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They pulled them away before they were satisfied, and led them back to where green grass was growing. There they pulled the saddles off and 175
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let the poor brutes feed while they unpacked food for themselves.
" It'll pay in the long run," said Luck, " to give them an hour here. I'll pay the Injuns for what grass they eat. Ramon must have stopped here yesterday. I'm going up and see if I can't pry a little information loose from those squaws and papooses. Come on, Applehead — you can talk a little Navvy; you come and tell 'em what I want."
Applehead hesitated, and with a very good reason. He might, for all he knew, be trespassing upon the allotment of a friend or relative of some of the Indians he had been compelled to " get" in the course of his duties as sheriff. And at any rate they all knew him — or at least knew of him.
"Aw, gwan, Applehead," Happy Jack urged facetiously, sure that Applehead had tried to scare him with tales of Indians whose pastoral pursuits proclaimed aloud their purity of souls. " Gwan! You ain't afraid of a couple of squaws, are yuh ? Go on and talk to the ladies. Mebby yuh might win a wife if yuh just had a little nerve! "
Applehead turned and glowered. But Luck 176
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was already walking slowly toward the hogans and looking back frequently, so Applehead contented himself by saying, " You wait till this yere trip's over, 'fore ye git so dang funny in yore remarks, young man! " and stalked after Luck, hitching his six-shooter forward as he went.
At the shed, the Indian who had peered after Pink stood in the doorway and stared unwinkingly as they came up. Applehead glanced at him sharply from under his sorrel eyebrows and grunted. He knew him by sight well enough, and he took it for granted that the recognition was mutual. But he gave no sign of remembrance. Instead, he asked how much the Indian wanted for the grass the horses would eat in an hour.
The Indian looked at the two impassively and did not say anything at all; so Applehead flipped him a dollar.
" Now, what time did them fellows pass here yesterday ? " Applehead asked, in the half Indian, half Mexican jargon which nearly all New Mexico Indians speak.
The Indian looked at the dollar and moved his head of bobbed hair vaguely from left to right. 177
" All right, dang ye, don't talk if ye don't feel like it," Applehead commented in wasted sarcasm, and looked at Luck for some hint of what was wanted next. Luck seemed uncertain, so Apple-head turned toward the ditch, and the food his empty stomach craved.
" No use tryin' to make 'em talk if they ain't in the notion," he told Luck impatiently. " He's got his dollar, and we'll take what grass our hosses kin pack away in their bellies. That kinda winds up the transaction, fur's I kin see."
" I wonder if another dollar —"
But Applehead interrupted him. "Another dollar might git him warmed up so's he'd shake his danged head twicet instid uh oncet," he asserted pessimistically, " but that's all you'd git outa him. That thar buck ain't tcftkin' today. Yuh better come an' eat 'n' rest yer laigs. If he talked, he'd lie. "We're a heap better off jest doin' our own trailin' same as we been doin'. That bunch come by here; the tracks show that. If they went on, the tracks'll show where they headed fur. 'N' my idee is that they'll take their time from now on. They don't know we're trailin' 'em 178
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up. I'll bet they never throwed back any scout t' watch the back trail, V they're in ISTavvy country now — whar they're purty tol'ble safe if they stand in with the Injuns. 'W I'm tellin' yuh right now, Luck, I wisht I could say as much fer us! " Applehead lifted his hat and rubbed his palm over his bald pate that was covered thickly with beads of perspiration, as if his head were a stone jar filled with cold water. " If we have to sep'rate, Luck, you take a fool's advice and keep yore dang eyes open. The boys, they think I been stringin' 'em along. Mebby you think so too, but I kin tell ye right now 't we gotta keep our dang eyes in our haids! "
" I'm taking your word for it, Applehead," Luck told him, lowering his voice a little because they were nearing the others. " Besides, I've heard a lot about these tricky boys with the Dutch-cut on their hair. I'm keeping it all in mind — , don't worry. But I sure am going to overhaul Ramon, if we have to follow him to salt water."
"Well, now, I ain't never turned back on a trail yit, fer want uh nerve to foiler it," Apple-head stated offendedly. " When I was shurf —" 179
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The enlivened jumble of voices, each proclaiming the owner's hopes or desires or disbelief to ears that were not listening, quite submerged Applehead's remarks upon the subject of his well-known prowess when he was " shurf." The Happy Family were sprawled in unwonted luxury on the shady side of an outcropping of rock from under which a little spring seeped and made a small oasis in the general barrenness. They had shade, they had water and food, and through the thin aromatic smoke of their cigarettes they could watch their horses cropping avidly the green grass that meant so much to them. The knowledge that an hour later they would be traveling again in the blazing heat of midday but emphasized their present comfort. They were enjoying every minute to its full sixty seconds. Laughter came easily and the hardships of the trail were pushed into the background of their minds.
They were not particularly anxious over the sue-1 cess or failure of Luck's trip to the hogans. They were on Eamon's trail (or so they firmly believed) and sooner or later they would overhaul him and Bill Holmes. When that happened they believed 180
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that they would be fully equal to the occasion, and that Ramon and Bill and those who were with him would learn what it means to turn traitor to the hand that has fed them, and to fling upon that hand the mud of public suspicion. But just now they were not talking about these things; they were arguing very earnestly over a very trivial matter indeed, and they got as much satisfaction out of the contention as though it really amounted to something.
When Luck had eaten and smoked and had ground his cigarette stub under his heel in the moist earth beside the spring, and had looked at his watch and got upon his feet with a sigh to say: "Well, boys, let's go," the Happy Family (who by the way must now be understood as including Lite Avery) sighed also and pulled their reluctant feet toward them and got up also, with sundry hitchings-into-place as to gun-belts and sundry re-settlings as to hats. They pulled their horses — more reluctant even than their riders — away from the green grass; resaddled, recinched the packs on the four animals that carried the camp supplies, gave them a last drink at the little irrigating ditch 181
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and mounted and straggled out again upon the trail of the six whom they seemed never able to overtake.
They did not know that the silent Indian with the dingy overalls and the bobbed hair had watched every movement they made. Through all that hour of rest not even a papoose had been visible around the hogans — which, while there was nothing warlike in their keeping under cover, was not exactly a friendly attitude. Applehead had kept turning his keen, bright blue eyes that way while he ate and afterwards smoked an after-dinner pipe, but when they were actually started again upon the trail he appeared to lay aside his misgivings.
Not even Applehead suspected that the Indian had led a pony carefully down into a draw, keeping the buildings always between himself and the party of white men; nor that he watched them while they spread out beyond the cultivated patch of irrigated ground until they picked up the trail of the six horses, when they closed the gaps between them and followed the trail straight away into the parched mesa that was lined with deep washes and canons and crossed with stony ridges 182
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where the heat radiated up from the bare rocks as from a heating stove when the fire is blazing within. When they rode away together, the Indian ran back into the draw, mounted his pony and lashed it into a heavy, sure-footed gallop.
CHAPTER XIII
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rock-bottomed arroyo so deep in most places that all view of the surrounding mesa was shut off completely, save where the ragged tops of a distant line of hills pushed up into the dazzling blue of the sky. The heat, down here among the rocks, was all but unbearable; and when they discovered that no tracks led out of the arroyo on the farther side, the Happy Family dismounted and walked to save their horses while they divided into two parties and hunted up and down the arroyo for the best trail.
It was just such vexatious delays as this which had kept them always a day's ride or more behind their quarry, and Luck's hand trembled with nervous irritability when he turned back and handed Applehead one of those small, shrill police whistles whose sound carries so far, and which are much 184
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used by motion-picture producers for the longdistance direction of scenes.
" I happened to have a couple in my pocket," he explained hurriedly. " You know the signals, don't you ? One long, two short will mean you've picked up the trail. Three or more short, quick ones is an emergency call, for all hands to come running."
" Well, they's one thing you want to keep in mind, Luck," Applehead urged from his superior trail craft. " They might be sharp enough to ride in here a ways and come out the same side they rode in at. Yuh want to hunt both sides as yuh go up."
" Sure," said Luck, and hurried away up the arroyo with Pink, Big Medicine, Andy and the Native Son at his heels, leading the two pack-horses that belonged to their party. In the opposite direction went Applehead and the others, their eyes upon the ground watching for the faintest sign of hoofprints.
That blazing ball of torment, the sun, slid farther and farther down to the skyline, tempering its heat with the cool promise of dusk. Away up 185
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the arroyo, Luck stopped for breath after a sharp climb up through a narrow gash in the sheer wall of what was now a small canon, and saw that to search any farther in that direction would be useless. Across the arroyo — that had narrowed and deepened until it was a canon — Andy Green was mopping his face with his handkerchief and studying a bold hump of jumbled bowlders and ledges, evidently considering whether it was worth while toiling up to the top. A little below him, the Native Son was flinging rocks at a rattlesnake with the vicious precision of frank abhorrence. Down in the canon bottom Big Medicine and Pink were holding the horses on the shady side of the gorge, and the smoke of their cigarettes floated lazily upward with the jumbled monotone of their voices.
Andy, glancing across at Luck, waved his hand and sat down on a rock that was shaded by a high bowlder; reached mechanically for his " makings " and with his feet far apart and his elbows on his thighs, wearily rolled a cigarette.
" How about it, boss ?" he asked, scarcely raising his voice above the ordinary conversational tone, though a hard fifteen-minutes' climb up and 186
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down separated the two ; " they never came up the arroyo, if you ask me. My side don't show a hoof track from where we left the boys down below."
" Mine either," Luck replied, by the power of suggestion seating himself and reaching for his own tobacco and papers. " We might as well work back down and connect with Applehead. Wish there was some sign of water in this darn gulch. By the time we get down where we started from, it'll be sundown." He glanced down at Bud and Pink. " Hey! You can start back any time," he called. " Nothing up this way."
" Here's the grandfather of all rattlers," Miguel called across to Luck, and held up by the tail a great snake that had not ceased its muscular writh-ings. " Twelve rattles and a button. Have I got time to skin him ? He tried to bite me on the leg — but I heard him and got outa reach."
" We've got to be moving," Luck answered. " It's a long ways back where we started from, and we've got to locate water, if we can." He rose with the deliberateness that indicated tired muscles, and started back; and to himself he muttered exasperatedly: " A good three hours all 187
shot to pieces — and not a mile gained on that bunch!"
The Native Son, calmly pinching the rattles off the snake he had not time to skin, climbed down into the canon and took his horse Hby the bridle reins. Behind him Andy Green came scrambling; but Luck, still faintly hoping for a clue, kept to the upper rim of the arroyo, scanning every bit of soft ground where it seemed possible for a horse to climb up from below. He had always recognized the native cunning of Ramon, but he had never dreamed him as cunning as this latest ruse would seem to prove him.
As for Bill Holmes, Luck dismissed him with a shrug of contempt. Bill Holmes had been stranded in Albuquerque when the cold weather was coming on; he had been hungry and shelterless and ill-clad — one of those bits of flotsam -which drift into our towns and stand dejectedly upon our street-corners when they do not prowl down alleys to the back doors of our restaurants in the hope of being permitted to wash the soiled dishes of more fortunate men for the food which diners have left beside their plates. Luck had fed 188
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Bill Holmes, and he had given him work to do and the best food and shelter he could afford; and for thanks, Bill had — as Luck believed — made sly, dishonest love to Annie-Many-Ponies, for whose physical and moral welfare Luck would be held responsible. Bill had deliberately chosen to steal rather than work for honest wages, and had preferred the unstable friendship of Eamon Chavez to the cleaner life in Luck's company. He did not credit Bill Holmes with anything stronger than a weak-souled treachery. Eamon, he told himself while he made his way down the arroyo side, was at least working out a clever scheme of his own, and it rested with Luck and his posse to see that Eamon was cheated of success.
So deeply was he engrossed that before he realized it he was down where they had left Apple-head's party. There was no sign of them anywhere, so Luck went down and mounted his horse and led the way down the arroyo.
Already the heat was lessening and the land was
taking on those translucent opal tints which make
of New Mexico a land of enchantment. The far
hills enveloped themselves in a faint, purplish haze
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through which they seemed to blush unwittingly. The mesa, no longer showing itself an arid waste of heat and untracked wilderness, lay soft under a thin veil of many ethereal tints. Away off to the northeast they heard the thin, vague clamor of a band of sheep and the staccato barking of a dog.
Luck rode for some distance, his uneasiness growing as the shadows deepened with the setting of the sun. They had gone too far to hear any whistled signal, but it seemed to him reasonable to suppose that Applehead would return to their starting point, whether he found the trail or not; or at least send a man back. Luck began to think more seriously of Applehead's numerous warnings about the Indians — and yet, there had been no sound of shooting, which is the first sign of trouble in this country. Rifle shots can be heard a long way in this clear air; so Luck presently dismissed that worry and gave his mind to the very real one which assailed them all; which was water for their horses.
The boys were riding along in silence, sitting over to one side with a foot dangling free of its stirrup; except Andy, who had hooked one leg 190
over the saddle-horn and was riding sidewise, smoking a meditative cigarette and staring out between the ears of his horse. They were tired; horses and men, they were tired to the middle of their bones. But they went ahead without making any complaints whatever or rasping one-another's tempers with ill-chosen remarks; and for that Luck's eyes brightened with appreciation.
Presently, when they had ridden at least a mile down the arroyo, a gray hat-crown came bobbing into sight over a low tongue of rocky ground that cut the channel almost in two. The horses threw up their heads and perked ears forward inquiringly, and in a moment Happy Jack came into view, his gloomy, sunburned face wearing a reluctant grin.
"Well, we got on the trail," he announced as soon as he was close enough. " And we folle
red it to water. Applehead says f er you to come on and make camp. Tracks are fresher around that water-hole'n what they have been, an' Applehead, he's all enthused. I betche we land them fellers t'morrow."
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grassland lapped down over the edge, Happy Jack led the way and the rest followed eagerly. Too often had they made dry camp not to feel jubilant over the prospect even of a brackish water-hole. Even the horses seemed to know and to step out more briskly. Straight across the mesa with its deceptive lights that concealed distance behind a glamor of intimate nearness, they rode into the deepening dusk that had a glow all through it. After a while they dipped into a grassy draw so shallow that they hardly realized the descent until they dismounted at the bottom, where Applehead was already starting a fire and the others were laying out their beds and doing the hundred little things that make for comfort in camp.
A few bushes and a stunted tree or two marked the spring that seeped down and fed a shallow water-hole where the horses drank thirstily. Applehead grinned and pointed to the now familiar hoofprints which they had followed so far.
"I calc'late Ramon done a heap uh millin* around back there in that rocky arroyo," he observed, "'fore he struck off over here. Er else they was held up fer some reason, 'cause them 192
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tracks is fresher a hull lot than what them was that passed the Injun ranch. Musta laid over here las' night, by the looks. But I figgered that we'd best camp whilst we had water, V take up the trail agin at daybreak. Ain't that about the way you see it, Luck ?"
" Why, certainly," Luck assured him with as much heartiness as his utter weariness would permit. " Men and horses, we're about all in. If Ramon was just over the next ridge, I don't know but it would pay to take our rest before we overhaul them."
" They's grass here, yuh notice," Applehead pointed out. " I'll put the bell on Johnny, and if Pink'll hobble that buckskin that's allus wantin' to wander off by hisself, I calc'late we kin settle down an' rest our bones quite awhile b'fore anybody needs to go on guard. Them ponies ain't goin' to stray fur off if they don't have to, after the groun' they covered t'day — now I'm tellin' yuh! They'll save their steps."