The Bemidji daily pioneer., 1922-11-09

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tercept the other raiders before they
could reach the house and their weap-
ons. Then the frightened horses burst
the corral bars, and in a laundering,
dust-mantled stream fed up the ar
royO.
The fallen raider sat up, mumbling
TO his SAINTS in one breath, cursing In
his cext.
"Go. Greasers! Rum yelled Gale.
Then he yelled it In Spanish. At the
point Of his rife he drove the two
raiders out Of the camp. His next
move was to run into the house and
fetch out the carbines. With heavy
stone he dismantled each weapon.
That done, he set out on run for
his horse. Blanco Sol heard him COM
ing and whistled welcome, and when
Gale ran up the horse was snorting
war. Mounting, Gale rode rapidly back
TO the scene Of the action, and his
first thought, when he arrived at the
we'll, was to give Sol drink and to
fill his canteenS
the waterhole, and decided before re-
mounting to have a look ut the In
dians. The Papago had been shot
through the heart, but the Yaqui was
still alive. Moreover, he was conscious
and staring up at Gale with great,
strange, somber eyes, black as volcan-
ic Stag.
"Gringo good-no KILL" he said, in
husky whisper.
His speech was not affirmative so
much as questioning.
"Yaqui, you're done for" said Gale,
and his words were positive. He was
simply speaking aloud his mind.
"Yaaui-no hurt much," replied
the Indian, and then he spoke a
strange word-repeated it again and
again. ( ~
An instinct Of Gales, or: perhaps
some suggestion In the husky, thick,
whisper or dark face, told Gale to
reach for his canteen. He lifted the
Indian and gave him a drink, and if
ever in all his life he; saw gratitude
in human eyes he saw it then. Then
he examined the injured Yaqui. The
Indian had three wounds-a bullet
hole in his shoulder, crushed arm,
and badly lacerated leg.
The ranger thought rapidly. This
Yaqui would live unless left there to
die or be murdered by the Mexicans
when they found courage to sneak
back to the well. 1t never occurred to
Gale to abandon the poor fellow. All
the same, he knew he multiplied his
perils a hundredfold by burdening
himself with a crippled Indian. Swift
ly he set to work, and with rifle ever
under his hand, and shifting glance
spared from his task, he bound up the
Yaquls wounds. At the same time he
kept keen watch
The Indians burros and the horses
of the raiders were all out Of sight.
Time was too valuable for Gale to use
any in what might be vain search.
Therefore. he lifted the YaQui upon
Sol's broad shoulders and climbed
into the saddle. At word Sol
dropped his head and started east
ward up the trail, walking swiftly.
without resentment for his double bur-
den.
Gale, bearing in mind the ever-pres-
ent possibility Of encountering more
raiders and Of being pursued, saved
the strength of the horse. Once out
Of sight of Papago well, Gale dis
mounted and walked beside the horse,
steadying with one firm hand the help
less, dangling Yaqui.
Gale kept pace with his horse. He
bore the twinge Of pain that darted
through his injured hip at every stride.
In the heat Of midday he halted in the
shade Of rock, and, lifting the Yaqui
down, gave him drink. Then. after
a long, sweeping survey Of the sur
rounding desert, he removed Sol's sad
die and let him roll, and took for him
self welcome rest and bite to eat.
The Yaqui was tenacious Of life.
He was still holding his own. For the
first time Gale really looked, at the'
Indian to study him. He had large
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sembled shrunken mask. 1t seemed
chiseled in the dark-eyed, volcanic
lava of his Sonora wilderness The
Indians eyes were always black and
mystic. but this Yaqui's encompassed
all the tragic desolation of the desert.
They We're fixed on Gale, moved only
when he moved. "'
Gale resumed his homeYard jour
ney. He held grimly by the side Of
the tireless, implacable horse, hold
ing the Yaqui on the saddle, taking
the brunt Of the merciless thorns. In
the end it became heartrending toll.
His heavy chaps dragged him down;
but he dared not go on without them,
for. thick and stiff as they were, the
terrible, steel-bayoneted spikes Of the
choyas pierced through to sting his
legs.
To the last mile Gale held to Blanco
So1's gait and kept everwatchfMl gaze