Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1922-12-29

lance up the lava slope.
1t was rough work for them; it was
terrible work for the horses. Blanco
Diablo refused to answer to the power
of the Yaqui. He baked, he plunged,
he bit and kicked. He had to be pulled
and beaten over many places. Mer-
cedes' horse almost threw her, and
she was put upon Blanco Sol. The
white charger Snorted protest, then,
obedient to Gales stern call, patiently
lowered his noble head and paved the
lava for a footing that would hold.
The lava caused Gale toll and
worry and pain, butShe hated the
choyas. He came almost to believe
what he had heard claimed by desert
travelerS-that the chOya was alive
and leaped at man or beast. Certain
II was when Gale passed one, If he
did not put all attention to avoiding
Il, he was hooked through his chaps
and held by barbed thorns. The pain
was almost unendurable. 1t was like
no other. It burned, stung, beat
almost seemed to freeze. It made
useless arm or leg. It made him bite
his tongue to keep from crying out.
II made the sweat roll off him. II
made him sick.
Moreover, bad as the chOya was FOR
man, it was infinitely worse for beast.
A Jagged stab from this poisoned cac-
tus was the only thing BlancO Sol
could not stand. Many times that day,
before he carried Mercedes, he had
wildly snorted, and then stood trem-
bling while Gale picked broken thorns
from the muscular legs. But after
Mercedes had, been put upon Sol Gale
made sure no choya touched him.
The afternoon passed like the morn
ing, in ceaseless winding and twist
ing and climbing along this abandoned
trail. Gale saw many waterholes,
mostly dry, some containing water, all
of them catCh-basins, full only after
rainy season. Little ugly punched
bushes, that Gale scarcely recognized
as mesquites, grew near these holes;
also stunted greasewood and prickly
pear. There was no grass, and the
choya alone fohrished in that hard
soil.
Darkness overlook the party as they
unpacked beside q pool of water deep
under an overhanging shelf Of lava.
1t had been a hard day. The horses
drank their fill, and then stood pa
tiently with dropping heads. Hunger
and thirst were appeased, and warm
fire cheered the weary and footsore
fugitlves. YaQui said, sleep" And
so another night passed.
Upon the following morning, ten
miles or more up the slOw-ascending
lava slope. Gale was in the rear Of
all the other horses, so as to take,
for Mercedes sake, the advantage OF
the broken trail. Yaqul was leading
DiablO, winding around break. His
head was bent as he stepped slowly
and unevenly upon the lava. Gale
turned to look back, the first time In
several days. He thought, of course,
of RojaS in certain pursuit; but 1t
seemed absurd to look for him.
Yaqui led on, and Gale often glanced
up from his task to watch the Indian.
Presently he saw him stop, turn, and
look back. Ladd did likewise, and
then Jim and ThOrne. Gale found the
desire irresistible. Thereafter he
often rested Blanco Sol, and looked
back the while. He had his field
glass, but did not choose 20 use it.
"ROjas will follow" said Mercedes.
Gale regarded her in amaze. The
tone Of her voice had been indefnable.
If there were fear then he failed to
detect it. She was gazing back down
the cOlored slope, and something about
her, perhaps the steady, falcon gaze
Of her magnificent eyes, reminded him
of Yaqui.
Many times during the ensuing hour
the Indian faced about, and always
his followers did likewise It was high
noon, with the sun beating hot and
the lava radiating heat, when Yaqui
halted for a rest. The horses punched
and dropped eheir heads. The rangers
were about to slip the packs and re-
move saddles when YaQui restrained
them.
He fixed a changeless, cleaning gaze
on the slow descent; but did not seem
to look afar.
Suddenly he uttered his strange
cry-the one Gale considered invOlun-
tary. or else significant Of some tribal
trait or feeling Yaqul pointed down
the lava slope, pointing with finger
and arm and neck and hShd-his
whole being seemed to have been anil
mated and then frozen.
"Shore he sees somethln'," said
Ladd. "But my eyes are no good"
81 reckon I amt sure of mine," re-
piled jim. "I'm bothered by a dim
movln' streak down there"
Thorne gazed eagerly down as he
stood beside Mercedes, who sat mo-
tiorless facing the slope. Gale looked
and looked TIL he hurt his eyes. Then
he took his glass out Of its case on