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The bandit now seemed mad to win the delayed death. When he broke free he was a white patched object no longer human, a ball of choya burrs, and he slipped off the bank to shoot down and down into the purple depths of the crater. THE first of March saw the federal occupation of the garrison at Casita.
The color came and went in her cheeks, and sometimes, when he told her to write so and so, there was a demure smile on her lips. She was laughing at him. And Belding was talking over the risks involved in a trip to Casita. "Shore I'll ride in with the letters," Ladd said. "No you won't," replied Belding. "That bandit outfit will be laying for you."
"What think you, Don Frank!" he cried, in the universal tone of the conspirator. "I have to-night shaved la barba what you call the 'weeskers' of the Presidente himself, of this countree! Consider! He sent for me to come. In the poor casita of an old woman he awaited me in a verree leetle house in a dark place. Carramba! el Senor Presidente to make himself thus secret and obscured!
When Belding and Gale hurried forth again the rangers were tending the tired horses. Upon returning to the house Jim Lash calmly lit his pipe, and Ladd declared that, hungry as he was, he had to tell his story. "Shore, Beldin'," began Ladd, "that was funny about Diablo catchin' Blanco Sol. Funny ain't the word. I nearly laughed myself to death. Well, I rode in Sol's tracks all the way to Casita.
But he could not reconcile himself to misfortune for Gale. Moreover, Belding had other worry and strain. April arrived with no news of the rangers. From Casita came vague reports of raiders in the Sonoyta country reports impossible to verify until his Mexican rangers returned.
It was a waste of strength, a needless risk for you to save him, pack him back here. But, damn the whole Greaser outfit generally, I'm glad you did!" Gale remembered then to speak of his concern for Ladd. "Laddy didn't go out to meet you," replied Belding. "I knew you were due in any day, and, as there's been trouble between here and Casita, I sent him that way.
Two leagues off it the peasant pointed out the ridge that hid his casita and his animalitos and his good wife with her broken arm now and regretting that I would not accept his poor hospitality, for I must be tired, he rode away down a little barranca walled by tall bushes with brilliant masses of purple, red, and pink flowers and so on up to the little patch of corn which yes, surely, I could see a corner of it from here, and from it, if only I would come, I should see the broad blue view of Chapala lake, and My road descended and went down into the night, plentifully scattered with loose stones.
In the street Heart's Desire waited patiently, gazing at the darkened house, at the shaded door. Half an hour passed, an hour. Dan Anderson, without speech to any one, walked slowly up the street and across the arroyo. The light in his own casita flickered briefly and then vanished.
He thinks he's careful about them hosses, but he ain't." "Look a-here, Laddy; you cain't believe all you hear," replied Jim, seriously. "I reckon we mightn't have any trouble." "Back up, Jim. Shore you're standin' on your bridle. I ain't goin' much on reports. Remember that American we met in Casita, the prospector who'd just gotten out of Sonora? He had some story, he had.
"I fear it's too late now. I should have done that last night. You see, we're over the line " "Are we in Mexican territory now?" queried Gale, sharply. "I guess yes, old boy. That's what complicates it. Rojas and his rebels have Casita in their hands. But Rojas without his rebels would be able to stop me, get the girl, and make for his mountain haunts.
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