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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 reassured 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






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