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He could have done it, if he hadn't gone to the bad. But it won't be easy. I tried to get Holderness. He was wise, and his men politely said they had enjoyed my call, but I wasn't to come again." "One man to kill Holderness!" repeated Hare. August Naab cast at the speaker one of his far-seeing glances; then he shook himself, as if to throw off the grip of something hard and inevitable.
"Cole and his men were in a hurry to make White Sage to-night. They were travelling light; I've heavy wagons." "Naab, I reckon you shore wouldn't tell a lie?" "I have never lied." "Heerd of a young feller thet was in Lund pale chap lunger, we'd call him back West?" "I heard that he had been mistaken for a spy at Lund and had fled toward Bane." "Hadn't seen nothin' of him this side of Lund?" "No."
"The current helps when she's high, and there's a three-foot raise on now." "I can't believe it possible. What danger they must run those little mustangs!" exclaimed Hare. "Danger? Yes, I suppose so," replied Naab, as if it were a new idea. "My lad, the Mormons crossed here by the hundreds. Many were drowned. This trail and crossing were unknown except to Indians before the Mormon exodus."
Mescal had fallen into the hands of Snap Naab. But Mescal was surely alive and Snap was there to be killed; his long career of unrestrained cruelty was in its last day something told Hare that this thing must and should be.
Even the Navajos shun it after dark. We'll be home soon. There's my sign. See? Night or day we call it the Blue Star." High in the black cliff a star-shaped, wind-worn hole let the blue sky through. There was cheer in Naab's "Getup," now, and the horses quickened with it. Their iron-shod hoofs struck fire from the rosy road. "Easy, easy soho!" cried Naab to his steeds.
When he had pulled on his boots and coat, and had washed himself in the runway of the spring, his hands were so numb with cold they refused to hold his comb and brush; and he presented himself at the roaring fire half-frozen, dishevelled, trembling, but cheerful. He would not tell Naab.
Hare dropped wearily into the chair on the porch; and presently fell into a doze, from which he awakened with a start. Naab's sons, with Martin Cole and several other men, were standing in the yard. Naab himself was gently crowding the women into the house. When he got them all inside he closed the door and turned to Cole. "Was it a fair fight?" "Yes, an even break. They met in front of Abe's.
Naab returned to the fire, his shadow looming in gigantic proportions on the white canopy of a covered wagon. Fitful gusts of wind fretted the blaze; it roared and crackled and sputtered, now illuminating the still forms, then enveloping them in fantastic obscurity. Hare shivered, perhaps from the cold air, perhaps from growing dread.
He pushed Dene down the path into the arms of his companions. "Out with you!" said Dave Naab. "Hurry! Get your horse. Hurry! I'm not so particular about God as Dad is!" AFTER the departure of Dene and his comrades Naab decided to leave White Sage at nightfall.
He would sink under it. Keep the secret. Paul will be a man again. I know. I see. For, Mormons, August Naab has the gift of revelation!" SUMMER gleams of golden sunshine swam under the glistening red walls of the oasis. Shadows from white clouds, like sails on a deep-blue sea, darkened the broad fields of alfalfa.
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