Free Desert Gold by Zane Grey Page A

and ridges, wound between mounds of broken ruined rock, found a level again, and then began a long ascent. Dick asked Mercedes if she was cold, and she answered that she was, speaking especially of her feet, which were growing numb. Then she asked to be helped down to walk awhile. At first she was cold and lame, and accepted the helping hand Dick proffered. After a little, however, she recovered and went on without assistance. Dick could scarcely believe his eyes, as from time to time he stole a sidelong glance at this silent girl, who walked with lithe and rapid stride. She was wrapped in his long coat, yet it did not hide her slender grace. He could not see her face, which was concealed by the black mantle.
    A low-spoken word from Ladd recalled Gale to the question of surroundings and of possible dangers. Ladd had halted a few yards ahead. They had reached the summit of what was evidently a high ridge which sloped with much greater steepness on the far side. It was only after a few more forward steps, however, that Dick could see down the slope. Then full in view flashed a bright campfire around which clustered a group of dark figures. They were encamped in a wide arroyo, where horses could be seen grazing in black patches of grass between clusters of trees. A second look at the campers told Gale they were Mexicans. At this moment Lash came forward to join Ladd, and the two spent a long, uninterrupted moment studying the arroyo. A hoarse laugh, faint yet distinct, floated up on the cool wind.
    â€œWell, Laddy, what ’r you makin’ of that outfit?” inquired Lash, speaking softly.
    â€œSame as any of them raider outfits,” replied Ladd. “They’re across the line for beef. But they’ll run off any good stock. As hoss thieves these rebels have got ’em all beat. That outfit is waitin’ till it’s late. There’s a ranch up the arroyo.”
    Gale heard the first speaker curse under his breath.
    â€œSure, I feel the same,” said Ladd. “But we’ve got a girl an’ the young man to look after, not to mention our pack outfit. An’ we’re huntin’ for a job, not a fight, old hoss. Keep on your chaps!”
    â€œNothin’ to it but head south for the Rio Forlorn.”
    â€œYou’re talkin’ sense now, Jim. I wish we’d headed that way long ago. But it ain’t strange I’d want to travel away from the border, thinkin’ of the girl. Jim, we can’t go round this Greaser outfit an’ strike the road again. Too rough. So we’ll have to give up gettin’ to San Felipe.”
    â€œPerhaps it’s just as well, Laddy. Rio Forlorn is on the borderline, but it’s country where these rebels ain’t been yet.”
    â€œWait till they learn of the oasis an’ Beldin’s hosses!” exclaimed Laddy. “I’m not anticipatin’ peace anywhere along the border, Jim. But we can’t go ahead; we can’t go back.”
    â€œWhat’ll we do, Laddy? It’s a hike to Beldin’s ranch. An’ if we get there in daylight some Greaser will see the girl before Beldin’ can hide her. It’ll get talked about. The news’ll travel to Casita like sage balls before the wind.”
    â€œShore we won’t ride into Rio Forlorn in the daytime. Let’s slip the packs, Jim. We can hide them off in the cactus an’ come back after them. With the young man ridin’ we—”
    The whispering was interrupted by a loud ringing neigh that whistled up from the arroyo. One of the horses had scented the travelers on the ridgetop. The indifference of the Mexicans changed to attention.
    Ladd and Lash turned back and led the horses into the first opening on the south side of the road. There was nothing more said at the moment, and manifestly the cowboys were in a hurry. Gale had to run in the open places to keep up. When they did stop it was welcome to Gale, for he had begun to fall