Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1923-04-12
CHAPTER xi.-continued.

leo DldDl0 INTO IT, anu lIleu began Inc
most laborous and vcxatious and
painful of all slow travel
The disintegrating surface of lava
bed was at once the toughest, the
hardest the neanest, the cruelest, the
most deceitfuI kind of ground to
travel The fugirfves made slow
progress They picked a cautious,
winding way to anu fro in little steps
here and there along the many twists
of the trail, up ano down the unavoid-
able depressions, round and round the
holes. AT noon, so winding back upon
itself had been their course, they APP
peared to have come only a short dis
lance up the lava slope.
It 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 almos. threw her, and
she was put upon Blanco Sol. The
white charger snorted a protest, then,
Obedient to Gales stern CALL patiently
lowered his noble head and paved the
lava for footing that would hold.
The lava caused Gale toll and
worry and pain, but he hated the
choyas. He came almost to believe
what he had heard claimed by desert
rravelers-tha the choya was alive
and leaped at man or beast. Certain
it was when Gale passed one, if he
did not put all attention to avoiding
1t. he was hooked through his chaps
and held by barbed thorns. The pain
was almost uncomfortable. 10 was like
no other. 1t burned, stung, beat
almost seemed to freeze. It made
useless arm or leg. 1t made him bite
his tongue to KEEP from crying out.
It made the sweat roll off him. 1t
made him sick
Moreover, bad as the choya was for
man, it was infinitely worse for beast.
A jagged stab from this poisoned cac-
tas 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 cateh-basins, full only after
rainy season. Little ugly punched
bushes, that Gale scarcely recognized
as mosquitoes, grew near these holes;
also stunted crossword and prickly
pear There was no grass, and the
choya alone fourished in that hard
soil
Darkness overlook the party as they
unpacked beside a 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
tientiy with dropping heads. Hunger
and thirst were appeased, and a warm
fire cheered the weary and footsore
fugitives. 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. Yaqui was leading
Diablo winding around a 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 it
seemed absurd to look for him.
Yaqui led on, and Gale often glanced
up srom his task to watch the Indian.
Presently he saw him stop, turn, and
look pack. Laid 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. to use it.
"Rojas viii 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. 1t was high
noon, with the sun beating hot and
the lava radiating heat, when Yaqui
halted for a rest. The horses punched
and dropped their 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 affair."
Suddenly he uttered his strange
cry-the one Gale considered involun-
tary, or else significant of some tribal
trait or feeling. Yaqui pointed down
, the lava slope pointing with finger
and arm and neck and head-his
whole being seemed to have been ami.
mated and then frozen.
"Shore he sees somethin'," said
Ladd "But my eyes are no good"
81 reckon 1 amt sure of mine," re-
piled Jim. I'm bothered by dim
mOvin' streak down there"