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Ziu»h- 4 Bid*« of thePui ple Sage.
'Wildfire, Etc.
corv*i«MT -m>cZ* **«•
In fhe center of the room lay Kail
ford Oliuim*. a limp. torn, hulking,
bloody figure. He won not seriously
Injured. But lie woo helpless, n mis
erable beaten wreteh. who knew Ills
condition and felt the eye* upon him
He sobbed and moaned mid howled.
But no one offered to help him to hi*
Harked against the door of the hall
Stood Ben Chase, for once stripped of
all authority and confidence and eoiir
age. Dick Hale confronted him. He
shook a huge gloved fist In Chase's
“Your gray hairs save you till* time.
But keep out of my way! And when
that son of yours cornea to. tell him
every time I meet him I'll add some
more to what he got today!"
The Secret of Forlorn River.
In the early morning Hale, seeking
solitude where he could brinsl over
Ms trouble, wandered alone. It was
not easy for him to elude the Ya<|Ul,
mid Just at the moment when he had
cast himself down in a secluded shady
corner the Indl'in appeared, nolaeleas.
shadowy, mysterious as ulwa.va.
The Indian had been told of the
lose* sustained hy Bi-Ming and his
“Go—me!" and Yh<|iil. with an Im
press!ve gesture toward the lofty Iliac
• olored steps of No Name mountains
He seemed the samo ns usual, but s
glance on Gale's part, a moment's at
tention. made him conscious ef ttie eld
strange force in the Yaqul.
"Why doea my brother want me to
climb the nameless mountains with
hint" asked Oale.
“Lluvla d’oro,” replied Yaqul. and ho
made motions that Gale found dlffl
cult of Interpretation.
"Shower of Gold,'' translated Oale.
That waa the Yaqul's name for Nell.
What did he mean by using It In con
nection with a climb Into the tnoun
tains? Were bla motions Intended to
convey an Idea of a shower of golden
blossoms from that rare and beautiful
tree, or a golden rain? Qale's 11st lean
ness vanished In a flash of thought.
'Die Yaqul meant gold! Uold! He
meant he could retrieve the fallen for
tunes of the white brother who had
saved Ida life that evil day at the Pa
pago well. Gale thrilled as he gated
piercingly Into the wonderful eyes of
this Indian. Would Yaqul uever con
slder hts debt paid?
"Go—me?" repeated the Indian,
pointing with the singular directness
that always made this action remark
able In him.
"Ye*. Yaqul.”
Gale ran to hi* rom. put on hobnailed
boots, filled a canteen and hurried back
to the corral. Yaqul awaited him. The
Indian carried a colled lasso and a
short stout stick. Without a word he
led the way down the lane, turned up
the river toward the mountains. None
of Melding's household saw their de
What had once been only a narrow
mesqulte-bordered trail was uow a
well-troddeu road. A deep irrigation
ditch, full of flowing muddy water, ran
parallel with the road. Gale had been
curious about the operations of the
< 'liases, but a bitterness lie could not
help had kept him from going out to
see the work. He waa not eurprlsed
to And that the engineers who had con
structed the ditches and dam had an
ticipated htm lu every particular. The
daiumed-up gulch made a magnificent
reservoir, and Gale could not look up
on the long narrow lake without a
feeling of gladness. The dreaded ano
seco of the Mexicans might come again
and would come, but never to the In
habitants of Forlorn River. That
stonewalled, stone-floored gulch would
never leak, and already It contained
water enough to Irrigate the whole of
Altar valley for two dry seasons.
Yaqul led swiftly along the lake to
the upper end. where the stream
roared down over unscalable walla.
This point waa the farthest Gale had
ever penetrated Into the rough foot
hills, and he had Belding’s word for It
that no white man had ever climbed
No Name mountains from the west.
The Indian left the gulch and clam
bered up over a Jumble of weathered
slides and traced a slow course along
the base of the giant wall. He looked
up and seemed to select a point for
ascent. It waa the last place In that
Illustrations by
nmuntuln side where Gale would have
thought climbing possible. Before him
the wall rose, leaning over him. shut
ting out the light, a dark mighty moun
tain mass. Innumerable cracks ami
crevice* and caves roughened the
bulging sides of durk rock.
Yaqul tied one end of his lasso to the
short, stout stick and, carefully disen
tangling the colls, be whirled the stick
round and round and threw it almost
over the first rim of the shell’, per
haps thirty feet up. The stick did not
lodge. Yuqul tried again. This time
It caught In a crack. He pulled hard.
Then, holding to the lasso, he walked
up the steep slant, hand over hand on
the rope. When he reached the shelf
he motioned for Gale to follow. Gale
Gale Found That Method of Scaling
a Wall Both Quick and Eaay.
found that method of soiling a wall
both quick and easy. Yaqul pulled up
the lasso, and threw the stick aloft In
to another crack, lie climbed to un
other shelf, and Gale followed him. The
third effort brought them to a more
rugged bench a hundred feet above the
slides The Yuqul worked round to
the left and turned Into a durk fissure
Gale kept close at Ills heels. They
came out presently Into lighter space,
yet one that restricted any extended
view. Broken sections of cIlfT were on
all sides.
Here the ascent hecume toll. Gale
could distance Yaqul going dow'uhlll;
on the climb, however, he was hard
put to It to keep the Indian In sight.
It wus not a question of strength or
lightness of foot. These Gale had be
yond the share of most men. It was a
matter of lung power, a.id the Yu
qul’tt life hud been si»ent scaling the
desert heights. Moreover, the climbing
was Infinitely slow, tedious, dangerous.
On the way up several times Gale
Imagined he heard a dull roar of fall
ing water. The sound seemed to he
under him. over him. to this able and
to that. When he was certain lie could
locate the direction from which It came
then he heard It no more until he had
gone on. Gradually he forgot it In the
physical sensations of the climb. He
burned his hands and knees. He grew
hot and wet and winded. His heart
thumped so that It hurt, and there
were Instants when hla sight was
blurred. When at last he had tolled
to where the Yaqul sat awuitlng him
upon the rim of that great wall. It was
none too soon.
Gale lay back and rested for a while
without uote of anything except the
blue sky. Then he sat up. He was
aiuuzed to find that after that wonder
ful climb he was only a thousand feet
or so above the valley. Judged by the
nature of Ids effort, be would have said
he had climbed a mile. The village lay
beneath him, with Its new adobe struc
tures and tents and buildings in bright
contrast with the older habitations. He
saw the green ulfulfu fields, and Meld
ing's white horses, looking very small
and motionless. He pleased himself
by Imagining he could pick out Bluu
co Sol Then his gaze swept on to the
Indeed, he realized now why some one
had named It Forlorn river. Even at
this season when It was full of water
it had a forlorn aspect. It was doomed
never to mingle with the waters of the
Gulf. It wound away down the valley,
growing wider and shallower, en
croaching more and more on the gruy
flats, until It disappeared on Its surt
Journey toward Sonoyta. That vust
shimmering, sun-governed waste recog
nized Its life only ut this flood season,
and was alreudy with parched tongue
and insatlute fire licking and burning
up Its futile waters.
Yuqul put a hand ou Gale’s knee.
It wus a bronzed, scarred, powerful
hand, always eloquent of meaning.
The Indian wus listening. His bent
head, his strange dilating eyes, ids
rigid form, and that dose-pressing
hand, liow these brought back to Gale
the terrible lonely night hours on the
lava I
"What do you hear. Yaqul?" asked
Gale. He laughed a little at the mood
that bad come over him. But the
sound of his voice did not break the
spell. He did not want to speak
aguln. He yielded to Yaqul's subtle
nameless Influence. He listened him
self, heard nothing hut the scream of
un eagle. Often he wondered If the
Indian could lieur things that made no
sound. Yaqul was beyond understand
Whatever the Indian had listened
to or for, presently he satisfied him
self. and. with a grunt thut might
mean anything, he ros* and turned
away from the rim. Gule followed,
rested now and eager to go on. He
saw that the greut cliff they had
climbed was only a stairway up* to
the huge looming dark bulk of the
plateHU above.
Suddenly he Hgnln heard the dull
roar of falling water. It seemed to
have cleared Itself of uiufiled vibra
tions. Yaqul mounted a little ridge
and halted. The next Instant Gule
stood above a bottomless cleft Into
which a white stream leaped. His as
tounded gaze swept backward along
this narrow swift stream to Its end In
a dark, round, boiling pool. It was a
huge spring, u bubbling well, the out
cropping of an underground river
coming down from the vast plateau
Yaqul bud brought Gale to the
source of Forlorn river.
Flashing thoughts In Gale's mind
were no swifter than the thrills that
ran over him. He would stake out u
claim here and never be cheated out
of It. Ditches on the ben.lies and
troughs on the steep walls would car
ry water down to the valley. Ben
Chase had built a great dam which
would l»e useless If GHle chose to turn
Forlorn river from Its natural course.
The fountain bead of that mysterious
desert river belonged to him.
Ills eagerness. Ids mounting pussloti.
was cheeked by Yaqul's unusual ac
tion. The Indian showed wonder,
hesitation. even reluctance. Hl*
strange eyes surveyed tills boiling well
as If they could not believe the sight
they saw. Gale divined Instantly that
Yaqul bad never before seen the
source of Forlorn river. If he had
ever ascended to tills plateau, prob
ably It bail been to some other part,
for the water was new to him. He
stood gazing aloft at peaks, at lower
rainpunt* of the mountain, and ut
nearer landmarks of prominence.
Yaqul seemed at fault. He was not
sure of Ills location.
Then he strode past the swirling
pool of dark water und began to as
cend a little slope that led up to a
shelving cliff. Another object liulted
the Indian. It was a pile of stones,
weathered crumbled, fallen Into ruin,
but still retaining shu|»e enough to
prove It bud been built there by tile
hands of men. Round and round this
the Yuqul stalked, and his curiosity
attested u further uncertainty. It
was us If lie had come upon something
surprising. Gale wondered about the
pile of stones. IlHd It once been a
prospector’s claim?
"I'gh!" grunted the Indian: and;
though Ills exclamation expressed no
-utlsfa< tloti. It surely put an end to
doubt, lie pointed up to the roof of
tlie sloping yellow shelf of stone.
Faintly outlined there In red were the
imprints of many liuinun hand* with
lingers spread wide. Gale bud often
A. N. PARRISH. President J. H. THATCHER. Vice President
No. 3749
CapiLal Stock - $50,000.
Surplus - - - $50,000.
Lewi» Barnum G. P. Trotter a. N. Parrish
J. H. Thatcher Lillies Kialcher Rutherford
-veil su<ii painting;- on the v.
the desert caverns. Maiilfiv-ly ;
told Yaqul be had come to the *po<
lilch he luid ulmed.
Then Ids acMous became swift
i aqui seldom moved swiftly 1
act Impressed Gale. The In : .
searched the level floor under rn«
shelf He gathered up handful* o r
small black stones and be fl«
them at Gale. Tlielr weight
Gale start, and then be trembled The
Indian’s next mo\e was to pick up ;«
piece of weathered rock and throw it
against the wall. It broke. lie
snatched up purls, mid showed t! <■
broken edges to Gale. They contained
yellow streaks, dull glint*, faint trac
ings of green. It was gold.
Gale found Ids legs slinking under
him; and he *nt down, trying to take
all the hits of stone Into Ills lap. Ills
lingers were all thumbs as with knife
blade he dug Into the black pieces of
rock. He found gold. Then be stared
down the slope, down Into the valley
with Its river winding forlornly away
Into the desert. But he did not see
any of that. Here was reality as
sweet, as wonderful, ns saving as n
dream come true. Yaqul had led him
to a ledge of gold. Gale had learned
enough about mineral to know that
this was a rich strike. All In u second
he was speechless with the Joy of It.
But his mind w hirled in thought about
this strange and noble Indlun. who
seemed never to be able to pay a debt.
Melding and the poverty that bad
come to him! Nell, who had wept
over the loss of a spring! Laddy,
who never could ride again! Jim
Lash, who swore he would always look
after his friend! Thorne and Mer
cedes! All these people, who had
been good to him and whom he loved,
were poor. But now they would be
rich. They would one and all be bis
partners. He bad discovered the
source of Forlorn river, and was rich
in water. Yaqul had made him rich
in gold. Gale wanted to rush down
tlie slope, down Into the valley, and
tell his wonderful new*.
Suddenly Ills eyes cleared and be
saw the pile of stones. Ills blood
turned to Ice. then to fire. That waa
the mark of a prospector’s claim. But
It waa old. very old. The ledge had
never been worked. The slope was
wild. There was not another single
Indication that a prospector had ever
been there. Where, then, was he who
bad first staked this claim? Oale
wondered with growing hope, with
the fire easing, with the cold passing.
The Yaqul uttered the low. strange.
Involuntary cry so rare with him. a
cry somehow always associated with
ieath. Gale shuddered.
The Indian wus digging In the sand
tind dust under fhe shelving wall. He
threw out an object that rang against
the atone. It was u belt buckle. He
threw out old shrunken, withered
boots. He came upon other things,
and then be ceased to dig.
Tlie grave of desert prospectors!
Gale bad seen more than one. Ladd
bad told him many a story of such
gruesome finds. It was grim, bard
Then the keen-eyed Yaqul reached
up to o little projecting shelf of rock
and took from It a small object. He
showed no curiosity and gave the
thing to Gale.
How strangely Gale felt when be re
ceived Into Id* hands a fiat oblong
box! tVas it only the Influence of
tlie Yaqul, or was there a nameless
and unseen presence beside that
grave? Gate could not be sure. But
lie knew be bad gone back to the old
desert mood. He knew something
bung In tlie balance. No accident, no
luck, no debt-paying Indian could ac
count wholly for that moment. Gule
knew lie held In hls hands more than
The box was a tin one. and not at
all rusty. Gale pried open the re
luctant lid A faint old musty odor
lienotrnted bis nostrils. Inside the
box lay a packet wrapped In what
once might Imve been oilskin. He
took It out and removed this covering.
A folded paper remained In Ills bunds
(Continued on Page Five)
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