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orse is another。 Both of them are small； both are quick and smart。 I think we might； if we can make any sort of a way to； get the girl and those youngsters out of here。 Might even be a chance for us。〃
He studied the layout again。 If that slab toppled over； it would leave a steep slide of gravel and broken rock。 With a couple of husky men pulling and a horse scrambling； it might work。 With one horse on top and a rope around the pommel； we might get another out。
Battles got down into the crack and scraped some good footing for himself； and then put his shoulder against the slab。 Together we pushed； we strained。 Of a sudden she gave。 I slid lower to get a better purchase； and we tried it again。 She tilted a bit； then stuck。 Try as we might； we couldn't push that slab any further。
We backed off and studied the situation； and John J。 kept looking at that crack。 It was a whole lot wider than it had been； and slanted steeply down to the gravel slope below。
He looked at the crack； and then he looked at me again。 〃Shall we try it？〃 he asked。
Well； now。 It was almighty steep； but it was all we had。 I'd seen wild horses scramble up some steep slopes； but none as bad as this … but with a little help 。。。
We went back down into the hollow below where the others waited； and I took a long pull at a canteen。 When I looked up to where we'd been it fairly turned my stomach。 What we needed was a set of wings。
I saw that they had rigged a little shade for Rocca … a poncho over a couple of rocks； propped up with a stick。 I went over and squatted down beside him。 〃I'm hit pretty hard； amigo；〃he said。
〃You'll make it。〃
He looked up to the rock where I'd been。 〃What you got in mind？〃
〃That's the only way out for the two little horses； the girl and the youngsters。 That girl's got savvy。 Get them out of here； and she's a good bet to make the border。〃
〃I keep thinkin' of that ranch back yonder；〃 Rocca said； 〃of those trees； an' the grass。〃
〃It was quite a place。〃
〃If a man had to die； that would be the best he'd be likely to find。 I figure heaven must be like that。 Not that I'm likely to make it。〃 He looked at me。 〃When you going to try it？〃
〃It's ing on for evenin'。 I think we'll try then。〃
He closed his eyes。 〃Wish I could help。〃
Dorset came over and I laid it out for her。 We were going to try to get them out； and she was to light a shuck for the border； hiding out by day； riding in the evening or early morning。 But she already knew what she needed to do。
She didn't ask any foolish questions； either。 She knew what was likely to happen here； and she knew what we needed was a miracle。
〃When you get back；〃 I told her； 〃you might write a letter to Tyrel Sackett； up in Mora。 You tell him about it。 Tell him about Laura； too … how she sent me down here on a wild…goose chase。〃
〃I'll do that；〃 Dorset said quietly。 〃When it es to that； I may go to see her myself。〃
〃Leave her be。 She's poison。〃 It was no trouble for Dorset； Harry Brook； and the other youngsters to get to the top。 Children are good at scrambling in rough places； and they took it as a lark。 While Battles stood guard after； it was up to Spanish and me to get the horses up。
The little buckskin was quick and nimble。 She climbed the gravel slope with me leading on the bridle； and though she went to her knees once； she made it。 But when I looked up at that crack in the rock； I had my doubts。
Knowing the route； I went ahead； leading the buckskin。 Spanish came along behind； but when I climbed into the crack the mustang pulled back and just wasn't having any part of it。
Spanish； he was right behind her； and he took off his sombrero and hit her a lick across the behind。 She was almighty startled and gave a big jump； and before she knew what had happened she had her front feet on the crack and her hind feet scrambling for a grip on the slope。
Me； I tugged at the bridle。 Spanish hit her another lick with his hat and she scrambled into the crack。 There we held up for a mite； to catch our wind。
It was the cool of evening now； with the sky still pale blue in the far…off place where the sun had gone down； but overhead there were a few stars。 Sitting back there on a rock； holding the bridle； I took long； deep breaths of that cool air。
All of a sudden the mare decided she wasn't too almighty fortable standing spread out on the steep side of a hill； so of her own notion she scrambled a few steps higher； then stopped； and we let her be。 It was still a far piece to the top。
After we'd all caught our breath we started on； and it was a struggle。 But little by little we scrambled up until at last we got on top。 By that time it was full dark and we still had the other horse to bring up。
Battles was down there alone； or as good as。 Rocca was in no shape to lend a hand； and might be asleep。 The Apaches didn't attack at night as a rule； for they had the notion that if a man was killed in the darkness his soul would wander forever in darkness。 But if they did try ing up that slope in the dark； Battles could never hold them。
Leaving Dorset with the mare and the youngsters； Spanish and me made our way back into the basin。 By the time we reached the bottom we were so almighty tired we were staggering； and we just naturally caved in。 John J。 reported no movement as far as he knew of。 Rocca was sleeping。 He had lost a lot of blood； and we had no way of treating a wound。 Up on the mesa we might find one of the herbs the Indians used； but down here there was nothing。
Spanish worked a hollow for his hip in the sand and went to sleep。 After I took John J。's place； he did the same。
It was still； and overhead the stars were bright as they can only be in a desert sky。 A coolness came up from the barranca below； and I listened for any whisper of sound； struggling against my own weariness and the need for sleep。 But a few minutes of sleep might mean death for all of us。 Only my wariness stood guard； and the thought of them trusting me。
A long while later； Spanish came to me。 〃You better get a little sleep；〃 he said； 〃but if we're figuring on getting that horse up the mountain； it won't be much。〃
There was no need for me to move。 I just let go and closed my eyes； and when I woke up it was with a hand on my shoulder。
〃They're stirrin' around down there；〃 Spanish said； 〃and it's gettin' on toward dawn。〃
〃You two hold 'em；〃 I said； getting up。 〃I'll take that other horse up the mountain。〃
〃Alone？ It can't be done。〃
〃It's got to be；〃 I said。 〃The Apaches will figure it out if we wait。 Maybe they already have。〃
John J。 was on his feet； his gun belted on and his Winchester in his hand； a spare cartridge belt draped over his shoulder。
〃If it gets bad； pull back to Rocca here； and make a stand；〃 I said。 〃I'll get back as soon as I can。〃
He indicated the horses。 〃Do you think we could make a break for it？ Down the slope and right into them； shooting all the while？〃
It was a thought； and I said so； but I told him no； not yet。 Then I went and caught up the other mustang and headed for the slope。 Oddly enough； Dorset's horse took to it as if it was home country。 More than likely she could smell the other horse； and knew it had gone thi