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Flame of the Border
CHAPTER XI—Continued
But he followed closely at their
while Marston, Serge, and
lilake walked about the scantily
front room, looked under counters,
tipping bins and behind doors.
entered the storeroom behind with
stacks of packing cases, barrels,
usual Jumble of merchandise and
containers which litter such a
And here the red left Parks’ face.
became waxen, like a moon In fog.
But none of the three men
ticed It
Serge was too violent with sorrow
to notice much of anything, and
ney Riake was cold to his very
for the same reason. Ever since
sound of Darkness’ running feet
brought him Into the patio at home
had been like a man In a trance.
bottom had fallen out of life for
but there was In the emptiness a ter¬
rible blackness of suspicion. First
the Indians; then of Sonya herself.
He was following Serge and
ton here and now, would follow
some hours longer. Then he
what he meant to do himself,
campaign of searching he would be¬
gin, and his always thin lips drew
< fine line.
As the three men explored
the disorder of the place the pro¬
prietor kept close to them, and
when Marston raised the lid of a bln
of dry beans the muscles of his right
hand rose along the back, exactly
the body of a cat tenses before
leaps. Marston dropped the lid,
the hand relaxed.
"There Is nothing here,” Serge said
In despair. ™.
They went to find the sheriff and
lee how many men he had sent
In which directions.
And back at the ranch Lila, who
held her tongue, looked in the face
Myra Little and poured out in a
si) she knew of Sonya and
Stone. Myra, who had come as fast
as her two good horses and a bounc¬
ing buckboard could bring her
site heard the news from a Navajo
ner who had passed her place.
“My Lord I” she said aghast.
^htnk—that maybe she’s gone
Tim? Run off?”
“What else?” said Lila miserably.
“She loves him. And Rod Blake
said he'll never give her up to any¬
one.”
“H’m—yes, maybe you’re right.
told me of this man—what kind
eyes he had. Blue eyes, wfld an' ex¬
citable—with pupils that spread
I'se seen their like—once In a
who never should have been one, an'
In an outlaw at Laredo. Strange
they are, an’ strange men who own
’em, an’ women can’t forget
ever. Maybe you’re right, Lila.
take her—an’ she’d go—if she
him.”
“She does,” said Lila with convic¬
tion.
And all among the Bad Lands,
the scattered canyons, along the sage¬
brush levels, a peculiar thing was
pening. From every crevasse of
lonely land where she had worked
loved, and befriended them, the
Jos were coming: tall brown men
sorry horses, their long hair
on their heads beneath their
brimmed hats, their turquoise
laces swinging od their breasts.
They met and spoke In soft
voices, parted, and went
ways, their dark eyes on the
floor, scanning the open book of
world around, a moving network of
tection.
It was Hosteen T’so who traced
shod horse to the town, who knew
she had sat some hours in a dry
over to the east before she went
town, and who followed her step
step back along the circling way
had taken her to that certain
where Sonya Savarin had looked
upon the desert’s familiar face
the security of her saddle. And
Two Fingers stood with Hosteen
holding her lost hat.
The three meD looked,at each
Eodded, spoke a few low words.
They all saw, too, three long
marks In the sand—wheel marks
and wide with indentations In
■ sharply defined mark running
tween them, beginning a bit
their start, ending a bit before
did.
None of the three had ever seen
airplane closer than the high blue
above, but they spoke of one now,
sidering. And they took the
brero with them, jogging back to
hogans.
Tomorrow they would meet
these three, and circle wider,
all others of their tribe they met
they knew of sky ships, Selling
which they knew. And only
the humble ones whom Rodney
despised—knew anything of
Savarin and what had become of
CHAPTER XII
The Leopard Changes Spots.
Hawn came slowly to the
walled room where Sonya sat by
window. The girl was weary
her sleepless vigil. There were
eircles under her eyes, lines In
young face.
But her lips were steady and
ageous, her heart the same.
was to be big with portent: that
knew.
Perhaps It meant death.
•he would never again behold the
rise, or see the stars wheel In
heavens.
Well, one had but one time to
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though she could' have wished a more
gentle end than would likely come to
anyone who fell under'El ©lablo’s dis¬
pleasure. And tfyat she was there she
knew full well; also why. Starr Stone
had risked his life each time he saw
her when he overstayed his time. Starr
Stone who was, who must be, that
Number Fifteen, Keenthal—how soft
the numeral wap In the Spanish—who
wa| El Dlablo’s ab!est*lleutehant. The
man whom he could neither spare nor
wholly trust, m>w, since he had dis¬
obeyed him for a woman.
Sofiya ^•nd those who disobeyed Diablo—
Jerked ter shoulders up, wet
belt lips that were dry as ashes.
'twice, they .said, had the bandit
leader "spread him ap,” only to take
him down again. Starr Stone of the
laughing courage who Kan dared all
things In the old days, whose clever
brain had been Invaluable to El Capi-
tan, who was too.valuable to kill, yet
who knew too much to live If he did
not live for him.
And Spnyg Savarin, who knew too
much also;- who loved Starr Stone and
had listened' to him In', the dusk of
many mpr>ns; who had stooped and
picked up. a five-tael can of first-grade
opium when a bungling hand had
dropped It.
Barks—Quatro, Number Four,—the
bland keener of a store on the cross¬
continent railroad. He had blundered,
but he had retrieved tils blunder In-'
stantly by sending El -Diabio’s hench-j
men to destroy the evidence by taking
It away—IK^self th'frt evidence.
Well, once again, one could finish
up but Once, and she was no one’s
quitter.* If only she. might see Starr
“You Are Well Schooled, Senorita,’’
He Sneered.
Stone again, look dqep In his blue
eyes, reuew that Bout's covenant which
they had made one starlit dusk.
But the senora was here with food
on a tray and she was kind and gen¬
tle with that tepderpess we show to
those about to go on long and perilous
Journeys. .. .. .
“Bef eet please the'Sj^ortta,” she
said apologetically, “there ees one who
would speak weeth you today. Eet
ees one whose word ees the law, the
master.”
“J know,” said Sonya, nodding her
black head. “Lehall be ready, senora.
At what hour?"
“1 do not know—only that when eet
arrive one must be ready.”
“Very well," said Sonya, and the
woniair went away.
Deliberately she drank the coffee,
ate the spiced omelette, the little
round hits of some hot sweet bread.
And a little later the senora came
for her. t *
.
She walked down the long dark pas¬
sage. co«L with the night’s freshness,
and Into The great main room of the
casa. Here there were many men and
a few women, who all seemed waiting
to look.'at her, which they did with
thoroughness, in silence. A hard lot
they were, for the most part, dark
people burned by a tropic sun, their
faces reflecting the hazards of the
lives they led. There were men here
who had burned and raided and shot,
who thought no more of killing a
human being than of slaughtering a
sheep; women who followed them and
wore the things they looted. Their
eyes were hot and cold at the same
time. If pne might so describe them,
flaming with all the varied lusts of
lawless folk, devoid of mercy or com¬
passion. and
The senorg passed before them
out at the door which stood open at
the south, Sonya following close be¬
hind her with her head up. Here In
the stone flagged yard sat her 'Udge.
El .Capital' Hiablo, In a huge chair,
behind a long t?!.te made of crude
slabs and undressed peeled woo^.set on weath¬ see-
tions of saplings an(j_
ered. Here too was Manuel, that
dapper slim pilot' who had brought her
across the Border. -Manuel, second
In power, In value; In ability, to that
0D e whom the toaster had brought
home to answer for Ws sins.
The sins of lingering too long about
that master's business, of doing his
bidding less and less eagerly, of that
most heinous crime of all, loving a
good woman
DADE COUNTY TIMES: NOVEMBER 22, 1934
El Diablo hated a good woman. Of
all things on the earth he feared and
hated most a good woman. What
power this one might hold against him,
what secrets she might know tor his
undoing, ,he did not know. What
Quince had told her In the softeulug
urge of love he furiously suspected.
Evil himself, lost to all standards of
loyalty, a double-crosser of double-
crossers, he trusted no one, believed in
no one..
And now he had the whole thing In
his hands, thanks to Quatro: the man
who knew his ways and works as none
other living knew them; the woman
of another world who might wreak his
ruin If she chose.
That great structure of blood and
raid *ahd contraband which he kad
built for himself from Mazatles to
New, York city stood toppling In the
hands of these two—and El Diablo
would not have 1L
He looked at the slim girl before
him, his thick nostrils dilating.
“So,” he said, “we meet again.
senorita."
“So it would seem,” said Sonya
Savarin. • ,
A great concourse of people was
gathering swiftly In the grove, all
Standing back at a respectful distance.
It was El Diabio’s habit to have ble
Judgments witnessed—for their moral
effect.
But nowhere was there a tall man
with bronze hair a mj, wild blue eyes
.around, that shone. and El The^'liriBMfcd earnestly
“Not Just yhe said,
’’ presently. In
table, Manuel brought rose andq^Bg chatk around the
a
for her. Sonya nodded
Sit down. It seemed to
was on trial here, as indi
though with the issue a
elusion, and she ’<qfil
iThe injustice, the
making a fire in her so:
not afraid,
“I think, sir,” she
denly, “that you wll,
people and my count:
tion of myself. Yo’
long.”
"So? You thin:
has El Diablo lost
He had changed his speec
Ish, and for a moment Son
tated as to whether or not
show she understood. Th
elded that he probably bn<
and accepted the Issue.
“There comes an end to
senor,” she said. *
“Yes, to life even,” the 1
smoothly, looking at her.
“To life, even,” said Sonya calmly.
A little whisper of admiration mur¬
mured through the silent crowd. She
had courage, the young white woman
from beyond the Border. No one had
ever met the master so, word for word
and eye for eye. The grim shadow of
his judgments had always broken
down his victims early. This girl
stood tall and straight, her hands on
the chair hack.
“You remember, senorita,” El Diablo
said, “that once I took my lieutenant
from your arms on a dance floor. That
should have been a warning. A suf¬
ficient warning. Yet you did not
heed It.”
“Why should I have heeded It?" said
Sonya steadily. “Who were you that
I should fear you to such an extent?
fn my country men are free—to danc*
with whom they choose.”
“You saw that Quince feared me.”
“Yes. And knew there must be a
reason. He is no man's coward."
“Then you should have known th*
reason to be good.”
“I did.”
“And tried to find that reason out,
1 have no doubt?”
“Assuredly.”
“And did?”
“No, senor, though I tried hard."
“You shield the man.”
“No.”
“You lie to me, senorita !”
The man straightened In his chair,
banged the heavy table with an Iron
fist.
“And so do you !*’ flashed Sonya.
“Carramba 1” swore Diablo. “Yoo
tell me that?"
“You told me that. In my country
a man does not speak so to women.”
The man who ruled his little world
with blood and steel half rose, his
dark face purple with a mounting
rage. In that wavering second Son.va
Savarin was nearer death than gha
had even been.
Then he sat down again and smiled.
That smile was deadly as an adder’s
grin. proceed.
“So,” he said, “we shall
And Quince did not tell you that I
meet the ships from China at Mazat-
lan?"
“No, senor.”
“Nor that 1 bring Ini* Mexico and
along the Border merchandise of great
valuer
“No, senor.”
“Nor that that merchandise crosses
Into the United States by my little
gray ships of the sky to be sent to
New York on the railroad?"
“No genor."
“You are well schooled, senorita,” he
sneered. “I make bold to compliment
you both. You did not know that
Quince is—or was—my ablest man In
both countries? That he knows a*
much of El Diablo as El Diablo knows
about himself? That he can do any¬
thing connected with—my business—
from seining the sea «t low tide fot
floats tied to sunken contraband, to
flying a plane? You did not know »<*
this?
TO B» OONTl.NUWS
Uncoiranon
Sense B i John Blake
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It must have Irritated the great
and women of all times to hear
selves referred
Don’t Believe as they often
in Dreams ~ ns “dreamers.”
this world had
pended on dreamers to build it, its
ulation would still consist of
tribes, always fighting and
eating each other.
Such progress as the people of
earth have achieved—and It is as
ing compared to what they will
—was not the result of any
from the sky.
The men and women who had
and used them are the men and
who have taken the race out of
age and built up civilizations.
The great poets of the earth are
to be dreamers.
But no bard can envision
in his sleep.
No poet can even put a good
rhyme together unless all his
are centered on his job.
Mr. Longfellow vugy wisely said.
a verse that wus •fMsftl/O • a dream:
f * *
The heights by great men
and kept
Were not attained by sudden .*
But they while their companion
Were toiling upward In the .
No dreams for those men, and
dreams for the men and women of
day who, by their thinking power,
contributing steadily to the spread
civilization.
I know that it Is pleasant to
In visions, and that many people
a great deal of time that way.
But I also know, from my
and from my own observation thnt
thinking faculty isn’t set to
kept at work, no amount of
be worth the while.
w York today Is said to be
city, and so it doubtless Is
who view the Sierra-Uke
they approach It by land
you could have seen the
and builders toiling eagerly
ears before anyone of those
began to rise from
i would know how
and how bard they
it dreaming to sit
n the week and think
plans for building
,ess to a steel and stone
well and good.
won’t be any dream. It
s, mind wearing, mental
ily dreams 1 know
ahjmt which may really be called
are dreams of empire.
And empires so founded usually
not last very long.
Face the fact thnt you have got
work out your own destiny
any magical assistance while you
In bed, or making mental pictures
a glorious future, and you will be
far more value to yourself and to
ers.
In this world, and in these
men and women must go forward
back. There is
Win or middle course.
Lose man or woman
does not win
assuredly lose. B is a time of
ing intelligence, of wider
even though some conditions are
porarily upset.
It Is a time when strong and
ageous men and women are making
bard fight.
They are determined to win In
flgt^, and win they will.
it Is easy In such a time to give
to fright, and stop battling.
But that Is out of the question.
If we do not go forward slowly,
will go back rapidly.
If we do not win, we shall
lose.
Bear in mind that today the
contains the same kind of people
It has always contained.
Conditions in some parts of the
try, however, nre not dependent to
great extent on what occurs
the sea.
*••••••
This nation became a nation
Its leaders had cold, hard nerve,
used It In the face of all manner
difficulties and hardships.
What a light would have
In the eyes of the men who built it
of a handful of colonies, could
have envisioned It today and seen
far it has gone, and how high U
built on the foundations that they
for it.
In the history of all nations. It
been courage and patriotism which
carried them over their difficulties.
Courage and patriotism are here
abundance.
Moreover they are organized.
What we need is some sort of
school In whicn whiners could
taught that whining Is the province
sickly children, and not good
children at that.
| J know from my acriuuinlance
many men and women that they are
mg the future calmly and have no
whatever that a better doy w at hand.
It is the same country, the same
that bred heroes in the past.
It abound* today with the same
I of nien and women who lived
1 Lexington was fought.
j The forces that made America
are still here, and tti sufficient
titles to carry on successfully as
as the soil Is productive and men
womeD are Industrious and brave.
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