presently mrs.
1 released her spasmodic grip on stratton's
2 shirt and
3 for her handkerchief.
"i'm a fool to--to waste time like this," she
4,
5 her eyes with the
6 square of cambric.
"i think you're rather wonderful," returned
7 gently. he helped her to a chair. "sit down here, and when you're able, tell us just what--happened."
her hands dropped suddenly to her lap and she looked up at him with wide, blazing eyes. bud had approached and stood on the other side of the chair, listening intently.
"it was that creature lynch," she said in a voice that trembled a little with anger and indignation. "he was the one who rode up on horseback. it was pedro who was hidden in the
8. mary told you about that before the telephone went dead."
"the wire was cut," muttered stratton. "that must have been the greaser's work."
she gave a quick nod. "very likely. he's equal to anything. they met just outside the door and talked together. it seemed as if they'd never leave off whispering. mary was over by the telephone and i stood here. she had that revolver, which she'd found in the other room." her eyes indicated the weapon on the table, and buck was conscious of a queer thrill as he recognized it as his own. "we waited. at last the--the beast pounded at the door and called to us to open. we didn't stir. then he threw himself against the door, which cracked. mary cried out that if he tried to force it, she'd shoot. the creature only laughed, and when she did fire, the bullet went wild."
she paused an instant, her fingers
9 at the handkerchief clasped in her lap.
"and then he broke in?" questioned buck, in a hard voice.
she nodded. "yes. i fired once, but it did no good. before i could shoot again, pedro came up from behind and snatched the revolver away. he must have forced his way into the kitchen. he threw me into a chair, while lynch went after mary."
buck's lips were pressed tightly together; his face was hard as stone. "didn't she fire again?"
"no, i don't know why. i couldn't see very well. something may have gone wrong with the revolver; perhaps she had
10. i should have had none." mrs. archer's small, delicate face looked almost
11. "i'd have gloried in shooting the
12. at any rate, she didn't, and he took the weapon away from her and flung it on the table."
again she hesitated
13, overcome by her emotions. stratton's face was
14, save for a
15 16 of the muscles about his mouth.
"and then?" he questioned.
"i--i tried to go to her, but pedro held me in the chair." mrs. archer drew a long, quivering breath. "lynch had her by the wrist; i heard him say something about not hurting her; and then he said, quite plainly, that since she'd got him in this mess, she'd have to get him out. i couldn't understand, but all at once i realized that if they did--take her away, they'd probably tie me up, or something, to prevent my giving the alarm, and so i pretended to faint."
she lifted her handkerchief to her lips and let it fall again. "it wasn't easy to lie still in that chair and see the dear child--being dragged away. but i knew i'd be quite helpless against those two
17. she--she didn't struggle much; perhaps she hadn't the strength." the old lady's voice shook, and she began again plucking
18 at her handkerchief. "the minute they were out of the door, i got up and followed them. i thought perhaps i might be able to see which way they went. it was pitch-dark, and i crept along beside the house to the corner. i could just see their outlines over by the corral. pedro was saddling two horses. when he had done, that creature, lynch, made mary mount and got on his own horse, which he had been leading. then the two men began to talk. i couldn't hear everything, but it sounded as if they were arranging to meet somewhere. they gave the name of a place."
her eyes searched buck's face with a troubled, anxious
19. "so many arizona towns have a foreign sound, but somehow i--i've never even heard of santa clara."
"santa clara!" burst out bud. "why, that's over in sonora. if he should get her across the border--"
mrs. archer sprang to her feet and caught stratton by one arm. "mexico!" she cried
20. "oh, buck! you must save her from that creature! you mustn't let him--"
"he sha'n't. don't worry," interrupted stratton harshly. "tell me as quickly as you can what else you heard. was there anything said about the way he meant to take?"
mrs. archer
21 her small hands and fought bravely for self-control. "he said he--he might be delayed. he didn't dare take the road through perilla, and the trail through the mountains was probably blocked by the sheriff." her forehead wrinkled thoughtfully. "he said the only way was to--to go through the pass and turn south along the edge of the t-t land. that--that was all."
buck's face lighted with
22 satisfaction. "it's a good bit," he said briefly. "when they started off did you notice which way they went?"
"pedro rode past the house toward the lower gate. lynch went straight down the slope toward the bunk-house. he was leading mary's horse. i ran a little way after them and saw them cross the
23 this side of the middle pasture gate."
buck shot a glance at jessup. "the north pasture!" he muttered. "he knows there'll be no one around there, and it'll be the safest way to reach the t-t trail. i'll saddle a fresh cayuse and be off." he turned to mrs. archer. "don't you worry," he said, with a momentary touch on her shoulder that was at once a
24 and an assurance. "i'll bring her back."
"you must!" she cried. "they said something--it isn't possible that he can--force her to--to marry him?"
"a lot of things are possible, but he won't have the chance," replied stratton grimly. "bud, you stay here with mrs. archer, and i'll--"
"oh, no!" protested the old lady. "you must both go. i don't need any one. i'm not afraid of being here alone. no one will come--now."
"why couldn't i go after hardenberg and get him to take a bunch around the south end of the hills," suggested jessup quickly. "they might be able to head him off."
"all right," nodded stratton
25. "go to it."
inaction had suddenly grown intolerable. he would have agreed to anything save the suggestion that he delay his start even for another sixty seconds. with a hurried good-by to mrs. archer, he hastened from the room, swung into his saddle, and rode swiftly around to the corral. a brief search through the darkness showed him that only a single horse remained there. he lost not a moment in roping the animal, and was transferring his saddle from pete, when bud appeared.
"you'll have to catch a horse from the remuda," he said briefly. "i've taken the last one. turn pete into the corral, will you, and give him a little feed." straightening up, he turned the stirrup, mounted swiftly, and spurred his horse forward. "so-long," he called back over one shoulder.
the thud of
26 drowned bud's reply, and as the night closed about him, buck gave a faint sigh of relief. there was a brief delay at the gate, and then, heading northwest, he urged the horse to a canter.
he was taking a chance in following this short cut through the middle pasture, but he felt he had no choice. to attempt to trail lynch would be
27, and if he waited until dawn, the scoundrel would be hopelessly in the lead. he knew of only one pass through the mountains to t-t ground, and for this he headed, convinced that it was also lynch's goal, and praying
28 that the scoundrel might not change his mind.
he was under no
29 as to the task which lay before him. lynch would be somewhat handicapped by the presence of the girl, especially if he continued to lead her horse. but he had a good hour's start, and once in the mountains the handicap would vanish. the chase was likely to be prolonged, particularly as lynch knew every foot of the mountain trail and the country beyond, which stratton had never seen.
but the presence of difficulties only strengthened buck's resolution and confidence. as he sped on through the
30 darkness, the cool night wind brushing his face, a
31 rage against tex lynch dominated him. now and then the thought of mary thorne came to torture him.
32 he pictured the scene at the ranch-house which mrs. archer had described, imagining the girl's fear and horror and despair, then and
33, with a realism which made him
34. but always his mind flashed back to the man who was to blame for it all, and with savage curses he pledged himself to a reckoning.
and so, with mind divided between alternating
35 of tenderness and fury, he came at last to the further side of middle pasture and dismounted to let down the fence. it was characteristic of the born and bred ranchman that instead of riding swiftly on and letting the cut wires
36, he automatically obeyed one of the hard and fast rules of the range and fastened them behind him. he did not pause again until he reached the little sheltered nook in the face of the high cliffs, out of which led the trail.
had those two passed yet, or were they still out there somewhere in the sandy wastes of north pasture? he wondered as he
37 in his horse. he scarcely dared hope that already he could have
38 the
39 lynch, but it was important to make sure. and so, slipping out of the saddle, he flung the
40 over the roan's head and, walking forward a few steps, lit a match and searched the ground carefully for any signs.
three matches had been consumed before he found what he was looking for--the fresh prints of two horses leading toward the trail. hastily returning to his cayuse, he swung into the saddle and headed the roan toward the grade. they were ahead of him, then; but how far?
it was impossible to make any speed along the rough
41 of this rocky trail, but buck wasted no time. down in the further hollow he turned aside to the spring, not knowing when he would again find water for his horse. he did not dismount, and as the roan
42 43 nozzle into the spring, a picture rose in buck's mind of that other day--how long ago it seemed!--when he himself,
44 painfully in the saddle, had sucked the water with as great an eagerness out of a woman's soggy stetson, and then, over the limp brim, gazed gratefully into a pair of tender hazel eyes which tried in vain to mask anxiety beneath a surface of lightness.
he bit his lips and struck the saddle-horn fiercely with one clenched fist. when the horse had finished drinking, he turned him swiftly and,
45 the trail, pushed on
46 at reckless speed.
about an hour later the first pale signs of dawn began to lighten the darkness. slowly, gradually, almost imperceptibly, a cold gray crept into the sky,
47 out the stars. little by little the light strengthened, searching out shadowy nooks and corners, revealing this peak or that, widening the horizon, until at length the whole, wide, tumbled mass of peak and
48, of cañon, valley, and
49, twisted mountain trail lay revealed in all its grim, lifeless, forbidding desolation.
from his point of vantage at the summit of a steep grade, buck halted and stared ahead with a restless, keen eagerness. he could see the trail curving over the next rise, and farther still he glimpsed a tiny patch of it rounding the shoulder of a hill. but it was empty, lifeless; and as he loosed the reins and touched the roan lightly with a spur, stratton's face grew blank and hard again.
from somewhere amongst the rocks the long-drawn, quavering howl of a coyote sounded mournfully.
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