Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1914-10-30
CHAPTER XVIII.

The high pass and the i~nsurrectos
were behind them now and the rolling
plains of Aqua Negra were at their
feet. To the northeast the smoke ban
ners of the Gadsden smelters lay like
ribbons across the sky, and the line
was not far away.
Yet, as they came down from the
mountains, Bud and Gracia fell silent
and slackened their slashing pace. The
time for parting was near. and part
ings are always sad.
But ten miles across the plain lay
Gadsden and Phil-Phil to whom Ora
ella was promised. There had been no
thoughts of him from the time they
sat together under the horse-blankets
waiting for the rain to pass until now
that the dangers were virtually over,
and but a short time more would place
them beyond the reach of either ru-
rales or rebels. Bud thought of the
duty he owed his pardner, even though
that ~pardner had played him false.
Great as was his longing for Gracia.
he could not forget that duty. Their
companionship had been but a thing
to forget If he could, or at best he
could only remember the sweetness
of 1t, and must forget the dreams he
had dreamed as he watched beside
Gracia in the hills He was taking her
to Phil. and all else must be sacrificed
for duty.
Bud looked far out across the valley
to where a train pulled In from the
south, and the sight of It made him I'M
easy. He watched still as it lay at the
station and, after a prolonged stare in
the direction of Aqua Negra, he refined
sharply to the north.
What is it?" asked Gracia, coming
out OF her reverie.
"Oh, nothing" answered Bud. slump.
ing down in his saddle. Il see the rail
road is open again-they might be
somebody up there looking for u.s."
You mean"
well, say a bunch Of ~rurales."
He turned still farther to the north
as he spoke and spurred his jaded
horse on. Gracia kept her roam be-
side him, but he took no notice, ex-
cept as he scanned the line with his
bloodshot eyes. He was a handbook
ing man now, with a rough stubble Of
beard on his face and a sullen set to
his jaw. AS two horsemen rode out
from distant Aqua Negra he turned
and glanced at Gracia.
aC1o~.. I{la za hann - A.. 49,
aver since we left Fortuna" he said
with a rueful smile. Are you good
for just one moref"
What is 1t now?- abe inquired
pulling herself together with an effort
'.Are those two men coming out to
meet US? Do you think they'd stop
usf" FIX.
That's about our luck" returned
Hooker. but vhsn We dip out Of sight
IN this swale here ven turn north and
hit for the lima"
"An right she agreed. "My horse
Is tired. but I'll DO whatever you say,
Bud
She tried to catch his eyes At thts
but he seemed lost In CONTEMPLATION Of
the horsemen-
~Them's ~ruraies." he said ct last,
"and heading straight for us-but
we've come too far to get caught now,
Come on!- he added bruskly, and went
~galloping UP the swale.
For. two miles they rode up the
wash, their heads below the level of the
plain. but as Bud emerged at the mouth
OF the gulch and looked warily over
the cut bank he suddenly reached for
his rife and measured the distance to
the line.
They vas too foxy for ma" he mutt
tered, rs Gracia looked over at the
approaching rurales. but ! can stand
em on" he added. so you go ahead
MOI" she cried, coming cut Ia open
rebellion Well l wont leave you
that's alli- she declared, a. he turned
to command her. "Oh, come along,
Budls She laid en- impulstvs hand
on his arm and he thrust his gun back
into the sling with ; thud.
IAN righti- he said Can't stop to
talk about r. Co ahead-and FAY the
hide on Of that Tcanl"
They were less than e mile from the
line, but the rurales had f~oreseen their