Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1917-07-27
CHAPTER XIV.
The Dawn.


Juan Garcia proved to be good
guide, and he saved the refugees many
miles on their road to the Rio Grande.
But every farm and every village was
a menace, and at first they were forced
to make numerous detours. AS the
night grew older, however, they rode
straighter course, urging their horses
to the limit, hoping against hope to
reach the border before daylight over
took them. This they might have done
had it not been for Father O'Malley
and Dolores, who were unused to the
saddle and unable to maintain the pace
Juan set for them.
About midnight the party stopped on
the crest of t1inty ridge to give their
horses breath and to estimate their
progress. The night was fine and clear;
outlined against the sky were the
stalks of countless sOCOl-plants stand
ing slim and bare, like the upright
lances of an army at rest; ahead the
road meandered across a mesa, COW
cred with grama grass and black, form
less blots of shrubbery.
Father O'Malley groaned and shift
ed his weight. "Juan tells me We'll
never reach Romero by morning, at this
rate" he said; and Dave was forced to
agree. 81 think you and he and Alaire
had better go on and leave Dolores and
me to follow as best we can"
Dolores plaintively seconded this
suggestion. 81 would rather be burned
at the stake than suffer these agonies,"
she confessed. my bones are broken.
The devil is in this horse" She began
to weep softly. go, sonora. Save
yourselfi 1t is my accursed fat stom-
ach that hinders me. Tell Benito that
/ persisted breathing his name, and see
to it, when he remarries, that he retains
none of my treasures"
Alaire treasured her by saying: "We
the best of it."
Eyes, grit your teeth and hold on"
Dave echoed. "We1l manage to make
it somehow"
But progress was far slower than it
should have been, and the elder woman
continued to lag behind, voicing her
distress in groans and lamentations.
The priest, who was made of sterner
stuff, did his best to bear his fortunes
cheerfully.
In spite of their efforts the first rosy
herald of dawn discovered them still a
long way from the river and just enter
ing more thickly settled country.
Daylight came swiftly. and Juan finally
gave them warning.
"We can't go on; the danger is too
great" he told them. 'If the soldiers
are still in Romero, what then?"
Have you no friends hereabouts
who would take us in?" Dave inquired.
The Mexican shook his head.
Dave considered for a moment. "You
must hide here" he told his compan-
lions, while ride on to Romero and
see what can be done. / suspect
Blanco's troops have left and in that
case everything will be all right"
suppose they haven't?" Alaire in
quired. All night she had been in the
highest of moods, and had steadily re-
fused to take their perlls seriously.
Now her smile chased the frown from
her husbands face.
''Well, perhaps I'll have breakfast
with Them" he laughed.
"Silly. won't let you CO." she told
him. firmly; and, reading the express
sion In her face, he felt dizzy won
der. ''We'Il find q nice secluded spot
then We'll sit down and wait for night
to come. Wen pretend we're having a
picnic"
Dolores sighed at the suggestion.