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。 Was it a sign of recovery？
He had begun a systematic study of the country。 Knowing desert lands； he could sort out the canyons and ridges and make sense of a sort。 Even canyons have a pattern。。。 the thought of attempting that trail up the cliff face at night made him sick to the stomach but by day they would be an open target； pinned to the cliffs face。
What of Maria Cristina？ So lonely； so sullen； so remote？ She was proud 。。。 it showed in every line of her body； every move。 Her clothes might be shabby but her manner was that of a queen。
Yet he had no right to think of her。 He must think only of getting away for his every minute。 Here was a danger to them all。 He moved suddenly and the movement brought a gasp of pain that doubled him over。 He sank to his knees； fighting for breath。 If one unexpected movement could do that to him escape was impossible。
He crept back to his blankets and slept and then a long time later he awakened with a start。 His hand dropped over the butt of his gun 。。。 what had awakened him？ No ordinary sound in the night would have done it； his subconscious was too familiar with such sounds。 It would have to be some other sound； something that did not belong to the quiet symphony of the night。
Wind stirred； a faint breeze。 The night was wide； white and still。 The pinnacles gave birth to long shadows 。。。 he had been mistaken then。 It had been imagination or fever。 Yet he stood a moment longer。 The air he drew into his lungs was fresh and cool as mountain water and the stars hung like lanterns in the sky。 He knew the feelings； the smells。 He knew the long hours of heat； the moving cloud shadows； the thousand canyons with their thousand untold stories。 He knew the tumbledown pueblos and the Tivas and the mysterious trails left by the Old Ones and marked by their rock piles 。。。 there were rock piles beside the trails in Tibet； he had heard 。。。 his side was itching tonight。 Maybe the flesh was beginning to heal。
He turned back； then stopped abruptly。 He heard a faint sound； something moving down below in the canyon。 He listened 。。。 the bright moonlit stillness brought tiny sounds to his ears。 Barely audible。 Something 。 。 。 somebody was moving down below。
Breathless； he held himself； aware that somebody or something could hear also。 And might already have heard him。
Had he made a sound in his delirium？ He did not believe so； for a man's subconscious remains on guard always。 Yet the rock walls were like sounding boards and he could hear easier what moved below than they could hear him。
He heard the faint stirring again 。。。 had the searcher some clue？ He could not be looking for tracks at this hour； yet。。。 ？ The night was empty again。 Far off a plaintive coyote begged the sky。
〃It ain't no way reasonable。〃 Joe Sutton stared Irritably into the fire。 〃No man drops out o' sight the way he done。〃
Ben Hindeman rolled his tobacco in his jaws； not talking。 He was reasoning it out in his slow； methodical way。 Of them all； Hindeman was the only one to whom Jack Sutton ever took a back seat and Joe had his own ideas about that。 Jack； for all his gun…slinging； was a little afraid of his hard…jawed brother…in…law。
〃Lost him；〃 Mort Bayless said； 〃over on that mesa and he was in bad shape。 He didn't get far。〃
It was Mort's brother whom Jordan had killed at Mocking Bird Pass and Mort had been one of them with Jack at the killing of Johnny Hendrix。 He had no particular worry about Jordan ever getting him 。。。 he wanted to get Jordan to even up for his brother and because he was a killer by nature。
〃If he ever got to the mesa at all；〃 Joe said。
During the last two days the search had dwindled away and Jack Sutton was pleased。 Two of the boys had returned to cut hay； another had a wife who was expecting。 The need for many men was past and as he fingered the thick scab on his ear lobe； he wished they would all go home。 He had plans of his own and the capture or killing of Trace Jordan had bee secondary。
Ben was the one he wanted to go back。 Ben didn't want the Mexicans bothered and had it been anyone but Ben he would have believed him soft on the girl。 But not Ben。 He was never soft on anyone。 That very lack of feeling made Jack uneasy。 Ben was tough and in his slow way he was smart。
Jacob Lantz leaned over and filled his cup with coffee； 〃He's around；〃 he said flatly。
Ben's head came up。 〃You see him？〃
〃No 。。。 but he's here。〃
〃How d' you know if you ain't seen him？〃 Jack demanded irritably。 Sometimes Lantz's cocksureness infuriated him。
〃If Jake says he's here；〃 Hindeman said； 〃then he's here。〃
〃I don't know why；〃 Lantz said； 〃but I feel it。〃
〃If he's here；〃 Mort Bayless poked the fire； 〃them greasers know it。 I say we just ride down there and take that girl …''
〃Well do nothing of the kind。〃 Hindeman did not even look around。
〃She wouldn't talk； no way；〃 Lantz said。
〃I'd make her talk！〃 Mort said savagely。 〃You'd see！〃
〃You're a fool；〃 Hindeman said。 〃You could kill her and she wouldn't talk。 Not that one。〃
Lantz took his coffee and a dish of beans to one side。 Meanwhile his ferreting mind gnawed at the problem。 A wounded man； alone。。。
〃Got to be close；〃 Hindeman said。 〃If he's alive he's eatin' and if he's eatin' he's gettin' it from the Mexicans。 But Vicente is the only one ever leaves the place。〃
Jack Sutton was stretched on a blanket。 He lifted himself to an elbow。 〃Mort； tomorrow you an' Joe stick to Vicente。 Go where he goes。 Stick tight to him。〃
〃Won't get us nothing。 I think it's the girl。〃
〃Jack's got the idea； Mort。 Stick to him。 He'll break。 He'll make a wrong move or he'll talk。〃 He turned his leonine head。 〃Don't crowd him； just watch him。〃
Lantz was beginning to know Jordan。 He was a man who had been up the creek and over the mountain 。。。 when they caught him it was not going to be fun。
〃I'll find him；〃 he said。 〃When I find him； you boys can have him。〃
They looked at him； this wry old man with his sour…smelling body and the look of secret humor about him。
〃What's that mean？〃
〃Some of you boys won't ride back。 This one's a curly wolf。〃
Somebody snorted his disgust and Mort Bayless turned impatiently。 Jack Sutton was angered by Lantz's attitude； yet he was well aware that without him they wouldn't have e this far。 Old Bob Sutton had kept Lantz around and now it was Ben。
Jacob Lantz went to his blankets and rolled up。 Staring morosely at the sky； his thoughts ran back over the terrain。 There had to be a place and it had to be close by。
Morning was a suggestion of pale light when Jordan awakened。 His first thought was of the creeping sounds of the previous night。 He must be very careful。
By daylight he examined the steep chimney of trails。 A girl or a child might manage that narrow ledge but one wrong step 。。。 that girl was one to mother a race of warriors。 Yet a man might slide a horse down the incline of trails。 He had seen wild horses do stunts almost as dangerous。 Yet a man might wind up at the bottom with a broken leg and have to shoot it out。
Jordan saw the young man he took to be Maria Cristina's brother start up the canyon on the paint pony。 As he rounded a bend in the canyon； two horsemen f