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the same dawn unrolled before the eyes of a man and a girl, riding southward along the ^{1 2} of the t-t ³. ⁴ stretched the wide, rolling range-land, empty at the moment of any signs of life. and somehow, for the very reason that one expected something living there, it seemed even more ⁵ than the rough, broken country bordering the mountains on the other side.

 

that, at least, was mary thorne's thought. emerging from the mountain trail just as dawn broke, her eyes brightened as she took in the flat, familiar country, even noting a distant line of wire fence, and for the first time in many hours despair gave place to sudden hope. where there was range-land there must be cattle and men to tend them, and her experience with western cow-men had not been confined to those of lynch's type. him she knew now, to her regret and sorrow, to be the great exception. the majority were clean-cut, brave, ⁶, slow of speech, perhaps, but swift in action; simple of mind and heart--the sort of man, in short, to whom a woman in ⁷ might confidently turn for help.

 

but presently, as the rising sun, ⁸ the peaks that towered above her, emphasized the utter emptiness of those ⁹ pastures, the light died out of her eyes and she remembered with a sinking heart the blackleg ¹⁰ which had so recently ¹¹ the t-t ¹². there had been much discussion of it at the shoe-bar, and now she recalled ¹³ hearing that it had first broken out in these very pastures. doubtless, as a method of prevention, the surviving stock had been moved elsewhere, and her chances for help would be as likely in the midst of a trackless desert as here.

 

the reaction made her lips quiver and there swept over her with renewed force that wave of despair which had been gaining strength all through those interminable black hours. she had done her best to combat it. over and over again she told herself that the situation was far from hopeless. something must happen. some one--mostly she thought of ¹⁴, though she did not name him even to herself--would come to her aid. it was incredible that in this day and generation a person could be successfully carried off even by one as ¹⁵, resourceful, and unscrupulous as tex lynch. but in spite of all her reasoning there remained in the back of mary's mind a feeling of cold horror, born of those few sentences she had overheard while pedro was saddling the horses. like a poisonous serpent, it reared its ugly head ¹⁶, to ¹⁷ in an instant her most ¹⁸ arguments. the very thought of it now filled her with the same fear and ¹⁹ that had overwhelmed her when the incredible words first burned into her consciousness, and made her glance with a sudden, sharp terror at the man beside her. she met a stare from his bold, heavy-lidded eyes that sent the blood flaming into her cheeks.

 

"well?" ²⁰ lynch, smiling. "feelin' better, now it's mornin'?"

 

the girl made no answer. hastily ²¹ her eyes, she rode on in silence, lips pressed together and chin a little ²².

 

"sulking, eh?" drawled lynch. "what's the good? yuh can't keep that sort of thing up forever. after we're--married--"

 

he paused significantly. the girl's lip quivered but she set her teeth into it ²³. presently, with an effort, she forced herself to speak.

 

"aren't you rather wasting time trying to--to frighten me with that sort of rubbish?" she asked coldly. "in these days marriage isn't something that can be forced."

 

the man's laugh was not agreeable. "oh, is that so?" he inquired. "you're likely to learn a thing or two before long, i'll say."

 

his tone was so carelessly confident, so ²⁴ assured, that in an instant her pitiful little ²⁵ of courage was swept away.

 

"it isn't so!" she cried, turning on him with wide eyes and quivering lips. "you couldn't-- there isn't a--real clergyman who'd do--do such a thing. no one could force me to--to-- why, i'd rather die than--"

 

she paused, choking. lynch ²⁶ his shoulders.

 

"oh, no, yuh wouldn't," he drawled. "dyin' is ²⁷ easy to talk about, but when yuh get right down to it, i reckon you'd change yore mind. i don't see why yore so dead set against me," he added. "i ain't so hard to look at, am i? an' with me as yore husband, things will--will be mighty different on the ranch. you'll never have to pinch an' worry like yuh do now."

 

tears blinded her, and, turning away quickly, she stared unseeing through a ^{28 29}, fighting ³⁰ for at least a ³¹ of self-control. he was so confident, so terribly sure of himself! what if he could do the thing he said? she did not see how such a ghastly horror could be possible; but then, what did she know of conditions in the place to which he was taking her?

 

suddenly, as she struggled against that overpowering weight of ³² and despair, her thoughts flew ³⁴ to another man, and for an instant she seemed to look into his eyes--whimsical, a little tender, with a faint touch of suppressed ³³ in their clear gray depths.

 

"buck! oh, buck!" she ³⁵ under her breath.

 

then of a sudden she felt a hand on her ³⁶ and became aware that lynch was speaking.

 

"we'll stop here for a bit," he informed her ³⁷. "you'd better get down and stretch yoreself."

 

she looked at him, a little puzzled. "i'm quite comfortable as i am," she returned stiffly.

 

"i expect yuh are," he said meaningly. "but i ain't takin' any chances." with a wave of his hand he indicated a steepish ³⁸ that rose up on their left. "i'm goin' up there to look around an' see what the country looks like ahead," he explained. "i'll take both cayuses along, jest in case yuh should take the notion to go for a little canter. sabe?"

 

without a word she slipped out of the saddle and, moving to one side, listlessly watched him gather up the ³⁹ of her horse and ride toward the foot of the hill. its lower levels sloped easily, and in spite of the handicap of the led horse, who pulled back and seemed reluctant to follow, lynch took it with scarcely a pause.

 

there came a point, however, about half way to the summit, from which he would have to proceed on foot. lynch dismounted briskly enough and tied both horses to a low bush. then, instead of starting directly on the brief upward climb, he turned and glanced back to where mary stood.

 

that glance, indicating doubt and suspicion, set the girl suddenly to wondering. ever so little her slim figure straightened, losing its discouraged ⁴⁰. was it possible? he seemed to think so, or why had he looked back so searchingly? guardedly her glance swept to right and left. a hundred feet or so to the south a spur of the little hill thrust out, hiding what lay beyond. if she could reach it, might there not possibly be some spot in all that ⁴¹ of rocks and gullies where she at least might hide?

 

filled with a new wild hope; realizing that nothing she might do could make her situation worse, mary's eyes returned to the climbing man, and she watched him narrowly. little by little, when his back was toward her, she edged toward the spur. she told herself that when he reached the top she would make a dash, but in the end her tense, raw nerves played her false. quivering with eagerness, she held herself together until he was within twenty feet or more of the summit, and then her self-control snapped ⁴².

 

she had covered scarcely a dozen yards over the rough ground when a ⁴³ shout of surprise came from lynch, followed by the ⁴⁴ of rolling stones as he ⁴⁵ back down the hill. but she did not turn her head; there was no time or need. running as she had never run before, she rounded the spur and with a ⁴⁶ of dismay saw that the cliffs curved back abruptly, forming an intervening open space that seemed to extend for miles, but which, in reality, was only a few hundred yards across.

 

still she did not halt, but sped on gamely, heading for the mouth of the nearest gully. presently the thud of ⁴⁷ terrified her, but stung her to even greater effort. nearer the hoofs-beats came, and nearer still. breathless, panting, she knew now she could never reach the gully. the ⁴⁸ sent her heart sinking like a lead ⁴⁹, but fear drove her blindly on. suddenly the bulk of a horse ⁵⁰ beside her and a man's easy, ⁵¹ laugh bit into her soul like vitriol. an instant later lynch leaped from his saddle and caught her around the waist.

 

"yuh would, would yuh?" he cried, gazing down into her flushed, frightened face. "tried to shake me, eh?"

 

for a moment he held her thus, ⁵² her with his eyes, holding the ⁵³ of both horses in his free hand. then all at once he laughed again, hatefully, and crushing her to him, he kissed her, roughly, ⁵⁵--kissed her repeatedly on the lips and cheeks and throat.

 

mary cried out once and tried to struggle. then of a sudden her muscles relaxed and she lay limply in his arms, eyes closed, wishing that she might die, or, better yet, that some ⁵⁶ force would suddenly strike the creature dead.

 

how long she lay there ⁵⁷ with disgust and ⁵⁸, she did not know. it seemed an ⁵⁹ before she realized that his lips no longer touched her, and opening her eyes she was startled at the sight of his face.

 

it was partly turned away from her as he stared southward across the flats. his eyes were wide, incredulous, and filled with a ⁶⁰ of anger and dismay. in another moment he jerked her roughly to her feet, dragged her around to the side of her horse, and fairly flung her into the saddle. ⁶¹ into his own, he spurred the beast savagely and rode back toward the out-thrust spur at a ⁶², dragging the ^{63 64} with him.

 

gripping the saddle-horn to keep her ⁶⁵ seat, mary yet found time for a hurried backward glance before she was whisked out of sight of that wide stretch of open country to the south. but that glance was enough to make her heart leap. dots--moving dots which she had no difficulty in recognizing as horsemen--were sweeping ⁶⁶ along the edge of the breaks. who they were she neither knew nor cared. it was enough that they were men. her eyes sparkled, and a wild new hope flamed up within her, even though she was being carried swiftly away from them.

 

once in the shelter of the spur, lynch did not halt but rode on at full speed, heading northward. for half a mile or so the thudding hoof-beats of the two horses alone broke the silence. then, as their advance opened up a fresh sweep of country, lynch jerked his mount to a standstill with a suddenness that raised a cloud of dust about them.

 

"hell!" he rasped, staring from under narrowing lids.

 

for full half a minute he sat motionless, his face distorted with baffled fury and swiftly growing fear. then his eyes flashed toward the hills on the right and swept them searchingly. a second later he had turned his cayuse and was speeding towards a narrow break between two spurs, keeping a tight hold on the girl's bridle.

 

"you try any monkey tricks," he flung back over one shoulder, "and i'll--kill yuh."

 

mary made no answer, but the ⁵⁴ ferocity of his tone made her shiver, and she instantly abandoned the plan she had formed of trying, by little touches of hand and heel, to make freckles still further ⁶⁷ lynch's actions. through the settling dust-haze she had seen the cause of his perturbation--a single horseman less than a mile away ⁶⁸ straight toward them--and felt that her enemy was cornered. but the very strength of her ⁶⁹ gave her a ⁷⁰ longing for life and happiness, and she realized ⁷¹ the truth of lynch's ⁷², sneering words, that when one actually got down to it, it was not an easy thing to die. she must take no chances. surely it could be only a question of a little time now before she would be free.

 

but presently her high confidence began to fade. with the manner of one on ⁷³ familiar ground, lynch rode straight into the break between the rocks, which proved to be the entrance to a gully that widened and then turned sharply to the right. here he stopped and ordered mary to ride in front of him.

 

"you go ahead," he ⁷⁴, flinging her the reins. "don't lose any time, neither."

 

without question she obeyed, choosing the way from his occasional, ⁷⁵ flung directions. this led them upward, slowly, ⁷⁶ with many a twist and turn, until at length, passing through a narrow opening in the rocks, mary came out suddenly on a ⁷⁷ scarcely a dozen feet in width. on one side the cliffs rose in irregular, ⁷⁸ masses, too steep to climb. on the other was a precipitous drop into a cañon of unknown depth.

 

"get down," ordered lynch, swinging out of his saddle.

 

as she slid to the ground he handed her his bridle-reins.

 

"take the horses a ways back an' hold 'em," he told her ⁷⁹. "an' remember this: not a peep out of yuh, or it'll be yore last. nobody yet's double-crossed me an' got away with it, an' nobody ain't goin' to--not even a woman. that cañon's pretty deep, an' there's sharp stones a-plenty at the bottom."

 

white-faced and tight-lipped, she turned away from him without a word and led the two horses back to the point he indicated. the ledge, which sloped sharply upward, was cluttered with loose stones, and she moved slowly, avoiding these with ⁸⁰ caution and trying not to glance toward the ⁸¹. a dozen feet away she paused, holding the horses tightly by their bridles and pressing herself against the ⁸² neck of freckles, who she knew was steady. then she glanced back and caught her breath with a swift, sudden ⁸³.

 

kneeling close to the opening, but a little to one side, lynch was whirling the ⁸⁴ of his colt. watching him with fascinated horror, mary saw him break the weapon, closely inspect the shells, close it again, and test the trigger. then, revolver gripped in right hand, he settled himself into a slightly easier position, eyes ⁸⁵ on the opening and head thrust a little forward in an attitude of listening.

 

only too well she guessed his purpose. he was waiting in ⁸⁶ to "get" that ⁸⁷ horseman they had seen riding from the north. whether or not he had come here for the sole purpose of ⁸⁸ the other to his death, mary had no notion. but she could see clearly that once this stranger was out of the way, lynch would at least have a chance to ⁸⁹ into the mountains before the others from the south arrived to halt him.

 

slowly, interminably the minutes ticked away as the girl stood motionless, striving desperately to think of something she might do to prevent the ⁹⁰. if only she had some way of knowing when the stranger was near she might cry out a warning, even at the risk of lynch's violence. but thrust here in the background as she was, the unknown was likely to come within range of lynch's gun before she even knew of his approach.

 

suddenly, out of the dead silence, the clatter of a ⁹¹ struck on the girl's raw nerves and made her ⁹². she saw the muscles of lynch's back ⁹³ and the barrel of his colt flash up to cover the narrow entrance to the ledge. for an instant she hesitated, choked by the beating of her heart. should she cry out? was it the man really coming? her dry lips parted, and then all at once a curious, slowly moving object barely visible above the rocky shoulder that sheltered lynch, startled her and kept her silent.

 

in that first flash she had no idea what it was. then abruptly the truth came to her. it was the top of a man's stetson. the ledge sloped upward, and where she stood it was a good two feet higher than at the entrance. a man was riding up the outer slope and, remembering the steepness of it, mary knew that, in a moment, more of him would come into view before he became visible to lynch.

 

white-faced, dry-lipped, she waited breathlessly. now she could see the entire hat. a second later she glimpsed the top of an ear, a bit of forehead, a sweeping look of dark-brown hair--and her heart died suddenly within her.

 

the man was buck green!

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