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Updated: June 13, 2025
She had saved him from the horrible death of the Gila monster's poison and was now intent upon saving him from even worse fate at the hands of the murderous Apaches. He caught up her willing hand in an eager clasp. "Carmena! To have a girl like you for pal it's simply ripping!" "Pal?" she repeated the word after him, as if not quite certain of its meaning. "Oh, you mean pard.
Before many minutes they had built a little concave dam, in which the down-seeping water slowly but steadily collected. When at last they had quenched their thirst Lennon took his rifle and went to sit under a shady ledge where he could look out into the Basin. Carmena lingered at the spring to water the pony and fill the canteen.
Carmena put Elsie aside and rose to lay her hands on Lennon's shoulders. "Now I know for sure you love me," she said. "You love me enough to forget Dad as you knew him and to remember only that he was my father. You would shield his good name as you would shield your own. Yet I am the daughter of a rustler, of a moonshiner, of a drunken criminal." "No," denied Lennon.
We have no chance unless he splits with Cochise." "Why not persuade your father to slip out of the Hole with us start immediately? The Apaches have gone off. I'll engage to tie up Slade. We would have an all-night lead." "No," refused Carmena. "The Hole belongs to Dad. He will not leave it. Besides, there are at least three Apaches on watch in Hell Cañon."
Carmena held to the pace until he fell down, gasping for water and completely exhausted. The wonder was that he had been able to do so much after the terrible shock of the Gila monster poison. They had come into the midst of scattered mesquite trees, which offered a degree of cover. Carmena first tied up the pony, then opened the half gallon canteen for Lennon.
With much hemming and hawing, he then agreed that if the lost mine were rediscovered he would accept ten thousand dollars and rid Dead Hole of Cochise. "We might git up a company our own selves, Lennon, but we couldn't bring in any railroad to develop a copper mine," he repeated what Carmena had already remarked. "Take what you can git and be thankful, is my motto.
Lennon threw a rug over the pitiful form and hastened to drag three saddles and as many canteens out to the hoist. Carmena had crept back close to the body of Slade. She waved Lennon to hurry. He ran back for his rifle and the food. Elsie already had packed two pairs of saddlebags with flour, bacon, and dried meat, and was unlashing the broad stiff hair girth from another saddle.
He had no chance to urge the desirability of his plan. At his first rather loud-spoken remonstrance Carmena flung back at him a curt gesture for silence and led on at a quickened pace. Her swift ascent slackened only at the twists of the narrowing cañon; at these she would swing in close to the inner side of the bends and creep around, with her rifle half raised.
Carmena shook her head and pointed to Lennon. "Let him lead the way up unarmed," she suggested. The advantage of the plan was instantly grasped by the crafty Apache. At his command, two of his men cut loose Lennon's bonds and jerked him to his feet. "Wait, Carmena! Wait!" begged Lennon. "Think of Elsie!" But the girl had already signalled to those above.
"Yes, they're great on rounding up, and so far they have never committed any murders that can be proved against them," put in Carmena, with an ironical smile. "Just the same, it wasn't their fault they didn't get Jack. Do you wonder he won't have them in on this lost-lode deal? Either he plays a lone hand, or we run Cochise out of the country." "My offer is ten thousand in cash," said Lennon.
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