"I reckon we"re some lucky," observed Jim Lash.
"Lucky ain"t enough word," replied Ladd. "You see, it was this way.
Some of the raiders piled over the fence while the others worked on the gate. Mebbe the Papago went inside to pick out the best hosses. But it didn"t work except with Diablo, an" how they ever got him I don"t know. I"d have gambled it"d take all of eight men to steal him. But Greasers have got us skinned on handlin" hosses."
Belding was unconsolable. He cursed and railed, and finally declared he was going to trail the raiders.
"Tom, you just ain"t agoin" to do nothin" of the kind," said Ladd coolly.
Belding groaned and bowed his head.
"Laddy, you"re right," he replied, presently. "I"ve got to stand it.
I can"t leave the women and my property. But it"s sure tough. I"m sore way down deep, and nothin" but blood would ever satisfy me."
"Leave that to me an" Jim," said Ladd.
"What do you mean to do?" demanded Belding, starting up.
"Sh.o.r.e I don"t know yet.... Give me a light for my pipe. An" d.i.c.k, go fetch out your Yaqui."
VIII
THE RUNNING OF BLANCO SOL
THE Yaqui"s strange dark glance roved over the corral, the swinging gate with its broken fastenings, the tracks in the road, and then rested upon Belding.
"Malo," he said, and his Spanish was clear.
"Sh.o.r.e Yaqui, about eight bad men, an" a traitor Indian," said Ladd.
"I think he means my herder," added Belding. "If he does, that settles any doubt it might be decent to have--Yaqui--malo Papago--Si?"
The Yaqui spread wide his hands. Then he bent over the tracks in the road. They led everywhither, but gradually he worked out of the thick net to take the trail that the cowboys had followed down to the river.
Belding and the rangers kept close at his heels. Occasionally d.i.c.k lent a helping hand to the still feeble Indian. He found a trampled spot where the raiders had left their horses. From this point a deeply defined narrow trail led across the dry river bed.
Belding asked the Yaqui where the raiders would head for in the Sonora Desert. For answer the Indian followed the trail across the stream of sand, through willows and mesquite, up to the level of rock and cactus.
At this point he halted. A sand-filled, almost obliterated trail led off to the left, and evidently went round to the east of No Name Mountains. To the right stretched the road toward Papago Well and the Sonoyta Oasis. The trail of the raiders took a southeasterly course over untrodden desert. The Yaqui spoke in his own tongue, then in Spanish.
"Think he means slow march," said Belding. "Laddy, from the looks of that trail the Greasers are having trouble with the horses."
"Tom, sh.o.r.e a boy could see that," replied Laddy. "Ask Yaqui to tell us where the raiders are headin", an" if there"s water."
It was wonderful to see the Yaqui point. His dark hand stretched, he sighted over his stretched finger at a low white escarpment in the distance. Then with a stick he traced a line in the sand, and then at the end of that another line at right angles. He made crosses and marks and holes, and as he drew the rude map he talked in Yaqui, in Spanish; with a word here and there in English. Belding translated as best he could. The raiders were heading southeast toward the railroad that ran from Nogales down into Sonora. It was four days" travel, bad trail, good sure waterhole one day out; then water not sure for two days. Raiders traveling slow; bothered by too many horses, not looking for pursuit; were never pursued, could be headed and ambushed that night at the first waterhole, a natural trap in a valley.
The men returned to the ranch. The rangers ate and drank while making hurried preparations for travel. Blanco Sol and the cowboys" horses were fed, watered, and saddled. Ladd again refused to ride one of Belding"s whites. He was quick and cold.
"Get me a long-range rifle an" lots of sh.e.l.ls. Rustle now," he said.
"Laddy, you don"t want to be weighted down?" protested Belding.
"Sh.o.r.e I want a gun that"ll outshoot the d.i.n.ky little carbines an"
muskets used by the rebels. Trot one out an" be quick."
"I"ve got a .405, a long-barreled heavy rifle that"ll shoot a mile. I use it for mountain sheep. But Laddy, it"ll break that bronch"s back."
"His back won"t break so easy.... d.i.c.k, take plenty of sh.e.l.ls for your Remington. An" don"t forget your field gla.s.s."
In less than an hour after the time of the raid the three rangers, heavily armed and superbly mounted on fresh horses, rode out on the trail. As Gale turned to look back from the far bank of Forlorn River, he saw Nell waving a white scarf. He stood high in his stirrups and waved his sombrero. Then the mesquites hid the girl"s slight figure, and Gale wheeled grim-faced to follow the rangers.
They rode in single file with Ladd in the lead. He did not keep to the trail of the raiders all the time. He made short cuts. The raiders were traveling leisurely, and they evinced a liking for the most level and least cactus-covered stretches of ground. But the cowboy took a bee-line course for the white escarpment pointed out by the Yaqui; and nothing save deep washes and impa.s.sable patches of cactus or rocks made him swerve from it. He kept the broncho at a steady walk over the rougher places and at a swinging Indian canter over the hard and level ground. The sun grew hot and the wind began to blow. Dust clouds rolled along the blue horizon. Whirling columns of sand, like water spouts at sea, circled up out of white arid basins, and swept away and spread aloft before the wind. The escarpment began to rise, to change color, to show breaks upon its rocky face.
Whenever the rangers rode out on the brow of a knoll or ridge or an eminence, before starting to descend, Ladd required of Gale a long, careful, sweeping survey of the desert ahead through the field gla.s.s.
There were streams of white dust to be seen, streaks of yellow dust, trailing low clouds of sand over the glistening dunes, but no steadily rising, uniformly shaped puffs that would tell a tale of moving horses on the desert.
At noon the rangers got out of the thick cactus. Moreover, the gravel-bottomed washes, the low weathering, rotting ledges of yellow rock gave place to hard sandy rolls and bare clay knolls. The desert resembled a rounded hummocky sea of color. All light shades of blue and pink and yellow and mauve were there dominated by the glaring white sun. Mirages glistened, wavered, faded in the shimmering waves of heat. Dust as fine as powder whiffed up from under the tireless hoofs.
The rangers rode on and the escarpment began to loom. The desert floor inclined perceptibly upward. When Gale got an un.o.bstructed view of the slope of the escarpment he located the raiders and horses. In another hour"s travel the rangers could see with naked eyes a long, faint moving streak of black and white dots.
"They"re headin" for that yellow pa.s.s," said Ladd, pointing to a break in the eastern end of the escarpment. "When they get out of sight we"ll rustle. I"m thinkin" that waterhole the Yaqui spoke of lays in the pa.s.s."
The rangers traveled swiftly over the remaining miles of level desert leading to the ascent of the escarpment. When they achieved the gateway of the pa.s.s the sun was low in the west. Dwarfed mesquite and greasewood appeared among the rocks. Ladd gave the word to tie up horses and go forward on foot.
The narrow neck of the pa.s.s opened and descended into a valley half a mile wide, perhaps twice that in length. It had apparently unscalable slopes of weathered rock leading up to beetling walls. With floor bare and hard and white, except for a patch of green mesquite near the far end it was a lurid and desolate spot, the barren bottom of a desert bowl.
"Keep down, boys" said Ladd. "There"s the waterhole an" hosses have sharp eyes. Sh.o.r.e the Yaqui figgered this place. I never seen its like for a trap."
Both white and black horses showed against the green, and a thin curling column of blue smoke rose lazily from amid the mesquites.
"I reckon we"d better wait till dark, or mebbe daylight," said Jim Lash.
"Let me figger some. d.i.c.k, what do you make of the outlet to this hole? Looks rough to me."
With his gla.s.s Gale studied the narrow construction of walls and roughened rising floor.
"Laddy, it"s harder to get out at that end than here," he replied.
"Sh.o.r.e that"s hard enough. Let me have a look.... Well, boys, it don"t take no figgerin" for this job. Jim, I"ll want you at the other end blockin" the pa.s.s when we"re ready to start."
"When"ll that be?" inquired Jim.
"Soon as it"s light enough in the mornin". That Greaser outfit will hang till to-morrow. There"s no sure water ahead for two days, you remember."
"I reckon I can slip through to the other end after dark," said Lash, thoughtfully. "It might get me in bad to go round."
The rangers stole back from the vantage point and returned to their horses, which they untied and left farther round among broken sections of cliff. For the horses it was a dry, hungry camp, but the rangers built a fire and had their short though strengthening meal.
The location was high, and through a break in the jumble of rocks the great colored void of desert could be seen rolling away endlessly to the west. The sun set, and after it had gone down the golden tips of mountains dulled, their lower shadows creeping upward.