e mountain Aztecs。 Personally； I think they are noble and intelligent； and if let alone would be peaceable and industrious。 I like the few I've known。 But they are a doomed race。 Have you any idea what ailed this Yaqui before the raider got in his work？〃
〃No； I haven't。 I noticed the Indian seemed in bad shape； but I couldn't tell what was the matter with him。〃
〃Well； my idea is another personal one。 Maybe it's off color。 I think that Yaqui was； or is； for that matter； dying of a broken heart。 All he wanted was to get back to his mountains and die。 There are no Yaquis left in that part of Sonora he was bound for。〃
〃He had a strange look in his eyes；〃 said Gale； thoughtfully。
〃Yes； I noticed that。 But all Yaquis have a wild look。 Dick； if I'm not mistaken； this fellow was a chief。 It was a waste of strength； a needless risk for you to save him； pack him back here。 but； damn the whole Greaser outfit generally； I'm glad you did！〃
Gale remembered then to speak of his concern for Ladd。
〃Laddy didn't go out to meet you；〃 replied Belding。 〃I knew you were due in any day； and； as there's been trouble between here and Casita； I sent him that way。 Since you've been out our friend Carter lost a bunch of horses and a few steers。 Did you get a good look at the horses those raiders had at Papago Well？〃
Dick had learned； since he had become a ranger； to see everything with keen； sure； photographic eye； and； being put to the test so often required of him； he described the horses as a dark…colored drove； mostly bays and blacks； with one spotted sorrel。
〃Some of Carter'ssure as you're born！〃 exclaimed Belding。 〃His bunch has been split up； divided among several bands of raiders。 He has a grass ranch up here in Three Mile Arroyo。 It's a good long ride in U。 S。 territory from the border。〃
〃Those horses I saw will go home； don't you think？〃 asked Dick。
〃Sure。 They can't be caught or stopped。〃
〃Well； what shall I do now？〃
〃Stay here and rest；〃 bluntly replied Belding。 〃You need it。 Let the women fuss over youdoctor you a little。 When Jim gets back from Sonoyta I'll know more about what we ought to do。 By Lord！ it seems our job now isn't keeping Japs and Chinks out of the U。 S。 It's keeping our property from going into Mexico。〃
〃Are there any letters for me？〃 asked Gale。
〃Letters！ Say； my boy； it'd take something pretty important to get me or any man here back Casita way。 If the town is safe these days the road isn't。 It's a month now since any one went to Casita。〃
Gale had received several letters from his sister Elsie； the last of which he had not answered。 There had not been much opportunity for writing on his infrequent returns to Forlorn River； and； besides； Elsie had written that her father had stormed over what he considered Dick's falling into wild and evil ways。
〃Time flies；〃 said Dick。 〃George Thorne will be free before long； and he'll be coming out。 I wonder if he'll stay here or try to take Mercedes away？〃
〃Well； he'll stay right here in Forlorn River； if I have any say；〃 replied Belding。 〃I'd like to know how he'd ever get that Spanish girl out of the country now； with all the trails overrun by rebels and raiders。 It'd be hard to disguise her。 Say； Dick； maybe we can get Thorne to stay here。 You know； since you've discovered the possibility of a big water supply； I've had dreams of a future for Forlorn River。。。。If only this war was over！
Dick； that's what it iswarscattered war along the northern border of Mexico from gulf to gulf。 What if it isn't our war？ We're on the fringe。 No； we can't develop Forlorn River until there's peace。〃
The discovery that Belding alluded to was one that might very well lead to the making of a wonderful and agricultural district of Altar Valley。 While in college Dick Gale had studied engineering； but he had not set the scientific world afire with his brilliance。 Nor after leaving college had he been able to satisfy his father that he could hold a job。 Nevertheless； his smattering of engineering skill bore fruit in the last place on earth where anything might have been expected of itin the desert。 Gale had always wondered about the source of Forlorn River。 No white man or Mexican； or； so far as known； no Indian； had climbed those mighty broken steps of rock called No Name Mountains； from which Forlorn River was supposed to come。 Gale had discovered a long； narrow； rock…bottomed and rock…walled gulch that could be dammed at the lower end by the dynamiting of leaning cliffs above。 An inexhaustible supply of water could be stored there。 Furthermore； he had worked out an irrigation plan to bring the water down for mining uses； and to make a paradise out of that part of Altar Valley which lay in the United States。 Belding claimed there was gold in the arroyos； gold in the gulches； not in quantities to make a prospector rejoice； but enough to work for。 And the soil on the higher levels of Altar Valley needed only water to make it grow anything the year round。 Gale； too； had come to have dreams of a future for Forlorn River。
On the afternoon of the following day Ladd unexpectedly appeared leading a lame and lathered horse into the yard。 Belding and Gale； who were at work at the forge； looked up and were surprised out of speech。 The legs of the horse were raw and red； and he seemed about to drop。 Ladd's sombrero was missing； he wore a bloody scarf round his head； sweat and blood and dust had formed a crust on his face； little streams of powdery dust slid from him； and the lower half of his scarred chaps were full of broken white thorns。
〃Howdy； boys；〃 he drawled。 〃I shore am glad to see you all。〃
〃Where'n hell's your hat？〃 demanded Belding； furiously。 It was a ridiculous greeting。 But Belding's words signified little。 The dark shade of worry and solicitude crossing his face told more than his black amaze。
The ranger stopped unbuckling the saddle girths； and； looking at Belding； broke into his slow； cool laugh。
〃Tom； you recollect that whopper of a saguaro up here where Carter's trail branches off the main trail to Casita？ Well； I climbed it an' left my hat on top for a woodpecker's nest。〃
〃You've been runningfighting？〃 queried Belding； as if Ladd had not spoken at all。
〃I reckon it'll dawn on you after a while；〃 replied Ladd； slipping the saddle。
〃Laddy； go in the house to the women；〃 said Belding。 〃I'll tend to your horse。〃
〃Shore； Tom； in a minute。 I've been down the road。 An' I found hoss tracks an' steer tracks goin' across the line。 But I seen no sign of raiders till this mornin'。 Slept at Carter's last night。 That raid the other day cleaned him out。 He's shootin' mad。 Well； this mornin' I rode plumb into a bunch of Carter's hosses； runnin' wild for home。 Some Greasers were tryin' to head them round an' chase them back across the line。 I rode in between an' made matters embarrassin'。 Carter's hosses got away。 Then me an' the Greasers had a little game of hide an' seek in the cactus。 I was on the wrong side； an' had to break through their line to head toward home。 We run some。 But I had a closer call than I'm stuck on havin'。〃
〃Laddy； you wouldn't have any such close calls if you'd ride one of my horses；〃 expostulated Belding。 〃This broncho of yours can run； and Lord knows he's game。 But you want a big； strong horse； Mexican bred； with cactus in his blood。 Take one of the bunchBull； White Woman； Blanco Jose。〃
〃I had a big； fast horse a while back； but I lost him；〃 said Ladd。 〃This bronch ain't so bad。 Shore Bull an' that white devil with his Greaser namethey could run down my bronch； kill him in a mile of cactus。 But； somehow； Tom； I can't make up my mind to take one of them grand white hosses。 Shore I reckon I'm kinda soft。 An' mebbe I'd better take one before the raiders clean up Forlorn River。〃
Belding cursed low and deep in his throat； and the sound resembled muttering thunder。 The shade of anxiety on his face changed to one of dark gloom and passion。 Next to his wife and daughter there was nothing so dear to him as those white horses。 His father and grandfatherall his progenitors of whom he had tracehad been lovers of horses。 It was in Belding's blood。
〃Laddy； before it's too late can't I get the whites away from the border？〃
〃Mebbe it ain't too late； but where can we take them？？
〃To San Felipe？〃
〃No。 We've more chance to hold them here。？
〃To Casita and the railroad？〃
〃Afraid to risk gettin' there。 An' the town's full of rebels who need hosses。〃
〃Then straight north？〃
〃Shore man； you're crazy。 Ther's no water； no grass for a hundred miles。 I'll tell you； Tom； the safest plan would be to take the white bunch south into Sonora； into some wild mountain valley。 Keep them there till the raiders have traveled on back east。 Pretty soon there won't be any rich pickin' left for these Greasers。 An' then they'll ride on to new ranges。〃
〃Laddy； I don't know the trails into Sonora。 An' I can't trust a Mexican or a Papago。 Between you and me； I'm afraid of this Indian who herds for me。〃
〃I reckon we'd better stick here； Tom。。。。Dick； it's some good to see you again。 But you seem kinda quiet。 Shore you get quieter all the time。