bottom side up and lodged on a sand-bar.
"She got across, and then set the boat loose," said August. "That's the
Indian of her. If she went up on the cliffs to the Navajos maybe we'll
find her. If she went into the Painted Desert--" a grave shake of his
shaggy head completed his sentence.
Morning also disclosed Snap Naab once more in the
clutch of his demon,
drunk and
unconscious, lying like a log on the porch of his
cottage.
"This means ruin to him," said his father. "He had one chance; he was
mad over Mescal, and if he had got her, he might have conquered his
thirst for rum."
He gave orders for the sheep to be
driven up on the
plateau, and for his
sons to ride out to the cattle ranges. He bade Hare pack and get in
readiness to accompany him to the Navajo cliffs, there to search for
Mescal.
The river was low, as the spring thaws had not yet set in, and the
crossing promised none of the
hazard so menacing at a later period.
Billy Naab rowed across with the
saddle and packs. Then August had to
crowd the lazy burros into the water. Silvermane went in with a rush,
and Charger took to the river like an old duck. August and Jack sat in
the stern of the boat, while Billy handled the oars. They crossed
swiftly and
safely. The three burros were then loaded, two with packs,
the other with a heavy water-bag.
"See there," said August, pointing to tracks in the sand. The imprints
of little moccasins re
assured Hare, for he had feared the possibility
suggested by the upturned boat." Perhaps it'll be better if I never find
her," continued Naab. "If I bring her back Snap's as likely to kill her
as to marry her. But I must try to find her. Only what to do with her--
"
"Give her to me," interrupted Jack.
"Hare!"
"I love her!"
Naab's stern face relaxed. "Well, I'm beat! Though
I don't see why you should be different from all the others.
It was that time you spent with her on the
plateau. I
thought you too sick to think of a woman!"
"Mescal cares for me," said Hare.
"Ah! That accounts. Hare, did you play me fair?"
"We tried to, though we couldn't help loving."
"She would have married Snap but for you."
"Yes. But I couldn't help that. You brought me out here, and saved my
life. I know what I owe you. Mescal meant to marry your son when I left
for the range last fall. But she's a true woman and couldn't. August
Naab, if we ever find her will you marry her to him--now?"
"That depends. Did you know she intended to run?"
"I never dreamed of it. I
learned it only at the last moment. I met her
on the river trail."
"You should have stopped her."
Hare maintained silence.
"You should have told me," went on Naab.
"I couldn't. I'm only human."
"Well, well, I'm not blaming you, Hare. I had hot blood once. But I'm
afraid the desert will not be large enough for you and Snap. She's
pledged to him. You can't change the Mormon Church. For the sake of
peace I'd give you Mescal, if I could. Snap will either have her or kill
her. I'm going to hunt this desert in advance of him, because he'll
trail her like a hound. It would be better to marry her to him than to
see her dead."
"I'm not so sure of that."
"Hare, your nose is on a blood scent, like a wolf's. I can see--I've
always seen--well, remember, it's man to man between you now."
During this talk they were winding under Echo Cliffs, gradually climbing,
and
working up to a level with the desert, which they
presently attained
at a point near the head of the
canyon. The trail swerved to the left
following the base of the cliffs. The tracks of Noddle and Wolf were
plainly
visible in the dust. Hare felt that if they ever led out into
the
immense airy space of the desert all hope of
finding Mescal must be
abandoned.
They trailed the tracks of the dog and burro to Bitter Seeps, a shallow
spring of
alkali, and there lost all track of them. The path up the
cliffs to the Navajo ranges was bare, time-worn in solid rock, and showed
only the imprint of age. Desertward the ridges of shale, the washes of
copper earth, baked in the sun, gave no sign of the fugitives' course.
August Naab shrugged his broad shoulders and
pointed his horse to the
cliff. It was dusk when they surmounted it.
They camped in the lee of an uplifting crag. When the wind died down the
night was no longer unpleasantly cool; and Hare,
finding August Naab