dark, but by the stars she could see the road and its
low bushes and big stones that danced by as her horse,
with its belly to the ground, sped on. She strained her
ears and caught the sound of hoofs. The men were
following her, the gleam of her white dress guiding them.
She knew they could not catch her. The horse she
rode was a thoroughbred, the fastest on the ranch ; not
even Cairness's own could match it. It stretched out its
long black neck and went evenly ahead, almost without
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motion, rising over a dog hole now and then, coming
down again, and going on, unslacking. She felt the bit
steadily and pressed her knee against the hunting horn
for purchase, her toe barely touching the stirrup, that
she might be the freer in a fall.
If it went like this, she thought, she might get to the
cross-road first, and beyond. The four men would not
matter much then, if she could but stop her husband.
Why had he started back alone and carrying money
too ? It was foolhardy. But then there was so little
money, she knew, that he had probably not thought of
it as booty. She turned her uncovered head and lis-
tened. Her hair had fallen loose and was streaming out
in the wind. She could not hear the others now. They
must be well behind.
There was a faint, white light above the distant
mountains in the east. The moon was about to rise.
In a few moments more it came drifting up, and the
plain was all alight. Far away on the edge was a vague,
half-luminous haze, and nearer the shadows of the
bushes fell sharp and black. A mile ahead, perhaps,
along the road, she could make out the dark blot of the
mesquite clump. Behind, as she looked again, she
could just see four figures following.
It occurred to her now for the first time that there
was danger for herself, so far in front, so entirely alone.
The chances for passing the mesquites were not very
good. If the men were already there, and that might
be counted upon, they would not let her pass if they
could help it. It occasioned her but one fear that she
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could not stop her husband. If she were to turn from
the road out into the open, she would lose time, even if
the horse did not fall, and time was not to be lost.
The mesquites were very near. She bent down over
the horse's neck and spoke to him. His stride length-
ened out yet more. She drew the little revolver, and
cocked it, still bending low. If they were to fire at
her, the white gown would make a good mark ; but she
would show as little of it as might be, and she would
not waste time answering shots, if it could be helped.
The mesquites were directly ahead. A horseman
came out from behind them and placed himself across
the road. There was a sheen of moonlight on a revol-
ver barrel and a shouted " Halt there ! "
He was in front of her, not a hundred feet away ; to
the left were the mesquites, to the right the ragged
arroyo. There could be no turning aside. She threw
up her own revolver, and fired, not at the man, but at
the head of his horse. It reared and fell, and a moment
after her own rose in the air, touched the ground beyond,
and went on. It had leapt the fallen one and his rider,
and was leaving them behind.
The man on the ground twisted his body around on
his crushed leg, pinned under the pony, aimed deliber-
ately at the white figure, and fired. Felipa's firm hold
upon her revolver turned to a clutch, and her mouth fell
open in a sharp gasp. But very deliberately she put
the revolver into its holster, and then she laid her hand
against her side. At once the palm was warm with
blood.
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She drew her horse down to a gallop, and the jar of
the changed gait made her moan. There was no haste
now. Her own men had come upon the desperadoes and
there was a quick volley. And ahead, riding fast
toward her from the top of a little rise, was a man on
a white horse her husband, she knew.
She gave a dry little sob of unutterable glad relief
and tried to raise her voice and call to him, the call
they used for one another when they rode about the
ranch. But the sound was only a weak, low wail.
The horse came down to a walk. She had lost all
control of the reins now, and clung to the pommel with
both hands, swaying from side to side. She could hear
galloping hoofs, behind and in front or was it only
the blood, the icy cold blood, pounding in her ears ?
The horse stopped, and she reeled blindly in her seat
into a pair of strong arms that caught her and drew
her down. A voice was saying words she could not
hear, but she knew the voice so well. And she smiled
and dropped her head down upon her husband's shoul-
der. " Just just in time," she whispered very low.
" In time, Felipa ? In time for what, dear ? " but
there was no answer.
He turned her face up to the moonlight, and the head
fell heavily back with the weight of hair. The half-
closed eyes looked unseeing up to him, and the quiet
lips smiled still.
" Felipa ! " he cried, " Felipa ! "
But only a coyote barked from a knoll near by.
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