Days pa.s.sed and grew into what Gale imagined must have been weeks.
Yaqui recovered fully. Jim Lash began to move about on a crutch; he shared the Indian"s watch over Ladd. Thorne lay haggard, emaciated ghost of his rugged self, but with life in the eyes that turned always toward Mercedes. Ladd lingered and lingered. The life seemingly would not leave his bullet-pierced body. He faded, withered, shrunk till he was almost a skeleton. He knew those who worked and watched over him, but he had no power of speech. His eyes and eyelids moved; the rest of him seemed stone. All those days nothing except water was given him.
It was marvelous how tenaciously, however feebly, he clung to life.
Gale imagined it was the Yaqui"s spirit that held back death. That tireless, implacable, inscrutable savage was ever at the ranger"s side.
His great somber eyes burned. At length he went to Gale, and, with that strange light flitting across the hard bronzed face, he said Ladd would live.
The second day after Ladd had been given such thin nourishment as he could swallow he recovered the use of his tongue.
"Sh.o.r.e--this"s--h.e.l.l," he whispered.
That was a characteristic speech for the ranger, Gale thought; and indeed it made all who heard it smile while their eyes were wet.
From that time forward Ladd gained, but he gained so immeasurably slowly that only the eyes of hope could have seen any improvement. Jim Lash threw away his crutch, and Thorne was well, if still somewhat weak, before Ladd could lift his arm or turn his head. A kind of long, immovable gloom pa.s.sed, like a shadow, from his face. His whispers grew stronger. And the day arrived when Gale, who was perhaps the least optimistic, threw doubt to the winds and knew the ranger would get well. For Gale that joyous moment of realization was one in which he seemed to return to a former self long absent. He experienced an elevation of soul. He was suddenly overwhelmed with gratefulness, humility, awe. A gloomy black terror had pa.s.sed by. He wanted to thank the faithful Mercedes, and Thorne for getting well, and the cheerful Lash, and Ladd himself, and that strange and wonderful Yaqui, now such a splendid figure. He thought of home and Nell. The terrible encompa.s.sing red slopes lost something of their fearsomeness, and there was a good spirit hovering near.
"Boys, come round," called Ladd, in his low voice. "An" you, Mercedes.
An" call the Yaqui."
Ladd lay in the shade of the brush shelter that had been erected. His head was raised slightly on a pillow. There seemed little of him but long lean lines, and if it had not been for his keen, thoughtful, kindly eyes, his face would have resembled a death mask of a man starved.
"Sh.o.r.e I want to know what day is it an" what month?" asked Ladd.
n.o.body could answer him. The question seemed a surprise to Gale, and evidently was so to the others.
"Look at that cactus," went on Ladd.
Near the wall of lava a stunted saguaro lifted its head. A few shriveled blossoms that had once been white hung along the fluted column.
"I reckon according to that giant cactus it"s somewheres along the end of March," said Jim Lash, soberly.
"Sh.o.r.e it"s April. Look where the sun is. An" can"t you feel it"s gettin" hot?"
"Supposin" it is April?" queried Lash slowly.
"Well, what I"m drivin" at is it"s about time you all was. .h.i.ttin" the trail back to Forlorn River, before the waterholes dry out."
"Laddy, I reckon we"ll start soon as you"re able to be put on a hoss."
"Sh.o.r.e that "ll be too late."
A silence ensued, in which those who heard Ladd gazed fixedly at him and then at one another. Lash uneasily shifted the position of his lame leg, and Gale saw him moisten his lips with his tongue.
"Charlie Ladd, I ain"t reckonin" you mean we"re to ride off an" leave you here?"
"What else is there to do? The hot weather"s close. Pretty soon most of the waterholes will be dry. You can"t travel then.... I"m on my back here, an" G.o.d only knows when I could be packed out. Not for weeks, mebbe. I"ll never be any good again, even if I was to get out alive.... You see, sh.o.r.e this sort of case comes round sometimes in the desert. It"s common enough. I"ve heard of several cases where men had to go an" leave a feller behind. It"s reasonable. If you"re fightin"
the desert you can"t afford to be sentimental... Now, as I said, I"m all in. So what"s the sense of you waitin" here, when it means the old desert story? By goin" now mebbe you"ll get home. If you wait on a chance of takin" me, you"ll be too late. Pretty soon this lava "ll be one roastin" h.e.l.l. Sh.o.r.e now, boys, you"ll see this the right way?
Jim, old pard?"
"No, Laddy, an" I can"t figger how you could ever ask me."
"Sh.o.r.e then leave me here with Yaqui an" a couple of the hosses. We can eat sheep meat. An" if the water holds out--"
"No!" interrupted Lash, violently.
Ladd"s eyes sought Gale"s face.
"Son, you ain"t bull-headed like Jim. You"ll see the sense of it.
There"s Nell a-waitin" back at Forlorn River. Think what it means to her! She"s a d.a.m.n fine girl, d.i.c.k, an" what right have you to break her heart for an old worn-out cowpuncher? Think how she"s watchin" for you with that sweet face all sad an" troubled, an" her eyes turnin"
black. You"ll go, son, won"t you?"
d.i.c.k shook his head.
The ranger turned his gaze upon Thorne, and now the keen, glistening light in his gray eyes had blurred.
"Thorne, it"s different with you. Jim"s a fool, an" young Gale has been punctured by choya thorns. He"s got the desert poison in his blood. But you now--you"ve no call to stick--you can find that trail out. It"s easy to follow, made by so many shod hosses. Take your wife an" go.... Sh.o.r.e you"ll go, Thorne?"
Deliberately and without an instant"s hesitation the cavalryman replied "No."
Ladd then directed his appeal to Mercedes. His face was now convulsed, and his voice, though it had sunk to a whisper, was clear, and beautiful with some rich quality that Gale had never heard in it.
"Mercedes, you"re a woman. You"re the woman we fought for. An" some of us are sh.o.r.e goin" to die for you. Don"t make it all for nothin".
Let us feel we saved the woman. Sh.o.r.e you can make Thorne go. He"ll have to go if you say. They"ll all have to go. Think of the years of love an" happiness in store for you. A week or so an" it "ll be too late. Can you stand for me seein" you?... Let me tell you, Mercedes, when the summer heat hits the lava we"ll all wither an" curl up like shavin"s near a fire. A wind of h.e.l.l will blow up this slope. Look at them mesquites. See the twist in them. That"s the torture of heat an"
thirst. Do you want me or all us men seein" you like that?...
Mercedes, don"t make it all for nothin". Say you"ll persuade Thorne, if not the others."
For all the effect his appeal had to move her Mercedes might have possessed a heart as hard and fixed as the surrounding lava.
"Never!"
White-faced, with great black eyes flashing, the Spanish girl spoke the word that bound her and her companions in the desert.
The subject was never mentioned again. Gale thought that he read a sinister purpose in Ladd"s mind. To his astonishment, Lash came to him with the same fancy. After that they made certain there never was a gun within reach of Ladd"s clutching, clawlike hands.
Gradually a somber spell lifted from the ranger"s mind. When he was entirely free of it he began to gather strength daily. Then it was as if he had never known patience--he who had shown so well how to wait.
He was in a frenzy to get well. He appet.i.te could not be satisfied.
The sun climbed higher, whiter, hotter. At midday a wind from gulfward roared up the arroyo, and now only palos verdes and the few saguaros were green. Every day the water in the lava hole sank an inch.
The Yaqui alone spent the waiting time in activity. He made trips up on the lava slope, and each time he returned with guns or boots or sombreros, or something belonging to the bandits that had fallen. He never fetched in a saddle or bridle, and from that the rangers concluded Rojas"s horses had long before taken their back trail. What speculation, what consternation those saddled horses would cause if they returned to Forlorn River!
As Ladd improved there was one story he had to hear every day. It was the one relating to what he had missed--the sight of Rojas pursued and plunged to his doom. The thing had a morbid fascination for the sick ranger. He reveled in it. He tortured Mercedes. His gentleness and consideration, heretofore so marked, were in abeyance to some sinister, ghastly joy. But to humor him Mercedes racked her soul with the sensations she had suffered when Rojas hounded her out on the ledge; when she shot him; when she sprang to throw herself over the precipice; when she fought him; when with half-blinded eyes she looked up to see the merciless Yaqui reaching for the bandit. Ladd fed his cruel longing with Thorne"s poignant recollections, with the keen, clear, never-to-be-forgotten shocks to Gale"s eye and ear. Jim Lash, for one at least, never tired of telling how he had seen and heard the tragedy, and every time in the telling it gathered some more tragic and gruesome detail. Jim believed in satiating the ranger. Then in the twilight, when the campfire burned, Ladd would try to get the Yaqui to tell his side of the story. But this the Indian would never do. There was only the expression of his fathomless eyes and the set pa.s.sion of his ma.s.sive face.
Those waiting days grew into weeks. Ladd gained very slowly.
Nevertheless, at last he could walk about, and soon he averred that, strapped to a horse, he could last out the trip to Forlorn River.
There was rejoicing in camp, and plans were eagerly suggested. The Yaqui happened to be absent. When he returned the rangers told him they were now ready to undertake the journey back across lava and cactus.
Yaqui shook his head. They declared again their intention.