Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1914-11-05
: CHAPTER xxlv-contInued.

fugitiyes they a with vengeful eager
ness, racing each other for the higher
ground and the first shot at the reb-
els. First Alvarez on his white horse
would be ahead, and then, as they en-
countered rocks, the Yaquis would
surge to the front. 1t was a race and
at the same time it was a rout, for,
at the first glimpse of that oncoming
body of warriors. the cowardly follow
ers of Bernardo Bravo took to their
heels and fled.
But over the rocks no Chihuahuan,
no matter how scared, can hope to out
distance a Yaqui, and the pop, pop of
rifles told the fate Of the first luckless
stragglers. For the Yaquis, after a
hundred and sixty years of guerrilla
warfare, waste a shot; and as
savage yells and the crash of a sud
den volley drifted down from the rocky
heights the men who had been be-
sieged In Fortuna knew that death was
abroad in the hills.
Fainter and fainter came the shots
as the pursuit led on to the north and,
as Hooker strained his eyes to follow
a huge form that intuition told him
was Amigo, he was Weakened suddenly
from his preoccupation by the touch
of ONE unseen hand. He was in the
open with people all about him
Spanish refugees, Americans, trium-
Vth0T4 TtNinnrc onJ AI,s. yusYn1-h ,,t
that touch made him forget the battle
above him and instantly think of
Gracia.
He turned and hurried back to the
corral where Copper Bottom was kept,
and there he found her waiting, with
her roan all saddled, and she chal-
lenged him with her eyes. The sun
cleaned from a pistol that she held
in her hand, and again from her golden
hair, but he saw only her eyes, so
brave and daring, and the challenge
to mount and ride.
Only for a moment did he stand be-
fore her gaze, and then he caught up
his saddle and spoke soothingly to his
horse. They rode out of the corral
together, closing the gates behind
them and passing down a gulch to the
rear All the town lay silent below
them as they turned toward the west
ern pass.
The time had come. Well he knew
the dangers that lay between them
and the American line. Dangers not
for him but for her. In the hills and
passes and on the c-actus-covered
plain were thousands of men with
whom she would not be safe for an
~instant, and against whom he must
guar her that she might be delivered
safely to Phil. And he loved her then
as he had not believed it possible to
love a woman He loved this
that he was attempting to save for
another man, a "pardner" who had
at the best been reckless Of every
trust, who had been unfaithful to ev-
cry promise. And across the border
this man was waiting for the woman
Bud Hooker loved. That he take her
to him was a more severe test of his
manhood than any to which he had
before been subjected. That he be
untrue to the trust she reposed in
him never entered his mind for a mo-
ment. With a strong mans love for
her he thought only of how he was to
conduct her safely out of the dangers
which surrounded her.
Soldiers, miners, and refugees, men.
women, and children, every soul in
Fortuna was on the hill to see the last
Of the battle. 1t had been a crude
affair, but bravely ended, and some
thing in the dramatic suddenness of
this victory had held all ayes to the
close. Bud and Gracia passed out of
town unnoticed, and as soon as they
had rounded the point they spurred on
till they gained the pass.
Il knew you would comet" said
Gracia, smiling radiantly as they
paused at the fork.
"Sure!" answered Hooker with his
good-humored smile. Count me in on
anything-which way does this trail
go; do you know"
ut goes west twelve miles toward
Arispe," replied Gracia confidently,
and then it comes into the main road
that leads north to Nogales and Gads-
den"
THAT sounds about right for US"
replied Bud, "Gadsden's the place we
want to head for, and we want to get
there mighty quick, too, if them reb-
els will let US, an | guess that's what
they'll have to do whether they want
to or not"
They rode on together for some dis
lance, the girl seemingly oblivious of
the dangers which surrounded her,
and Hooker watching carefully for ev.
cry sign Of difficulty.
What is there up here?" inquired
Bud, pointing at a fainter trail that
led off toward the north. This coun-
try is new to me. Don't know, Ell?
Well, IL we followed that trail we'd
ruin into them rebels, anyway, SO we
might as well go to the west. Is your
saddle all right? Well hit 1t up then
I'D like to strike a road before
dark"
They hurried on, following a we'll
marked trail that alternately climbed
ridges and descended into arroyos,
until finally 1t dropped down into q
p~recipitous canon where a swollen
stream rushed and babbled and, while
they still watched expectantly for the
road, the evening quickly passed.
They had no opportunity for CONVEX
~sation. for the trail was too narrow
to permit Of their riding side by side.
Bud was thinking not only Of the dam
gers that surrounded them, but Of this
errand OF which he was engaged, and
what the end OF It meant to him.