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Apache's equal to a good deal better time, but I should hate to push him, when we were heading toward home. That would pay up for any amount of delay. Thus far I haven't found Leslie Manor as hospitable as our servant's quarters at Woodbine."
Lennon sprang up, certain that the Apache who had been wounded in the kiva was pursuing her. In her flurry she appeared to heed nothing until almost upon the body of Cochise. But one glance at the ghostly whites of the Apache's upturned eyes sent her shrinking backward, stricken to horrified silence. Her wild stare fixed first upon Carmena and then shifted to Lennon.
As they rode in silence Beverly glanced down at her khaki riding skirt and at Apache's mud-splashed body, and the next moment had stopped short, exclaiming: "Look at us, and I promised mother I wouldn't race!" "You did!" exclaimed the boys in duet. "I sure did," she repeated with a solemn nod. This was too much for her companions and the woodland bordering the road echoed to their shouts.
The Bronco house, men call it now, but Bruncknow was the man who built it and the new term is a corruption. Its ruins still stand on the side-hill a few miles from the dry wash, a rifle-shot or so from the spot where the two prospectors met their deaths. In those days it was a lonely outpost of the white man in the Apache's land.
I found that Santan, dead loaded with jealousy, sneaking after us in the dark to-night when I took Little Blue Flower for a stroll. I took him seriously, and told him exactly where he'd find me next time he was looking for me. That I'd stand him up against La Garita and make a sieve out of him," Beverly said, carelessly. "Beverly Clarenden, you are a fool to get that Apache's ill-will," I cried.
Travis had seen a slight movement in the fallen Apache's hand, the first indication that the enemy's shot had not been as fatal as it had looked. He touched Nolan's arm, pointed to Lupe; and then, discarding his bow and quiver beside the war leader, he stripped for action. There was cover down to the wounded Apache which would aid him.
There the Apache's strength deserted him again and he could only hunch over, his bent knees against his chest, trying to endure the throbbing misery in his head, the awful floating sensation which followed any movement. Fighting against that, he tried to remember just what had happened.
Alchise would have relieved him of his burden, willingly, but Kut-le would not listen to it. Molly trotted anxiously by the young Apache's side, constantly moistening the girl's lips with water. Rhoda was quite delirious now. She murmured and sometimes sobbed, trying to free herself from Kut-le's arms. "I'm not sick!" she said, looking up into the Indian's face with unseeing eyes.
It was the moment for which the lad had been waiting and he acted instantly. Slowly his weapon came down, and then it suddenly flashed in the Apache's face as the lad's hand pressed the trigger. A miss was impossible. Hal had made up his mind that he would trifle with his opponent no longer.
Doors, even if closed or bolted, which rarely happened, could be smashed in an instant matches would light their way. It would be all over in much less time than it takes to tell it, and it might well happen but for two things the Apache's dread of the dark and his fear of a possible hand-to-hand fight.
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