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Across the train of Lennon's thoughts fell a black shadow of suspicion. Was it possible that the girl had acted as a decoy to lure him into this ill-omened Dead Hole? She had previously brought in another man, who had in effect been murdered, after paying ransom. In his own case, the girl had herself suffered far too much during their flight from the Apaches for the pursuit to have been a sham.
But after Lennon's first look across the top of the embankment main force would have been required to drag him back. He had already guessed that Pete had stolen away down into the lower cañon, unknown to the Apaches. The only other explanation was that the Navaho had been posted as guard at the cross cliff.
The Americans rescued Lennon's body, and having strapped it over a pack mule, carried it away to the next camp, where it was buried with Christian services at the foot of an aspen tree. The Americans brought away twenty-four scalps. After the Bloody Tanks affair some of the men engaged in it came into the Pima villages, where I was in camp.
Yes, we're partners now for this deal at least whether it means life or death." As Lennon's clasp relaxed, the girl's tightened. She drew him toward the pony. "You've got to ride," she said. "You can't stand the pace. That poison is no joke. Don't want to hold me back, do you?" The question overcame Lennon's reluctance. The girl had refused to leave him, and she was right about the poison.
The party came to a group of small springs. Lennon's throat had been parched for the last two hours. He spurred his jaded pony forward to the mesquite bushes where the Navahos were unsaddling, and slipped off to dip his empty canteen in the largest spring. The guide muttered gutturally to Slade who was staring up narrow-eyed at the broken shoulder of Triple Butte.
Well, we can count on him for to-morrow. Maybe you had better let me hide your rifle." "Is that necessary?" Lennon's tone was more curt than he had intended. The girl entered the living room and went on through into a rear room. She did not come out again that evening, but sent word by Elsie that Farley was sick and needed nursing.
Rather more than a mile away a dozen or more riders were loping along the trail of the fugitives. The sights slid up on Lennon's rifle. He put the butt to his left shoulder and rested the barrel across a rock. The first bullet raised a puff of dust a little to the left of the Indians. The second must have shrieked close over their heads.
"And that clever friend of yours that you came with. I met him at dear Lady Lennon's last week. Has he written anything?" I explained to her that he had. "Tell me about it?" she said. "I get so little time for reading, and then I only care to read the books that help me," and she gave me a grateful look more eloquent than words.
Cochise rounds up the hosses and cattle when Slade tells him of a good chance, and the 'Paches rustle 'em and bring 'em into the Hole and make the brands over, and then they run 'em out Hell Cañon, and Slade sells 'em under his other name. Dad's share is for the feed and the use of the Hole." For the first time Lennon's suspicions of the Dead Hole partners were clarified and confirmed.
That would account for the seeming devotion and self-sacrifice by which she had saved him from the Gila monster poison, from death by thirst, and from Apache torture. The prejudice that had been first implanted in Lennon's mind by the repulsiveness of the girl's drunken father now prevented him from making any allowances for her difficult position.
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