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〃The man you have tied is my friend。 We have e far together; and we have fought well together。 He is a good man in the desert or in the mountains。〃
My sudden appearance had startled them; and they were unsure。 Was I alone? I saw their eyes go to the rocks around their camp。
They could not believe I would ride into their camp alone。 There was brush along both sides of the stream from where I had e; and the hills at this point were lower and covered with boulders。
They were all in front of me now; and I dared not ride among them。 Taking my time; and lifting one hand to hold them as they were; I then lifted my rifle and pointed it at Spanish; then lowered the muzzle a trifle and fired。
My bullet cut the rope where it passed around the tree to which Spanish was tied。 He tugged; the rope loosened; and he tugged again。
Suddenly one of the Apaches moved。 〃Kill him!〃 he shrieked。
And I shot the man with the bow; then spurred the black and he leaped among them。 I fired again; missed; and swung the stock of my rifle against an Apache skull。 My horse went through them; turned swiftly; and started back。
A shot came from the rocks; then another。 Spanish was loose and running toward the Apache horses。
A lean; fierce…looking Indian started for him and I held my sight an instant on his spine; then squeezed off the shot。 The Apache kept running straight into a large boulder; hit it and seemed to rebound; then fell。
One Apache warrior made a running dive and sprang at me; grasping my saddle and swinging up to my horse; striving to get behind me。
I struck out savagely; guiding my horse with my knees; and for an instant we fought desperately。 But I had both feet in my stirrups and a better purchase than he; so I threw him loose。
Spanish came charging from the horses; riding his own mount; and we went into the stream…bed side by side at a dead run; while the Apaches vanished into the rocks; shooting at the surrounding hills。
As we hit the sand of the stream…bed there was a rattle of rocks and; swinging around ready to fire; we saw Tampico Rocca and Battles riding neck and neck down the slope in a cascade of gravel。
We raced our horses for half a mile; then slowed to save them; and almost at once saw a fairly wide trail run off to the north from the stream。 We took it; and crossed over a low hill into what must have been another part of the same stream…bed。
Then we held our horses to a good steady pace; keeping a sharp lookout behind。 Nobody was talking。 Me; I was watching the trail for some sign of Dorset and the boy; but we saw no tracks。 We were riding in the lower foothills of the Sierra Madre now; and while the ridges were covered with pines; the lower slopes were a lush growth of maple; juniper; oak; and willow; with a thick underbrush of rose and hackberry。 Small streams were frequent
Somehow; more by chance than by skill; we had thrown them off our trail; but we knew better than to think it meant anything more than a breather。 Surprise had worked for us; but the Apaches would find our trail; and they would catch up。
We lifted our horses into a trot; frequently glancing back over our shoulders; yet always watching the ridges around。 We were now traversing a broken but relatively open country with trees along the streams or growing here and there in small clumps。 After the heavy rains our passage raised no dust; and the hoofs of our horses made little sound in the grass。
Twice we forded streams; three times we rode upstream or downstream in the water to lose whatever trail we might leave。
Once in the shade of great arching trees; while giving our horses a breather and a chance to drink at a small stream; I told them about Dorset Binny and the boy。 〃If anything happens to me;〃 I said; 〃find them and get them out of here。〃
The other youngsters had been riding quiet; scared and hungry; no doubt。 Had it been us alone we'd never have chanced stopping to fix grub; but the children needed it; and we found ourselves a likely spot。 While Rocca stood watch and Spanish fixed some food; Battles and me turned in under a tree for some sleep。 It seemed like years since I'd caught more than a few catnaps。
When I woke up my mouth was dry; and I sat up; staring around; just taking stock。 It was almighty quiet; a beautiful quiet such as you only find in the forest。 Far off; we could hear the stir of wind in the pines; a wonderful sound。 Closer to; there was only the murmur of water around the stones of the creek; and a faint chirping of birds。 It was a natural; friendly quiet
Tampico Rocca and Spanish came over to me。 Battles was on lookout; perched up among the rocks where he could keep out of sight and still look the country over。 The youngsters were sleeping。
〃Got any idea where we are?〃 I asked Rocca。
〃I been thinking on it。〃 With his finger he drew a wavy line in the sand。 〃This here is the Bavispe;〃 he said; and he pointed west。 〃She lies right yonder。 If we cross the river there's some ranches。 I wouldn't count on there being folks about; but it could be。 Mostly the Apaches have wiped 'em put; burned 'em out; or stole them out。 But it would be a good place to stop。 There'll be old walls; water; and grass。
〃Next we head for the Santa Margaritas 。。。 I know an old mining camp where we can hole up。 Then we can head for Chinapa; on the Sonora River。〃
〃Sounds good。〃
Spanish was chewing on a blade of grass。 〃Fact remains;〃 he said; 〃that we didn't get what we e for。 We didn't find your nephew。〃
Rocca was looking at me; watching me。 〃The little ones;〃 he said; 〃they know nothing of such a boy 。。。 and they would know if the Indians had him。〃
〃I put no faith in women;〃 Spanish said; 〃meanin' no offense; but did you ever 。。。 I mean; you and your sister…in…law 。。。 〃
I looked right at him。 〃I'll take no offense; Spanish…you've stood by me。 I never saw her before we met in Tucson。 I haven't seen my brother in some time 。。。 never did talk to him about his affairs。 Little time we had together we mostly talked about the old days and what bee of folks we knew。〃 I looked around at them。 〃I ain't been home much。 I've been drifting。〃
Nobody said anything for a while; and then Battles; who had e out of the brush; said; 〃I figure you've been lied to; Sackett。〃
〃It don't make sense。〃
〃Any reason she'd want you dead? You got to realize 。。。 not many e back from here。 We ain't even sure we're gettin' back。〃
〃The children never heard of any other boy;〃 Rocca repeated; 〃and they'd know。 And; Harry Brook would。 He speaks the language pretty good; and there's talk around the Indian villages。〃
Well; there was no use studying on it now。 We had miles to travel。 I said as much and we saddled up and moved down the creek。
Rocca rode with his head over his shoulder。 I mean he was a worried man。 When you see Apaches you're worried; but when you don't see them you're maybe really in trouble。 They could be all around you。
When the shadows were beginning to reach out from the hills we came up to a ranch; four tired men with some tired children。 As we neared it we spread out and I rode with my Winchester up in my hands; my eyes moving under the low brim of my hat; searching each shadow; each