for this enterprise was to be furnished from thegold of
Ladd pursued a zigzag course southward across the desert, trotting down the aisles, cantering in wide, bare patches, walking through the clumps of cacti. The desert seemed all of a sameness to Dick--a wilderness of rocks and jagged growths hemmed in by lowering ranges, always looking close, yet never growing any nearer. The moon slanted back toward the west, losing its white radiance, and the gloom of the earlier evening began to creep into the washes and to darken under the mesas. By and by Ladd entered an arroyo, and here the travelers turned and twisted with the meanderings of a dry stream bed. At the head of a canyon they had to take once more to the rougher ground. Always it led down, always it grew rougher, more rolling, with wider bare spaces, always the black ranges loomed close.
Gale became chilled to the bone, and his clothes were damp and cold. His knees smarted from the wounds of the poisoned thorns, and his right hand was either swollen stiff or too numb to move. Moreover, he was tiring. The excitement, the long walk, the miles on miles of jolting trot--these had wearied him. Mercedes must be made of steel, he thought, to stand all that she had been subjected to and yet, when the stars were paling and dawn perhaps not far away, stay in the saddle.
So Dick Gale rode on, drowsier for each mile, and more and more giving the horse a choice of ground. Sometimes a prod from a murderous spine roused Dick. A grayness had blotted out the waning moon in the west and the clear, dark, starry sky overhead. Once when Gale, thinking to fight his weariness, raised his head, he saw that one of the horses in the lead was riderless. Ladd was carrying Mercedes. Dick marveled that her collapse had not come sooner. Another time, rousing himself again, he imagined they were now on a good hard road.
It seemed that hours passed, though he knew only little time had elapsed, when once more he threw off the spell of weariness. He heard a dog bark. Tall trees lined the open lane down which he was riding. Presently in the gray gloom he saw low, square houses with flat roofs. Ladd turned off to the left down another lane, gloomy between trees. Every few rods there was one of the squat houses. This lane opened into wider, lighter space. The cold air bore a sweet perfume--whether of flowers or fruit Dick could not tell. Ladd rode on for perhaps a quarter of a mile, though it seemed interminably long to Dick. A grove of trees loomed dark in the gray morning. Ladd entered it and was lost in the shade. Dick rode on among trees. Presently he heard voices, and soon another house, low and flat like the others, but so long he could not see the farther end, stood up blacker than the trees. As he dismounted, cramped and sore, he could scarcely stand. Lash came alongside. He spoke, and some one with a big, hearty voice replied to him. Then it seemed to Dick that he was led into blackness like pitch, where, presently, he felt blankets thrown on him and then his drowsy faculties faded.
When Dick opened his eyes a flood of golden sunshine streamed in at the open window under which he lay. His first thought was one of blank wonder as to where in the world he happened to be. The room was large, square, adobe-walled. It was littered with saddles, harness, blankets. Upon the floor was a bed spread out upon a tarpaulin. Probably this was where some one had slept. The sight of huge dusty spurs, a gun belt with sheath and gun, and a pair of leather chaps bristling with broken cactus thorns recalled to Dick the cowboys, the ride, Mercedes, and the whole strange adventure that had brought him there.
He did not recollect having removed his boots; indeed, upon second thought, he knew he had not done so. But there they stood upon the floor. Ladd and Lash must have taken them off when he was so exhausted and sleepy that he could not tell what was happening. He felt a dead weight of complete lassitude, and he did not want to move. A sudden pain in his hand caused him to hold it up. It was black and blue, swollen to almost twice its normal size, and stiff as a board. The knuckles were skinned and crusted with dry blood. Dick soliloquized that it was the worst-looking hand he had seen since football days, and that it would inconvenience him for some time.
A warm, dry, fragrant breeze came through the window. Dick caught again the sweet smell of flowers or fruit. He heard the fluttering of leaves, the murmur of running water, the twittering of birds, then the sound of approaching footsteps and voices. The door at the far end of the room was open. Through it he saw poles of peeled wood upholding a porch roof, a bench, rose bushes in bloom, grass, and beyond these bright-green foliage of trees.
"He shore was sleepin' when I looked in an hour ago," said a voice that Kick recognized as Ladd's.
- to have a good idea of time, was employed to strike the
- his presence he had leaped to the man's side and dealt
- these could he ever hope to hold the Princess Emma in his
- He loved Emma von der Tann and he hated Barney Custer—hated
- fit, often wandering along in the great flower garden that
- the wood. Behind them came the sound of pursuit. They heard
- that he had been permitted to pass through the first they
- The girl sprang to her horse's side just as the man reached
- big farm, evidently finding in the society of this rougher
- Barney turned into the wood smiling. His scheme had worked
- girl. He had always supposed that a princess was so carefully
- the new credentials that he had no doubt Prince von der
- in which they are here mentioned, expressing their respective
- The officer stepped toward the road as though to halt him.
- was a sharp report, and one of the troopers fell. Then
- Somewhere along the road there would be an opportunity
- composed. When we reached Lemuy we had much difficulty
- and fired, so quickly that the man with the already leveled
- you might be he. He has been at Blentz and I knew that
- Gently she laid her hand upon his where it gripped the
- their terrible ordeals in the untracked jungle to the south;
- Barney would be given ample time to find his way to Tann.
- but to his surprise he found the little building deserted,
- the saddle. At the same instant Barney recognized the girl—it
- and the girl's mind was in such a turmoil that she had
- it was just as well to be on the safe side—they were
- a hole in the left-hand front fender that had not been
- Barney Custer still held her hand in his. Now he pressed
- Max gaining upon her, now, at every stride. There was a
- She struck at him with her whip, lashing him across the
- had good cause to remember him as the governor of the castle
- an opportunity to see the Princess Emma once again—it
- reason to believe her dead, and that it was because of
- shirt and trousers hanging upon the line overnight, had
- had gone but a short distance when they heard the sound
- had already partially relaxed their vigilance. The officer
- might have noticed the reduced numbers of his following.
- of several windows—the only sign of life about the premises
- If it can go forty we are safe enough, replied Barney;
- military appeared to fill him with apprehension. He was
- fowls, sheep, goats, pigs, horses, and cattle; the order
- out a flood of light in which the figure of a man was silhouetted.
- Somewhere along the road there would be an opportunity
- still near Blentz. Before the men reached their hiding
- him sped the yellow figure, and right to the end. The seemingly
- Before either the trooper or the princess were aware of
- his sinister intention; they might have hit your highness.
- me to Blentz you will have to take me by force, and if
- barter. Money was scarcely worth anything, but their eagerness
- Now he was barged as a Luthanian peasant. He was hatless,