The cloak Betty accepted and threw about her shoulders. The shoes and stockings she held a moment, looking at them with repulsion in her eyes; they were too intimate, they had come too lately from Zoraida and in the end she threw them down.
"My sandals will do," she said. "I can"t wear her things."
Kendric picked them up and thrust them into his pocket.
"Later, then," he said. "G.o.d knows we can"t be choosers. Now," and again he confronted Zoraida, "you will show us the way. Clear of the house. And we"ll want horses. One thing, mind you: It is in my thought that if we allow you to hold us here we"ll both be dead inside a few hours. I"ve no desire for that sort of thing. The issue is clear cut, isn"t it?"
Zoraida merely lifted her brows at him.
"If it becomes a question of your life or ours," he told her sternly; "I"d naturally prefer it to be yours! Is that plain enough? For once, young woman, it"s up to you to play square. Now, go ahead."
They went out silently through the door which had given them entrance into this ugly room, Zoraida leading the way, Kendric holding close at her side and allowing her the sight of the obsidian knife held under his coat with the point within an inch of her side, Betty close behind him. Kendric felt a crying need of haste. For a few minutes he knew that the fear of death had been heavy on the spirit of Zoraida, paralyzing her will, freezing up the current of her thought. But she was still Zoraida, essentially fearless; her characteristic fort.i.tude would not be long in reinstating itself in her heart; the mental confusion was swiftly being replaced by the activity of resurging hatred. He must be watchful of every corner and door, most of all watchful of her.
Thus it was Kendric"s hand, once bolts were shot back, that threw open each door, as he held himself in readiness to spring forward or back.
But as appeared customary here the house seemed deserted. He thanked his stars that the fellow he had struck down in Zoraida"s room had fallen hard. Not even the dull explosion of the pistol just now had brought inquiry; no doubt the thick walls had deadened the sound.
After what seemed a long time they came into the wide dimly-lighted hall. The door giving entrance to the _patio_ was open; under the stars the little fountain played musically.
"Out this way," commanded Kendric. "Then around to the front of the house. And if we meet anyone, Zoraida, you"d best think back a few minutes before you start anything."
There was no one in the _patio_ and they went through swiftly and out at the far side into the garden. Kendric filled his lungs with the sweet air that was beginning to grow cool. The glitter of the stars was to him like a hope and a promise. Never had he been so sick of four walls and a smothering roof. Now the musty gardens of the golden king seemed to him infinitely far away, a thousand times farther removed than the dancing lights in the heavens.
With his hand gripping Zoraida"s forearm they skirted the house.
Presently they came to the front driveway and Zoraida must have wondered as he forced her to go with him to a clump of bushes. He stooped, groped about a moment, and then straightened up with a little grunt of satisfaction; the rifle was in his hands.
"Now the horses," he said, and the three walked out into the starlight and toward the double gates. "Whatever you will say will go with the men out there. And be sure you say we are to be allowed to go for a ride."
Zoraida did not answer and Kendric wondered, not without uneasiness, what she would say. His grip tightened on her arm. She did not appear to notice.
The watch towers on either side of the gate were lighted as usual.
From one came the low drone of two men"s voices; the other was silent.
No other sound save that of the rattle of bit-chains as a horse somewhere shook its head.
A man appeared from nowhere, with the air of having suddenly materialized out of the atmosphere. He came close, made out that one of the three was Zoraida and backed away, sweeping off his hat. They came to the gates which the newly risen figure threw open; they went through, Kendric having the air of a man lending his arm to a lady, Betty with the cloak drawn close about her, following. They were out!
Now nearer than ever came the friendly stars, sweeter than ever was the night air. Kendric looked swiftly about, taking note of the darkness lying close to the earth, thanking G.o.d that there was no moon. If one could keep for a little in the shadow of the wall, if then he could get clear of the house and out into the fields lying at the rear, it was but a short run to the mountains----
They had turned and already were under one of the watch towers, the one whence came the men"s voices. The saddled horses stood, tethered to rings set in the wall. Zoraida turned toward Kendric and in the starlight her eyes shone strangely, bright with mockery. But tonight was Jim Kendric"s, and he was still bent on playing out his hand.
"_Que hay, amigos_?" he called familiarly to the men in the square tower, his voice sounding careless and indifferent. "La Senorita is here. She wants horses."
A head appeared at the little opening that served for window above, a hat was doffed with exaggerated deference, a second uncovered head was thrust out. Kendric stepped back half a pace so that they could see plainly that it was Zoraida.
"_Bueno_," said one of the two men. "_Viva la Senorita_!"
Already Kendric was undoing the two tie ropes. He regretted the necessity of stepping two paces from Zoraida"s side, but realized that inevitably that necessity must come soon or late and he lost no time grieving over it. The horses were at hand, saddled and bridled; Betty was with him; the night was too dark for eyes to watch from a distance; the two men within Zoraida"s call were still up in the tower. He was taking his chance now and he knew it; Zoraida"s period of obedience and inactivity was no doubt near at end. Well, his luck had befriended him thus far and for the rest it was up to Jim Kendric. And they were out in the open!
Thus he was ready for Zoraida"s outcry. He saw her whip back so as to be beyond the sweep of his arm, he heard her crying out wildly, commanding her retainers to stop the flight of her prisoners, shrieking at them to shoot, to shoot to kill!
"Betty!" cried Jim. "Quick!"
Then he saw that Betty, too, had been ready. Just how she managed it, enc.u.mbered as she was with Zoraida"s cloak, he did not know. But she was already in one of the saddles.
"Jim!" she cried wildly. "Run!"
He went up to the back of the other horse, his rifle in his hand. And as he struck saddle leather his horse and Betty"s shot forward and away. He heard Zoraida"s scream of command, breaking with rage. He heard men"s voices shouting excitedly; there came the well-remembered shrilling of a whistle and then drowning its silver note the popping of rifles.
"There"ll be a dozen of them in the saddle and after us!" Jim shouted at Betty. "Swing off to the right. We"ve got to make for the mountains. Ride, girl! Ride, Betty! Ride for all that"s in it!"
He glanced over his shoulder. Only a flare here and there as a rifle spat its red threat, that and a blur of running figures. As yet no horseman following them. That would take another minute or two. He looked at Betty. She rode astride and well; no need to bid her make haste. She leaned forward in the saddle, the loose ends of her reins whipping back and forth regularly, lashing her horse"s shoulders. He looked ahead. There the mountains rose black and without detail against the sky. He looked up; the stars were shining.
Abruptly, as though at a command, the rifles ceased firing after them.
And, instead of the explosions which had concerned Kendric little, came another sound fully to be expected by now and of downright serious import. It was the scurry and race of hoofs, how many there was no guessing. Pursuit had started and it was certain that the numbers of the pursuers would swell swiftly until perhaps a score of Zoraida"s riders were on their track. Kendric settled down to hard riding, drawing in close to Betty"s side.
"We got a couple of minutes on them," he called to her. "That means we"re ahead of them between a quarter and a half mile. In the dark that"s something."
Betty made no answer. They sped on. He tried to see her face but her hair was flying wildly. He wondered if her terror were freezing the heart in her. His own sensation at the moment was one of a strange sort of leaping gladness. After prison walls, this rushing through the night was like a zestful game. He felt that he had that even break which was ever all that he asked. If only Betty could feel as he did.
His horse stumbled and then steadied and plunged on. The ground underfoot was rapidly growing steeper and more broken. The first slopes of the mountains were beneath them. The horses, though urged on, were not making their former speed. Now and then dry brush s.n.a.t.c.hed and whipped at the stirrups; here and there a pine tree stood up black and still.
And then Kendric knew that the riders behind were gaining on them.
Zoraida"s men would know every trail even in the dark, would know all of the cleared s.p.a.ces, would thus avoid both brush and steeps. Kendric turned in the saddle. He made out dimly the foremost of the pursuers and heard the man"s shout to his companions.
"Betty," called Kendric.
"Yes?" she answered, and it struck him that perhaps he had imagined her terror greater than it actually was; for her voice was quite clear and even sounded untroubled. "What is it?"
"In ten minutes or so they"ll overhaul us. They know the way and we don"t. Further, we"re apt to get a spill over a pile of rocks."
"Yes, Jim," she answered. And still her voice failed to tremble as he had thought it must.
"The old dodge is all that"s left us," he told her. "When I say the word, pull up a little and slide out of the saddle. Let your horse run on and you duck into the brush."
"And you?"
"I"m with you, of course." And presently, when they were in the shadows of the ever-steepening mountain side, he called softly: "Now!"
Until then he had never done Betty"s horsemanship justice. He saw her bring her mount down from a flying gallop to a sliding standstill, he saw her throw herself from the saddle, he saw the released animal plunge on again under a blow from the quirt which Betty had s.n.a.t.c.hed from the horn, the whole act taking so little time that it hardly seemed that the horse had stopped for a second"s time. Kendric duplicated her act and ran toward the spot where she had disappeared.
In another moment his hand had closed about hers, was greeted by a little welcoming squeeze, and he and Betty slipped side by side into the thicker dark at the mouth of a friendly canon.
CHAPTER XVIII
OF FLIGHT, PURSUIT, AND A LAIR IN THE CLIFFS
Straightway Jim Kendric began to understand the real Betty. He broke a way through the bushes for her, confident that the noise of their progress was lost in the increasing beat of hoofs and rattle of loose stones. They stumbled into a rocky trail in the bottom of the canon and made what haste they could, climbing higher into the mountain solitudes. The pursuit had swept by them; they could hear occasional shouts and twice gunshots. They came to a pile of tumbled boulders across their path and crawled up. There was a flattish place at the top in which stunted plants were growing. Here they sat for a little while, hiding and resting and listening. Hardly had they settled themselves here when they heard again the clear tones of Zoraida"s whistle. Not more than fifty yards away they made out the form of Zoraida"s white horse.
There was a little sound from where Betty sat, and Jim thought that she was sobbing. "Poor little kid," he had it on his lips to mutter when the sound repeated itself and, amazed, he recognized it for a giggle of pure delight. This from Betty, sitting on a rock in the mountains with a crowd of outlaws riding up and down seeking her!