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was halfway through the plaza. Under a street lamp at the far end of the path
he thought he saw two dark figures. He ran faster, and soon reached the
street.
The uproar back in the hotel began to diminish, or else he was getting out of
hearing. The few people he saw close at hand were all coming his way, and
only the foremost showed any excitement.
Gale walked swiftly, peering ahead for two figures. Presently he saw
them--one tall, wearing a cape; the other slight, mantled. Gale drew a sharp
breath of relief. Throne and Mercedes were not far ahead.
From time to time Thorne looked back. He strode swiftly, almost carrying
Mercedes, who clung closely to him. She, too, looked back.
Once Gale saw her white face flash in the light of a street lamp.
He began to overhaul them; and soon, when the last lamp had been passed and
the street was dark, he ventured a whistle. Thorne heard it, for he turned,
whistled a low reply, and went on. Not
for some distance beyond, where the street ended in open country, did they
halt to wait. The desert began here. Gale felt the soft sand under his feet
and saw the grotesque forms of cactus. Then he came up with the fugitives.
"Dick! Are you--all right?" panted Thorne, grasping Gale.
"I'm--out of breath--but--O.K.," replied Gale.
"Good! Good!" choked Thorne. "I was scared--helpless....Dick, it worked
splendidly. We had no trouble. What on earth did you do?"
"I made the row, all right," said Dick.
"Good Heavens! It was like a row I once heard made by a mob. But the shots,
Dick--were they at you? They paralyzed me. Then the yells. what happened?
Those guards of Rojas ran round in front at the first shot. Tell me what
happened."
"While I was rushing Rojas a couple of cowboys shot out the lamplights.
A Mexican who pulled a knife on me got hurt, I guess. Then I think there was
some shooting from the rebels after the room was dark."
"Rushing Rojas?" queried Thorne, leaning close to Dick. His voice was
thrilling, exultant, deep with a joy that yet needed confirmation.
"What did you do to him?"
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"I handed him one off side, tackled, then tried a forward pass,"
replied Dick, lightly speaking the football vernacular so familiar to Thorne.
Thorne leaned closer, his fine face showing fierce and corded in the
starlight. "Tell me straight," he demanded, in thick voice.
Gale then divined something of the suffering Thorne had undergone
--something of the hot, wild, vengeful passion of a lover who must have brutal
truth.
It stilled Dick's lighter mood, and he was about to reply when
Mercedes pressed close to him, touched his hands, looked up into his face with
wonderful eyes. He thought he would not soon forget their beauty--the shadow
of pain that had been, the hope dawning
so fugitively.
"Dear lady," said Gale, with voice not wholly steady, "Rojas himself will
hound you no more to-night, nor for many nights."
She seemed to shake, to thrill, to rise with the intelligence.
She pressed his hand close over her heaving breast. Gale felt the quick throb
of her heart.
"Senor! Senor Dick!" she cried. Then her voice failed. But her hands flew
up; quick as a flash she raised her face--kissed him. Then she turned and
with a sob fell into Thorne's arms.
There ensued a silence broken only by Mercedes' sobbing. Gale walked some
paces away. If he were not stunned, he certainly was agitated. the strange,
sweet fire of that girl's lips remained with him. On the spur of the moment
he imagined he had a jealousy of Thorne. But presently this passed. It was
only that he had been deeply moved--stirred to the depths during the last
hour--had become conscious of the awakening of a spirit. What remained with
him now was the splendid glow of gladness that he had been of service to
Thorne. And by the intensity of Mercedes' abandon of relief and gratitude he
measured her agony of terror and the fate he had spared her.
"Dick, Dick, come here!" called Thorne softly. "Let's pull ourselves together
now. We've got a problem yet. What to do? Where to go?
How to get any place? We don't dare risk the station--the corrals where
Mexicans hire out horses. We're on good old U.S. ground this minute, but
we're not out of danger."
As he paused, evidently hoping for a suggestion from Gale, the silence was
broken by the clear, ringing peal of a bugle. Thorne gave a violent start.
Then he bent over, listening. The beautiful notes of the bugle floated out of
the darkness, clearer, sharper, faster.
"It's a call, Dick! It's a call!" he cried.
Gale had no answer to make. Mercedes stood as if stricken. The bugle call
ended. From a distance another faintly pealed. There were other sounds too
remote to recognize. Then scattering shots rattled out.
"Dick, the rebels are fighting somebody," burst out Thorne, excitedly. "The
little federal garrison still holds its stand.
Perhaps it is attacked again. Anyway, there's something doing over the line.
Maybe the crazy Greasers are firing on our camp. We've feared it--in the
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dark....And here I am, away without leave--practically a deserter!"
"Go back! Go back, before you're too late!" cried Mercedes.
"Better make tracks, Thorne," added Gale. "It can't help our predicament for
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