Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1922-12-19

were slipped, saddles removed. Jim
Lash remarked how cleverly they had
fooled the rebels.
"Shore they'll be comm along" re-
piled Ladd.
They built a fire, cooked and ate.
The Yaqui spoke only one word:
Sleep" Blankets were spread. lMer-
cedes dropped into a deep slumRer'
her head on Thorne's shoulder. EX-
citement kept ThOrne awake. The
two rangers dozed beside the fire.
>Gale shared the YaQuis watch. At
the end of three hours the rangers
grew active, Mercedes was awak-
ened; and soon the party faced west
ward, their long shadows moving be-
fore them. Yaqui led with Blanco
DiablO in q long, easy lope. Ihe
heated air lifted, and incoming cur
rents from the west swept low ard
hard over the barren earth. In the
distance. all around the horizon, accu-
mutations of dust seemed like ranging,
mushrooming yellow clouds.
YaqCi was the only one Of the fu-
gitives who never looked back. Gale
had conviction that when Yaqui
gazed back toward the well and the
shining plain beyond, there would be
reason for it. But when the sun lost
its heat and the wind died down YaQui
took long and careful surveys west
ward from the high points on the
trail. Sunset was not far off, and
there in q bare, spotted valley lay
Coyote tanks. the only waterhOle be-
tween Papago well and the Sonoyta
oasis. Gale used his glass, told Yaqui
there was no smoke, no sign OF life;
still the Indian fixed his falcon eyes
on distant spots and looked long. No
further advance was undertaken. The
Yaqui headed south and Travelled
slowly, climbing to the brow Of bold
height of weathered mesa. There he
sat his horse and waited. No one
questioned him. The rangers dis
mounted to stretch their legs, and
Mercedes was lifted to a rock, where
she rested. Thorne had gradually
yielded to the deserts influence for
Silence. He spoke once or twice to
Gale, and occasionally whispered to
Mercedes Gale fancied his friend
would soon learn that necessary
speech in deGert travel meant few
greetings, q few words to make real
the fact of human companiOrShip,
few short, terse terms for the busi-
ness Of the day or night, and perhaps
a stern order or soft call to a horse.
The sun went down, and the golden,
rosy wells turned to blue and shaded
darker till twilight was there in the
valley. Darkness approached, Gnd the
clear peaks faded. The horses stamped
TO be on the move.
"MalOw exclaimed the YaQui.
He did not point with arm, but his
falcon head was outstretched, and his
piercing eyes gazed at the blurring
spot which marked the location of
Coyote tanks.
Jim, can you see anything?" asked
Ladd.
"NOpe, but reckon he can"
Then Ladd suddenly Strengthened
up, turned to his horse, and muttered
low under his breath.
II reckon So" said Lash, and for
once his easy, goOd-natured tone was
not in evidence. His voice was
harsh.
Gales eyes, keen as they were, were
last of the rangers to see tiny needle
points of light just family perceptible
in the blaCkness.
"Laddy! Campfres?" he asked,
quickly.
Shores you're born, my boy"
"How many?'
Ladd did not reply; but Yaqui held
up his hand, his fingers wide. Five
campfres. A strong force of rebels
or raiders or some other desert troop
was camping at Coyote tanks.
Yaqui sat his horse for moment
motionless as stone, his dark face i'm
mutable and impasSlve. Then he
stretched his right arm in the direc-
tion Of No Name mountains, now los
ing their last faint traces Of the after
glow, and he shook his head. He
made the same impressive gesture
toward the Sonoyta oasis with the
CANA cpn,bnr DpvotipO
Thereupon he turned Diablo's head
to the south and started down the
slope. His manner had been decisive,
even stern. Lash did not question 1t,
nor did Ladd. Both rangers hesitatcd,
however, and showed a strange, almost
a suIlen reluctance which Gale had
never seen in them before. Raiders
were one thing, Rotas was another;
Canine del Diablo still another: but
that vast and desolate and unWatered
waste Of cactus and lava. the Sonora
desert might appall the stoutest
heart. Gale felt his own sink-felt
himself finch.
ooh, whe2e IS he going? cried Mer-
cedes. Her poignant voice seemed
70 break a spell.
"Shorc. lady. YaquiS goin' home"
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