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They would conspire to throw her into his power. Rojas can turn all the hidden underground influences to his ends. Unless I thwart him he'll get Mercedes as easily as he can light a cigarette. But I'll kill him or some of his gang or her before I let him get her.... This is the situation, old friend. I've little time to spare. I face arrest for desertion. Rojas is in town.
The mighty hollow of the desert below seemed wide strip of red wide strip of green wide strip of gray streaking to purple peaks. It was all too vast, too mighty to grasp any little details. He thought, of course, of Rojas in certain pursuit; but it seemed absurded to look for him. Yaqui led on, and Gale often glanced up from his task to watch the Indian.
Considering the thickness of his heavy glove, Gale was of the opinion that so to bruise his hand he must have struck Rojas a powerful blow. He remembered that for him to give or take a blow had been nothing. This blow to Rojas, however, had been a different matter.
With a cry Gale slung the bleeding Rojas from him. The bandit struck a table, toppled over it, fell, and lay prone. Another shot made the room full of moving shadows, with light only back of the bar. A white-clad figure rushed at Gale. He tripped the man, but had to kick hard to disengage himself from grasping hands. Another figure closed in on Gale. This one was dark, swift.
"I reckon I ain't injured much," replied Him. "But my leg hurts like hell, if you want to know." "Laddy! Oh, where's Laddy?" "He's just across the crack there. I was trying to get to him. We had it hot an' heavy down here. Laddy was pretty bad shot up before he tried to head Rojas off the trail.... Dick, did you see the Yaqui go after Rojas?" "Did I!" exclaimed Gale, grimly.
The retreating bandit seemed to run full into an invisible obstacle, then fell lax, inert, lifeless. Rojas sped on unmindful of the spurts of dust about him. Yaqui, high above Ladd, was also firing at the bandit. Then both rifles were emptied. Rojas turned at a high break in the trail. He shook a defiant hand, and his exulting yell pealed faintly to Gale's ears.
Six of the native officers had approached as the lieutenant was speaking and saluted Clay gravely. "We have followed your instructions," one of them said, "and the regiments are ready to march with the prisoners. Have you any further orders for us can we deliver any messages to General Rojas?" "Present my congratulations to General Rojas, and best wishes," said Clay.
"The waterholes are full now. There's grass, an' we can do the job in six days." "It's three hundred miles to Yuma." "Beldin', Jim's idea hits me pretty reasonable," interposed Ladd. "Lord knows that's about the only chance we've got except fightin'." "But suppose we do stave Rojas off, and you get safely away with Mercedes. Isn't Rojas going to find it out quick?
"Oh, I would police the Palace grounds, if I were you, and picket that street at the right, where there are so many wine shops, and preserve order generally until Rojas gets here. He won't be more than an hour, now. We shall be coming over to pay our respects to your captain to-morrow. Glad to have met you." "Well, I'm glad to have met you," answered the officer, heartily. "Hold on a minute.
With this hope, both of them with the best ships and crews of the fleet, set sail together for Manila with the utmost speed. Licentiate Pedro de Rojas, anxious about this provision, which the governor would leave among his papers and drawers deposited in the monastery of St.
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