The Olney Enterprise. (Olney, Tex.), Vol. 13, No. [38], Ed. 1 Friday, January 19, 1923 Page: 8 of 10
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THE OLNEY ENTERPRISE
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DESERT GOLD by Zane Grey
Copyright by Harper & Brothers.
^Author ©/‘Riders of the Purple Sage, Wildfire,
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CHAPTER X—Continued.
; —11—
Belding paced up and down the
room. Jim and Ladd whispered to-
gether. Gale walked to the window
and looked out at the distant group
of bandits, and then turned his gaze
to rest upon Mercedes. She was con-
scious now, and her eyes seemed all
the larger and blacker for the white-
ness of her face. No one but Gale
eaw the Yaqui In the background look-
ing down upon the Spanish girl. All
of Yaqul’s looks were strange; but
this was singularly so. Gale won-
dered if the Indian were affected by
Jier loveliness, her helplessness, or her
terror.
Presently Belding called his rang-
ers to him, and then Thome.
. “Listen to this,” he said, earnestly.
“I'll go out and have a talk with Ro-
jas. I’ll try to reason with him; tell
him to think a long time before he
eheds blood on Uncle Sam’s soil. That
he’s now after an American’s wife!
I’ll not commit myself, nor will I re-
fuse outright to consider his demands,
nor will I show the least fear of him.
I’ll play for time. If my bluff goes
through . . . well and good. . . .
After dark the four of you, Laddy, Jim,
Dick and Thome, will take Mercedes
randt my best white horses, and. with
Yaqui as guide, circle round through
Altar valley to the trail, and head for
Yuma. I want you to take the Indian,
because in a case of this kind he’ll
be a godsend. If you get headed or
lost or have to circle off the trail,
think what it’d mean to have a Yaqui
with you. He knows Sonora as no
Greaser knows it. He could hide you,
find water and grass, when you would
absolutely believe it Impossible. The
Indian is loyal. He has his debt to
jpay, and he’ll pay it, don’t mistake,me.
When you’re gone I’ll hide Nell so
Rojas won’t see her if he searches the
place. Then I think I could sit down
and wait without any particular
worry.*’
The rangers approved of Belding’s
plan, and Thorne went to the side of
his wife.
“Mercedes, we’ve planned to outwit
Rojas. Will you tell us what he
iwrote?’’
i “Rojas swore—by his saints and his
Virgin—that If I wasn’t given—to him
-—in twenty-four hours—he would set
fir* to the village—kill the men—car-
ry off the women—hang the children
on cactus thorns!”
A moment’s silence followed her
last halting whisper.
Then the Yaqui uttered a singular
cry. Gale had beard this once before,
and now he remembered it was at the
Papago well.
“Look at the Indian,” whispered
Belding, hoarsely. “D—n If I don’t
believe he understood every word Mer-
cedes said. And, gentlemen, don’t mis-
take me, If he ever gets near Senor
Rojas there’ll be some gory Aztec
knife work.”
Yaqui had moved close to Mercedes,
and stood beside her as she leaned
against her husband. She seemed im-
pelled to meet the Indian’s gaze, and
evidently it was so powerful or hyp-
notic that it wrought Irresistibly upon
her. But she must have seen or di-
vined what was beyond the others,
for she offered him her trembling
hand. Yaqui took it and laid it
against his body in a strange motion,
and bowed his head. Then he stepped
back into the shadow of the room.
Belding went outdoors while the
rangers took up their former position
at the west window. Each had his
own somber thoughts, Gale imagined,
and knew his own were dark enough.
He saw Belding halt at the corrals
and wave his hand. Then the rebels
mounted and came briskly up the
road, this time to rein in abreast.
Wherever Rojas had kept himself
upon the former advance was not
clear; but he certainly was prominent-
ly in sight now. He made a gaudy,
almost a dashing figure. Rojas dis-
mounted and seemed to be listening.
Belding made gestures, vehemently
bobbed his big head, appeared to talk
with his body as much as with his
tongue. Then Rojas was seen to reply,
and after that it was clear that the
talk became painful and difficult. It
1 ended finally in what appeared to be
^ mutual understanding. Rojas mount-
, ed and rode away with his men,
while Belding came tramping back to
the house.
As he entered the door his eyes
were shining, his big hands were
clenched, and he was breathing au-
bly.
“You can rope me if I’m not lo-
coed!” he burst out. “I went out to
Conciliate a red-handed little mur-
derer, and d—n me if I didn’t meet
a—a—well, I’ve no suitable name
bandy. I started my bluff and got
along pretty well, but I forgot to men-
jtion that Mercedes was Thorne’s wife.
‘And what do you think? Rojas swore
be loved Mercedes—swore he’d marry
her right here In Forlorn River—
swore he would give up robbing and
killing people, and take her away
from Mexico. He has gold—jewels.
jHe ^wore If he didn’t get her noth-
ing pattered. He’d die anyway with
lout jier. . . . And here’s the strange
'thing! I believe h
as ice, and all h—1
r
a Greaser like him. Anyway, without
my asking he said for me to think it
over for a day and then we’d talk
again.”
“Shore we’re bom lucky!” ejacu-
lated Ladd.
“I reckon Rojas’U be smart enough
to string his outfit across the few
trails out of Forlorn River,” remarked
Jim.
“That needn’t worry us. All we
want is dark to come,” replied Bel-
ding. “Yaqui will slip through. If
we thank any lucky stars let it be for
the Indian. You may go to Yuma in
six days and maybe in six weeks. You
may have a big fight. Laddy, take
the .405. Dick will pack his Reming-
ton. All of you go gunned heavy. But
the main thing is a pack that’ll be
light enough for swift travel, yet one
that'll keep you from starving on the
desert.”
The rest of that day passed swiftly.
The sun set, twilight fell, then night
closed down, fortunately a night
slightly overcast. Gale saw the white
horses pass his door like silent
ghosts. Even Blanco Diablo made no
sound, and that fact was indeed a
tribute to the Yaqui. Gale went out
no wind. The air was cold. The dark
space of desert seemed to yawn. Tc
the left across the river flickered a
few campfires. The chill night, silent
and mystical, seemed to close in upon
Gale; and he faced the wide, quiver-
ing, black level with keen eyes and
grim intent, and an awakening of that
wild rapture which came like a spell
to him in the open desert.
Jpwiv
-
“If I Come Back—No—’When I Come
Back, Will You Marry Me?”
to put his saddle on Blanco Sol. The
horse rubbed a soft nose against his
shoulder. Then Gale returned to the
sitting room. There was nothing more
to do but wait and say good-by. Mer-
cedes came clad in leather chaps and
coat, a slim stripling of a cowboy, her
dark eyes flashing. Her beauty could
not be hidden, and now hope and
courage had fired her blood.--------
Gale drew Nell into his arms.
“Dearest, I’m going—soon. . . .
And maybe I’ll never—”
“Dick, do—don’t say it,” sobbed
Nell, with her head on his breast.
“I might never come back,” he went
on, steadily. “I love you—I’ve loved
you ever since the first moment I saw
you. Do you love me?”
“Yes, yes. Oh, I love you so! I
never knew it till now. I love you so.
Dick, I’ll be safe and I’ll wait—and
hope and pray for your return.”
“If I come back—no—when I come
back, will you marry me?”
“I—j—0h yes i” She whispered, and
returned his kiss.
Belding was in the room speaking
softly.
“Nell, darling, I must go,” said
Dick.
“I’m a selfish little coward,” cried
Nell. "It’s so splendid of you all. I
ought to glory in it, but I can’t. . . .
Fight if you must, Dick. Fight for
that lovely persecuted girl. I’ll love
you—the more. . . . Oh! Good-
by ! Goodby!”
With a wrench that shook him, Gale
let her go. He heard Belding’s soft
voice.
“Yaqui says the early hour’s the
best. Trust him, Laddy. Remember
what I say—Yaqui’s a godsend.”
Then they were all outside in the
pale gloom under the trees. Yaqui
mounted Blanco Diablo; Mercedes
was lifted upon White Woman;
Thorne climbed astride Queen; Jim
Lash was already upon his horse,
which was as white as the others but
bore no name; Ladd mounted the stal-
lion Blanco Torres, and gathered up
the long halters of the two pack
horses; Gale came last with Blanco
Sol.
As he toed the stirrup, hand on
mane and pommel, Gale took one more
look in at the door. Nell stood In
the gleam of light, her hair shining,
face like ashes, her eyes dark, her
lips parted, her arms outstretched
That sweet and tragic picture etched
Its cruel outlines into Gale’s heart He
waved his hand and then fiercely
leaped Into the saddle.
Blanco Sol stepped out.
Before Gale stretched a line of mov-
ing horses, white against dark shad-
ows. He could not see the head of
that column; he scarcely heard a soft
in
CHAPTER XI
Across Cactus and Lava.
At the far corner of the field Yaqui
halted, and slowly the line of white
horses merged into a compact mass.
Yaqui slipped out of his saddle. He
ran his hand over Diablo’s nose and
spoke low, and repeated this action
for each of the other horses. Gale
had long ceased to question the
strange Indian’s behavior. There was
no explaining or understanding many
of his maneuvers. But the results of
them were always thought-provoking.
Gale had never seen horses stand so
silently as in this instance; no stamp
—no champ of bit—no toss of head—
no shake of saddle or pack—no heave
or snort! It seemed they had become
imbued with the spirit of the Indian.
Yaqui moved away into the shadows
as noiselessly as if he were one of
them. The darkness swallowed him.
He had taken a direction parallel with
the trail. Gale wondered if Yaqui
meant to try to lead his string of
horses by the rebel sentinels.
The Indian appeared as he had van-
ished. He might have been part of
the shadows. But he was there. He
started off down the trail leading
Diablo. Again the white line stretched
slowly out. Gale fell in behind. Peer-
ing low with keen eyes, he made out
three objects—a white sombrero, a
blanket and a Mexican lying face
down. The Yaqui had stolen upon this
sentinel like a silent wind of death.
Once under the dark lee of the river
bank Yaqui caused another halt, and
he disappeared as before. Moments
passed. The horses held heads ur>,
looked toward the glimmering ca.
fires and listened. Gale thrilled with
the meaning of it all—the night—the
silence—the flight—and the wonderful
Indian stealing with the slow inev-
itableness of doom upon another sen-
tinel.
Suddenly the Indian stalked out of
the gloom. He mounted Diablo and
headed across the river. Once more
the line of moving white shadows
stretched out. Gale peered sharply
along the trail, and, presumably, on
the pale sand under a cactus, there
lay a blanketed form, prone, out-
stretched, a carbine clutched in one
hand, a cigarette, still burning, In the
other.
The cavalcade of white horses
passed within five hundred yards of
campfires, around which dark forms
moved-in plain sight. ^ The lights dis-
appeared from time to time, grew
dimmer, more flickering, and at last
they vanished altogether. Belding’s
fleet and tireless steeds were out in
front; the desert opened ahead wide,
dark, vast. Rojas and his rebels were
behind, eating, drinking, careless. The
somber shadow lifted from Gale’s
heart. He held now an unquenchable
faith in the Yaqui. Belding would be
listening back there along the river.
He would know of the escape. He
would tell Nell, and then hide her
safely. As Gale had accepted a
strange and fatalistic foreshadowing
of toil, blood and agony in this desert
journey, so he believed in Mercedes’
ultimate freedom and happiness, and
his own return to the girl who had
grown dearer than life.
*******
A cold, gray dawn was fleeing be-
fore a rosy sun when Yaqui halted
the march at Papago well. The horses
were taken to water, then led down
the arroyo Into the grass. Here packs
were slipped, saddles removed. Jim
Lash remarked how cleverly they had
fooled the rebels.
“Shore they’ll be cornin’ along,” re-
plied Ladd.
They built a fire, cooked and ate.
The Yaqui spoke only one word:
“Sleep.” Blankets were spread. Mer-
cedes dropped into a deep slumber,
her head on Thorne’s shoulder. Ex-
citement kept Thorne awake. The
two rangers dozed beside the fire.
Gale shared the Yaqul’s 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 a long, easy lope. The
heated air lifted, and Incoming cur-
rents from the west swept low and
hard over the barren earth. In the
distance, all around the horizon, accu-
mulations of dust seemed like ranging,
mushrooming yellow clouds.
Yaqui was the only one of the fu-
gitives who never looked back. Gale
had a 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 a bare, spotted valley lay
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 traveled
slowly, climbing to the brow of a bold
height of weathered mesa. There he
sat his horse and waited. No one
questioned him. The rangers dis-
mounted1 to stretch their legs, and
Mercedes was lifted to a rock, where
she rested. Thorne had gradually
yielded to the desert’s 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 desert travel meant a few
greetings, a few words to make real
the fact of human companionship, a
few short, terse terms for the busi-
ness of the day or night, and perhaps
a stern order or a soft call to a horse.
The sun went down, and the golden,
rosy veils turned to blue and shaded
darker till twilight was there in the
valley. Darkness approached, and the
clear peaks faded. The horses stamped
to be on the move.
“Malo!” 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 I reckon he can.”
Then Ladd suddenly straightened
up, turned to his horse, and muttered
low under his breath.
“I reckon so,” said Lash, and for
once his easy, good-natured tone was
not in evidence. His voice was
harsh.
Gale’s eyes, keen as they were, were
last of the rangers to see tiny needle-
points of light just faintly perceptible
in the blackness.
“Laddy! Campfires?” he asked,
quickly.
“Shore's you’re born, my boy.”
“How many?”
Ladd did not reply; but Yaqui held
up his hand, his fingers wide. Five
campfires! A strong force of rebels
or raiders or some other desert troop
was camping at Coyote tanks.
Yaqui sat his horse for a moment
motionless as stone, his dark face im-
mutable and impassive. 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
same somber negation.
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 it,
nor did Ladd. Both rangers hesitated.
howeveiyambshowed a strange, almost
a sullen reluctance which Gale had
never seen in them before. Raiders
were one thing, Rojas was another;
Camino 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 flinch.
“Oh, where is he going?” cried Mer-
cedes. Her poignant voice seemed
to breas a spell.
“Shore, lady, Yaqui’s goin’ home,”
replied Ladd gently. “An’- considerin’
our troubles, I reckon we ought to
thank God he knows the way.”
They mounted and rode down the
slope toward the darkening south.
Not until night travel was obstruct-
ed by a wall of cactus did the Indian
halt to make a dry camp. Water and
grass for the horses and fire to cook
by were not to be had. Mercedes bore
up surprisingly; but she fell asleep
almost the instant her thirst had been
allayed. Thorne laid her upon a blan-
ket and covered her. The men ate
and drank. Gale lay down weary of
limb and eye. He heard the soft
thump of hoofs, the sough of wind in
the cactus—then no more.
Day dawned with the fugitives in
the saddle. A picketed wall of cac-
tus hedged them in, yet the Yaqui
made a tortuous path, that, zigzag as
it might, in the main always headed
south.
The Yaqui, if not at fault, was yet
uncertain. His falcon eyes searched
and roved, and became fixed at length
at the southwest, and toward this he
turned his horse. The great, fluted
saguaros, fifty, sixt., feet high, raised
columnal forms, and their branching
limbs and curving lines added a grace
to the desert. It was the low-bushed
cactus that made the toil and pain of
travel. Yet these thorny forms were
beautiful.
In the basins between the ridges, to
right and left along the floor of low
plains the mirage glistened, wavered,
faded, vanished—lakes and trees and
clouds. Inverted mountains hung
suspended in the lilac air and faint
tracery of white-walled cities.
At noon Yaqui halted the cavalcade.
He had selected a field of bisnagl cac-
tus for the place of rest. Presently
his reason became obvious. With long,
heavy knife he cut off the tops of
these barrel-shaped plants. He
scooped out
helthrew this out there was a little
waiter left, sweet, cold water which
mat* and horse shared eagerly. Thils
he biade even the desert’s fiercest
growths minister to their needs.
Bu't he did not halt long. Miles of
gray-green spiked walls lay between
him and that line of ragged, red lava
which manifestly he must reach be-
fore dark. The travel became faster,
straighter. And the glistening thorns
clutched and clung to leather and
cloth and flesh. The horses reared*
snorted, balked, leaped—but they
were sent on. Only Blanco Sol, the
patient, the plodding, the indomitable,
needed no goad or spur. Mercedes
reeled in her saddle. Thorne bade
her drink, bathed her face, supported
her, and then gave way to Ladd, who
took the girl with him on Torres'
broad back. The middle of the after-
noon saw Thorne reeling in his saddle,
and then, wherever possible, Gale’s
powerful arm lent him strength to
hold his seat.
The fugitives were entering a desc*
late, burned-out world. The was&*
of sand began to yield to cinderis
The horses sank to their fetlocks aQ
they toiled on. A fine, choking dusS
blew7 back from the leaders, and mes
coughed and horses snorted. But th«
sun was now7 behind the hills. In be-
tween ran the stream of lava. I®
wTas broken, sharp, dull rust color, full
of cracks and caves and crevices, and
everywhere upon its jagged surfaae
grew the white-thomed clioya.
Again twilight encompassed the
travelers. But there was still light
enough for Gale to see the coifStricte4
passage open into a wide, deep spac*
where the dull color was relieved by
the gray of gnarled and dw7arfed mes»
quite. Blanco Sol, keenest of scents
whistled his welcome herald of water.
The other horses answered, quickened
their gait. Gale smelled it, too, sweet,
cool, damp on the dry air.
Yaqui turned the corner of a pocket
in the lava wall. The file of whits
horses rounded the corner after him.
And Gale, coming last, saw the pale,
glancing gleam of a pool of water
beautiful in the twilight.
Next day the Yaqul’s relentless
driving demand on the horses wAs no
longer in evidence. He lost no time,
but he did not hasten. His course
wound between low cinder |lune§
which limited their view of th^» sur-
rounding country. These dunes finally
sank down to a black floor as hard as
flint, with tongues of lava to the left,
and to the right the slow descent into
the cactus plain. Yaqui was now
traveling due west. It was Gale’*
idea that the Indian was skirting the
first sharp-toothed slope of a vast vol>
canic plateau which formed the west-
ern half of the Sonora desert and ex-
tended to the Gulf of California,
Travel was slow, but not exhausting
for rider or beast?
Thirty miles of easy stages brought
the fugitives to another waterhole, a
little round pocket under the heaved-
up edge of lava. There was spare*
y
q***
O ►AfJAS-
Mercedes Must Ride; but the Others
Must Walk.
short, bleached grass for the horses,
but no wood for a fire. This night
there were question and reply, con-
jecture, doubt, opinion and conviction
expressed by the men of the party.
But the Indian, who alone could have
told where they were, where they
were going, what chance they had to
escape, maintained his stoical silence.
Gale took the early watch, Ladd the
midnight one, and Lash that of the
morning. The day broke rosy, glori-
ous, cold as ice. Action was neces-
sary to make useful benumbed hands
and feet. Mercedes was fed while yet
wrapped in blankets.
It was a significant index to the
day's travel that Yaqui should keep
a blanket from the pack and tear it
Into strips to bind the legs of the
horses. It meant the dreaded choya
and the knife-edged lava. That Yaqui
did not mount Diablo was still more
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Shuffler, R. The Olney Enterprise. (Olney, Tex.), Vol. 13, No. [38], Ed. 1 Friday, January 19, 1923, newspaper, January 19, 1923; Olney, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1113633/m1/8/?q=yaqui: accessed April 26, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Olney Community Library.