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"If the boys aren't loco, I sure can," declared Pan positively. "I can vouch for numbers myself," replied Smith. "An' I've not a doubt in the world but that there valley's not yet hunted. But to ketch the darned scooters, that's the hell of it! Pan, even a thousand head would give me a new start somewhere." "It's as good as done. Before the snow flies we will be on the way south to Siccane."
Pan had to half lift Blake upon the horse. He felt of the stirrups. "They're all right... The road is that way, about fifty yards. Turn to the left and ride. Remember, Siccane." Blake rode away into the darkness without a word. Pan watched and listened. Presently he heard the hard clip-clop of hoofs on the road, making to the left. "Good! He'll ride past where Lucy's sleeping.
I'll hold up this guard Hurd get you out some way or other. You're to ride away. Take the road south. There are other mining camps. You'll not be followed. Make for Siccane, Arizona." "Siccane, Arizona," echoed Blake, as a man in a dream of freedom. "Yes, Siccane. Don't forget it. Stay there till we all come." Pan straightened up, with deep expulsion of breath, and tingling nerves.
It was wild country. Marco was distant forty miles up the sweeping ridges far behind gone into the past. As the wagons rolled one by one up to the camping place. Pan observed that Blinky, the last to arrive, had a companion on the driver's seat beside him. Pan waved a glad hand. It was Louise who waved in return. Wind and sun had warmed the pallor out of her face. Four days on the way to Siccane!
Pan's father was the first to get up, but already the sun was before him. Pan saw him limp around, and leave the pasture to return with an armful of fire wood. "Pile out!" he yelled. "It's Siccane, Arizona, or bust!" One by one the boys rolled from their beds. Pan was the only one who had to pull on his boots. Somebody found soap and towel, which they fought over.
The golden-walled mesas stood up, black fringed against the blue. In the bold notches burned the red of autumn foliage. Valleys spread between the tablelands. There was room for a hundred homesteads. Pan's keen eye sighted only a few and they were farther on, green squares in the gray. Down toward Siccane cattle made tiny specks on the vast expanse.
An' I reckon I'd like a job with you, far as Siccane anyway." "You've got it, and after we reach Siccane, too, if you want one," replied Pan quickly. The deal was settled to the satisfaction of all concerned. "How aboot our pack hosses?" asked Blinky. "Course Charley will have to take his, but will we need ours? I mean will we have to pack them from heah?"
You've killed her soul and mine. So why shouldn't I kill you? ... Well, there isn't any reason except that away from Hardman's influence you might brace up. I'll take the chance. You're done in Marco. Jard Hardman is dead and Dick's chances of seeing the sun rise are damn thin.... Now you rustle out that door and out of Marco. When you make a man of yourself come to Siccane, Arizona."
He would tell her about the great good fortune that had befallen him; and about the beautiful mare, Little Bay, he had captured for her; and now they could talk and plan endlessly, all the way down to Siccane. When would Lucy marry him? That was a staggering question. His heart swelled to bursting. Had he the courage to ask her at once?
It was sure great. If only Jim does his part!" "You doubt that, Dad?" "Shore do. But I'll tell you, Pan. If we could be with Jim all the time we could pull him up." "Let's hope he's far on the way to Siccane by now.... Does Lucy know? I hope you didn't tell her about my meeting with Hardman and Matthews?" "I didn't. But Bill shore did," replied his father. "Reckon I would have squealed, though.
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