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Updated: May 5, 2025
I remembered the comments I had heard at the theatre about my husband's friendship with this woman. All my old doubts and misgivings which had been smothered by the very real admiration I had felt for Lillian Gale's many good qualities revived. What was the secret in the lives of these two? I felt that for my own peace of mind I must know.
Camp had been made early, at Gale's suggestion, instead of pushing on a few miles farther, as Lee had intended; and now, when the cool evening fell and the draught quickened, it became possible to lay off gloves and head-gear; so they sat about the fire, talking, smoking, and rubbing their tired feet.
"Yaqui no hurt much," replied the Indian, and then he spoke a strange word repeated it again and again. An instinct of Gale's, or perhaps some suggestion in the husky, thick whisper or dark face, told Gale to reach for his canteen. He lifted the Indian and gave him a drink, and if ever in all his life he saw gratitude in human eyes he saw it then.
Wykehamists, please note Mr. GALE'S article, and Lord SELBORNE'S introduction. The COOKE who presides in this particular kitchen serves up a capital dish every month and "quite English, you know." My faithful "Co." has been rather startled by a volume called The Decline and Fall of the British Empire, written by "Anonymous," and published by the Messrs.
Indeed, it was but a haggard ghost of the cavalryman. Thorne looked ill or wounded. Gale's greeting was also a question full of fear. Thorne's answer was a faint smile. He seemed ready to drop from the saddle. Gale helped Ladd hold Thorne upon the horse until they reached the house. Belding came out again. His welcome was checked as he saw the condition of the cavalryman.
Gale was not surprised. He had become used to the Indian's strange guardianship. But now, perhaps because of Gale's poignancy of thought, the contending tides of love and regret, the deep, burning premonition of deadly strife, he was moved to keener scrutiny of the Yaqui. That, of course, was futile. The Indian was impenetrable, silent, strange.
Dat's wort' five dollar." The Lieutenant wiped the liquor from his face. "Quick work, Doret," he said. "I owe you one." Gale's face was hidden as he bent over the prostrate man, fingering a long and ragged cut which laid the fellow's scalp open from back of the ear to the temple, but he mumbled something unintelligible. "Is he hurt badly?" "No, you chipped him too low," said the trader.
"No, Laddy, an' I can't figger how you could ever ask me." "Shore then leave me here with Yaqui an' a couple of the hosses. We can eat sheep meat. An' if the water holds out " "No!" interrupted Lash, violently. Ladd's eyes sought Gale's face. "Son, you ain't bull-headed like Jim. You'll see the sense of it. There's Nell a-waitin' back at Forlorn River. Think what it means to her!
Dick Gale's advent in Casita, his rescue of Mercedes, his life as a border ranger certainly lost no picturesque or daring or even noble detail in Belding's telling. He kept back nothing but the present doubt of Dick's safety. Dick's sister was the first of the three to recover herself. "Oh, father!" she cried; and there was a glorious light in her eyes.
"What a damned fool I've been!" "Your devil's magic saved you that time, but it won't stop this." The trader rose slowly with the knife in his hand. "You'll hang for this!" said the gambler, unsteadily, at which Gale's face blazed. "Ha!" exclaimed the trader, exultingly; "you can feel it in your guts already, eh?"
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