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She would suspect that he had abandoned her; she would be massacred by the Apaches; she would starve in the desert, etc. Glover made no reply. His whole being was engaged in the struggle of evading immediate death. One more glance, one moment of manly, soldierly reflection, enabled Thurstane to comprehend the fate which was upon him, and to bow to it with resignation.
It was one of the questions which arise out of great abysses from men who in their hopelessness still long for heaven. No prisoner at the bar, faintly trusting that in the eyes of his judge he might find mercy, could be more anxious than was Thurstane at that moment. The lover who does not yet know that he will be loved is a figure of tragedy.
There was so much meaning obvious in these last words that Clara's face colored like a sunset. "I thought soldiers never indulged in such feelings," continued the unmollified Aunt Maria. "Soldiers are but men," observed Thurstane, flushing through his sunburn. "And men are weak creatures." Thurstane grew still redder.
Clara, a much better sailor, and indeed an uncommonly good one, was so far beaten by the motion that she did not get up, but lay as quiet as the brig would let her, patiently awaiting results, now and then smiling at Garcia's shouts, but more frequently thinking of Thurstane, and sometimes praying that she might find him alive at Fort Yuma.
The borderer now spurred after Thurstane, who had got a dozen rods the lead of him. Coronado rapidly examined his saddle-bags and then his pockets without finding the cord or strap which he needed. He swore a little at this, but not with any poignant emotion, for in the first place fighting was not a thing that he yearned for, and in the second place he hardly anticipated a combat.
Her whole soul was concentrated in justifying, loving, and saving Thurstane; and her manner, instead of being serenely and almost lazily gentle, was unpleasantly excited. It was as if some charming alluvial valley should suddenly give forth the steam and lava of a volcano. Finding no sympathy in Aunt Maria, and having little confidence in the good-will of Coronado, she looked about her for help.
"Wal, God bless 'em, 'n' God bless the hull army!" said Glover, so gratified that he felt pious. "An' now, good-by. Got to be movin'." "Stay over night with us," urged Thurstane. "Stay a week. Stay as long as you will." "Do," begged Clara. "You can go geologizing with my husband. You can start Sweeny on his farm." "Och, he's a thousin' times welkim," put in Sweeny, "though I'm afeard av him.
"That is just what we must try to do," returned Thurstane deliberately. "The question is," he resumed after a moment of business-like calculation of chances "the question is mainly this, whether we can go twenty-five miles quicker than they can go thirty-five. We must be the first to reach the river." "We can spare a few beasts," said Coronado. "We must leave the weakest behind."
"I wish I was on an iceberg," said Glover in his despair. "An' I wish I was in Oirland," added Sweeny. "But if the divil himself was to want to desart here, he couldn't." Thurstane believed that he had seen Clara for the last time, even should she escape her own perils.
Texas Smith immediately consoled himself for his disappointment as to Thurstane by shooting two of these wretches before his hand could be stayed. "They're nothin' but Injuns," he said, with a savage glare, when the Lieutenant struck aside his revolver and called him a murdering brute. The third skulker took advantage of the cessation of firing to tumble down from his perch and fly for his life.
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