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No less clear, now, was the subtle manner in which she had both spurred his daring with her derision and appealed to his chivalry for protection against the murderous bronchos. All the time Cochise and his band were over in the Basin, waiting for her to lure a victim within their power. On this point was it not probable that Elsie was mistaken?
But the bleak gray light of dawn brought sober reflections. What interest could he have in the young girl other than to help her escape from the savage Cochise? She was a waif, of unknown parentage. Mentally she was little more than a child, and all her conscious experience had been confined to the environment of this crude desert valley. Lennon came out to breakfast with scant appetite.
This ranch is private property and " "All right, Dad. That lets you out with Slade and Cochise," interrupted Carmena. "We'll all bear witness. Come in now. We're both half dead for want of food and sleep. Those devils ran us clear across the Basin." Lennon glanced at his rifle. "How about the two below?" "We might send down a pie to them," suggested the timid Elsie.
I'll try to find Elsie for you. I think I know where she's hidden." Lennon stared, more than ever filled with horror of her treachery. "You you!" he grasped. "That child give her, to save that scoundrel?" "And ourselves," added Carmena, her lips curved in a cajoling smile at Cochise. "When I've found her and the tizwin we'll be friends. Won't we, Cochise?" "Sure.
Carmena looked at it, nodded understandingly, and hastened out, with a significant glance for Lennon. He was not altogether reassured. After a few moments he followed her along the front row of the cliff house rooms. He was close enough to hear the talk that followed when she joined Cochise and Slade at the padlocked door.
"Tom, something awful has happened," and she burst into the story. "Didn't the heathen go back to help?" "I guess he tried to, but Cochise got scared and wouldn't go. What do you suppose it is ?" "Gosh, I dunno! Don't sound like Pachuca; he wouldn't come back a second time. Sure looks bad." "And the feller says Mrs. Conrad's there. What's he mean by that, do you think?" "Who's she?" "Mr.
For even the passengers went well armed in those days and were entirely willing to make a hard fight of it before they knuckled under; as witness the encounter at Stein's Pass, where old Cochise and Mangus Colorado got the stage cornered on a bare hilltop with six passengers aboard one afternoon.
The brick red of the trader's big face purpled and the hand that gripped the revolver shook with the excess of his rage as he jammed the weapon back into its holster. "Wait," he said. "We'll see what Cochise can do to make you behave." Fresh horses were saddled, and Lennon was tied on as before. His last hope of escape went glimmering.
He doubted if even that endless sea of men could have won the Arizona desert defended by Apaches under Cochise, Victorio, or Magnus Colorado. The white man had done it by superior arms and attrition; but bow against bow, knife against sword, craft and cunning against craft and cunning he did not think so....
For Dad's sake, I was ready to lead you to almost certain death from Cochise and his bunch. But after that Gila monster I loved you I put you above all else except Blossom's safety and Dad's good name." Lennon glowed back at her, proud that he had won the love of such a woman, yet humble over the consciousness of how he had misjudged her. "You had no thought for yourself," he said.
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