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The cattleman ignored his manner. "Then I'll give you a piece of advice gratis. Papago County has grown away from the old days. It has got past the two-gun man. He's gone to join the antelope and the painted Indian. You'll do well to remember that." The fellow leaned forward, sneering so that his ugly mouth looked like a crooked gash. "How about the one-gun man, Mr. Sheriff?"

They were toiling up the rough lava on foot. They were heavily armed. Spurs, chaps, jackets, scarfs were not in evidence. Gale saw the lean, swarthy faces, the black, straggly hair, the ragged, soiled garments which had once been white. "They're almost up now," Gale was saying. "There! They halt on top. I see Rojas. He looks wild. By ! fellows, an Indian!... It's a Papago.

To the right stretched the road toward Papago Well and the Sonoyta Oasis. The trail of the raiders took a southeasterly course over untrodden desert. The Yaqui spoke in his own tongue, then in Spanish. "Think he means slow march," said Belding. "Laddy, from the looks of that trail the Greasers are having trouble with the horses." "Tom, shore a boy could see that," replied Laddy.

"Ugh!" said a tall blonde, who displayed more bracelets, bangles, chains and charms both natural and manufactured than any blanketed squaw in the party of natives, "I suppose if we ever see you again you'll be the color of that thing there." She pointed to a smoky, copper-colored Papago in a green head-cloth and decorated shirt, who posed in a watchful attitude near his thrifty help-meet.

He laughed a cold, cutting, deadly laugh significant and terrible. Then the Yaqui uttered a singular cry. Gale had heard this once before, and now he remembered it was at the Papago Well. "Look at the Indian," whispered Belding, hoarsely. "Damn if I don't believe he understood every word Mercedes said.

Several untrimmed poles upheld a roof of brush, which was partly fallen in. This house was a Papago Indian habitation, and a month before had been occupied by a family that had been murdered or driven off by a roving band of outlaws. A rude corral showed dimly in the edge of firelight, and from a black mass within came the snort and stamp and whinney of horses.

As Gale accepted a strange and fatalistic foreshadowing of toil, blood, and agony in this desert journey, so he believed in Mercedes's ultimate freedom and happiness, and his own return to the girl who had grown dearer than life. A cold, gray dawn was fleeing before a rosy sun when Yaqui halted the march at Papago Well. The horses were taken to water, then led down the arroyo into the grass.

Let's have the indictment." "If everybody in Papago County had told me I wouldn't have believed it," she cried. "I had to see it with my own eyes before I could have been convinced." "Yes, well what is it you saw with your eyes?" "You needn't keep it up. I tell you I saw it all from the time you fired the shot." He laughed easily, but without mirth. "Kept tab on me, did you?"