come to pass out here；〃 said Ladd； earnestly。 〃Shore I have hopes now I never dreamed of。 I was pretty near a dead man。 The Indian saved me。 Queer notions have come into my head about Yaqui。 I don't understand them。 He seems when you look at him only a squalid； sullen； vengeful savage。 But Lord！ that's far from the truth。 Mebbe Yaqui's different from most Indians。 He looks the same； though。 Mebbe the trouble is we white folks never knew the Indian。 Anyway； Beldin' had it right。 Yaqui's our godsend。 Now as to the future； I'd like to know mebbe as well as you if we're ever to get home。 Only bein' what I am； I say； Quien sabe？ But somethin' tells me Yaqui knows。 Ask him； Mercedes。 Make him tell。 We'll all be the better for knowin'。 We'd be stronger for havin' more'n our faith in him。 He's silent Indian； but make him tell。〃
Mercedes called to Yaqui。 At her bidding there was always a suggestion of hurry； which otherwise was never manifest in his actions。 She put a hand on his bared muscular arm and began to speak in Spanish。 Her voice was low； swift； full of deep emotion； sweet as the sound of a bell。 It thrilled Gale； though he understood scarcely a word she said。 He did not need translation to know that here spoke the longing of a woman for life； love； home； the heritage of a woman's heart。
Gale doubted his own divining impression。 It was that the Yaqui understood this woman's longing。 In Gale's sight the Indian's stoicism； his inscrutability； the lavalike hardness of his face； although they did not change； seemed to give forth light； gentleness； loyalty。 For an instant Gale seemed to have a vision； but it did not last； and he failed to hold some beautiful illusive thing。
〃Si！〃 rolled out the Indian's reply； full of power and depth。
Mercedes drew a long breath； and her hand sought Thorne's。
〃He says yes；〃 she whispered。 〃He answers he'll save us； he'll take us all backhe knows！〃
The Indian turned away to his tasks； and the silence that held the little group was finally broken by Ladd。
〃Shore I said so。 Now all we've got to do is use sense。 Friends； I'm the commissary department of this outfit； an' what I say goes。 You all won't eat except when I tell you。 Mebbe it'll not be so hard to keep our health。 Starved beggars don't get sick。 But there's the heat comin'； an' we can all go loco； you know。 To pass the time！ Lord； that's our problem。 Now if you all only had a hankerin' for checkers。 Shore I'll make a board an' make you play。 Thorne； you're the luckiest。 You've got your girl； an' this can be a honeymoon。 Now with a few tools an' little material see what a grand house you can build for your wife。 Dick； you're lucky；too。 You like to hunt； an' up there you'll find the finest bighorn huntin' in the West。 Take Yaqui and the 。405。 We need the meat； but while you're gettin' it have your sport。 The same chance will never come again。 I wish we all was able to go。 But crippled men can't climb the lava。 Shore you'll see some country from the peaks。 There's no wilder place on earth； except the poles。 An' when you're older； you an' Nell； with a couple of fine boys； think what it'll be to tell them about bein' lost in the lava； an' huntin' sheep with a Yaqui。 Shore I've hit it。 You can take yours out in huntin' an' thinkin'。 Now if I had a girl like Nell I'd never go crazy。 That's your game； Dick。 Hunt； an' think of Nell； an' how you'll tell those fine boys about it all； an' about the old cowman you knowed； Laddy； who'll by then be long past the divide。 Rustle now； son。 Get some enthusiasm。 For shore you'll need it for yourself an' us。
Gale climbed the lava slope； away round to the right of the arroyo； along an old trail that Yaqui said the Papagos had made before his own people had hunted there。 Part way it led through spiked； crested； upheaved lava that would have been almost impassable even without its silver coating of choya cactus。 There were benches and ledges and ridges bare and glistening in the sun。 From the crests of these Yaqui's searching falcon gaze roved near and far for signs of sheep； and Gale used his glass on the reaches of lava that slanted steeply upward to the corrugated peaks； and down over endless heave and roll and red…waved slopes。 The heat smoked up from the lava； and this； with the red color and the shiny choyas； gave the impression of a world of smoldering fire。
Farther along the slope Yaqui halted and crawled behind projections to a point commanding a view over an extraordinary section of country。 The peaks were off to the left。 In the foreground were gullies； ridges； and canyons； arroyos； all glistening with choyas and some other and more numerous white bushes； and here and there towered a green cactus。 This region was only a splintered and more devastated part of the volcanic slope； but it was miles in extent。 Yaqui peeped over the top of a blunt block of lava and searched the sharp…billowed wilderness。 Suddenly he grasped Gale and pointed across a deep wide gully。
With the aid of his glass Gale saw five sheep。 They were much larger than he had expected； dull brown in color； and two of them were rams with great curved horns。 They were looking in his direction。 Remembering what he had heard about the wonderful eyesight of these mountain animals； Gale could only conclude that they had seen the hunters。
Then Yaqui's movements attracted and interested him。 The Indian had brought with him a red scarf and a mesquite branch。 He tied the scarf to the stick； and propped this up in a crack of the lava。 The scarf waved in the wind。 That done； the Indian bade Gale watch。
Once again he leveled the glass at the sheep。 All five were motionless； standing like statues； heads pointed across the gully。 They were more than a mile distant。 When Gale looked without his glass they merged into the roughness of the lava。 He was intensely interested。 Did the sheep see the red scarf？ It seemed incredible； but nothing else could account for that statuesque alertness。 The sheep held this rigid position for perhaps fifteen minutes。 Then the leading ram started to approach。 The others followed。 He took a few steps； then halted。 Always he held his head up； nose pointed。
〃By George； they're coming！〃 exclaimed Gale。 〃They see that flag。 They're hunting us。 They're curious。 If this doesn't beat me！〃
Evidently the Indian understood； for he grunted。
Gale found difficulty in curbing his impatience。 The approach of the sheep was slow。 The advances of the leader and the intervals of watching had a singular regularity。 He worked like a machine。 Gale followed him down the opposite wall； around holes； across gullies； over ridges。 Then Gale shifted the glass back to find the others。 They were coming also； with exactly the same pace and pause of their leader。 What steppers they were！ How sure…footed！ What leaps they made！ It was thrilling to watch them。 Gale forgot he had a rifle。 The Yaqui pressed a heavy hand down upon his shoulder。 He was to keep well hidden and to be quiet。 Gale suddenly conceived the idea that the sheep might come clear across to investigate the puzzling red thing fluttering in the breeze。 Strange； indeed； would that be for the wildest creatures in the world。
The big ram led on with the same regular persistence； and in half an hour's time he was in the bottom of the great gulf； and soon he was facing up the slope。 Gale knew then that the alluring scarf had fascinated him。
It was no longer necessary now for Gale to use his glass。 There was a short period when an intervening crest of lava hid the sheep from view。 After that the two rams and their smaller followers were plainly in sight for perhaps a quarter of an hour。 Then they disappeared behind anot