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After seven of them the animal slowed to a walk。 Senor Johnson allowed
him to get his wind； then spurred him on again。 He did not even take the
ordinary precautions of a pursuer。 He did not even glance to the horizon
in search。 About supper…time he came to the first ranch house。
There he took a bite to eat and exchanged his horse for another； a favourite
of his； named Button。 The two men asked no questions。 〃See Mrs。
Johnson go through？〃 asked the Senor from the saddle。 〃Yes； about
three o'clock。 Brent Palmer driving her。 Bound for Willets to visit the
preacher's wife； she said。 Ought to catch up at the Circle I。 That's
where they'd all spend the night； of course。 So long。〃 Senor
Johnson knew now the couple would follow the straight road。 They
would fear no pursuit。 He himself was supposed not to return for a week；
and the story of visiting the minister's wife was not only plausible； it was
natural。 Jed had upset calculations； because Jed was shrewd； and had
eyes in his head。 Buck Johnson's first mental numbness was wearing
away； he was beginning to think。 The night was very still and very
dark； the stars very bright in their candle…like glow。 The man； loping
steadily on through the darkness； recalled that other night； equally still；
equally dark； equally starry； when he had driven out from his accustomed
life into the unknown with a woman by his side； the sight of whom asleep
had made him feel 〃almost holy。〃 He uttered a short laugh。 The
pony was a good one； well equal to twice the distance he would be called
upon to cover this night。 Senor Johnson managed him well。 By long
experience and a natural instinct he knew just how hard to push his mount；
just how to keep inside the point where too rapid exhaustion of vitality
begins。 Toward the hour of sunrise he drew rein to look about him。
The desert； till now wrapped in the thousand little noises that make night
silence； drew breath in preparation for the awe of the daily wonder。 It lay
across the world heavy as a sea of lead； and as lifeless； deeply unconscious；
like an exhausted sleeper。 The sky bent above； the stars paling。 Far
away the mountains seemed to wait。 And then； imperceptibly； those in
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the east became blacker and sharper； while those in the west became
faintly lucent and lost the distinctness of their outline。 The change was
nothing； yet everything。 And suddenly a desert bird sprang into the air
and began to sing。 Senor Johnson caught the wonder of it。
The wonder of it seemed to him wasted； useless； cruel in its effect。 He
sighed impatiently； and drew his hand across his eyes。
The desert became grey with the first light before the glory。 In the
illusory revealment of it Senor Johnson's sharp frontiersman's eyes made
out an object moving away from him in the middle distance。 In a
moment the object rose for a second against the sky line； then disappeared。
He knew it to be the buckboard； and that the vehicle had just plunged into
the dry bed of an arroyo。 Immediately life surged through
him like an electric shock。 He unfastened the riata from its sling； shook
loose the noose； and moved forward in the direction in which he had last
seen the buckboard。 At the top of the steep little bank he
stopped behind the mesquite； straining his eyes； luck had been good to
him。 The buckboard had pulled up； and Brent Palmer was at the moment
beginning a little fire； evidently to make the morning coffee。
Senor Johnson struck spurs to his horse and half slid； half fell； clattering；
down the steep clay bank almost on top of the couple below。
Estrella screamed。 Brent Palmer jerked out an oath； and reached for
his gun。 The loop of the riata fell wide over him； immediately to be
jerked tight； binding his arms tight to his side。 The bronco…buster；
swept from his feet by the pony's rapid turn； nevertheless struggled
desperately to wrench himself loose。 Button； intelligent at all rope work；
walked steadily backward； step by step； taking up the slack； keeping the
rope tight as he had done hundreds of times before when a steer had
struggled as this man was struggling now。 His master leaped from the
saddle and ran forward。 Button continued to walk slowly back。 The
riata remained taut。 The noose held。 Brent Palmer fought savagely；
even then。 He kicked； he rolled over and over； he wrenched violently at
his pinioned arms； he twisted his powerful young body from Senor
Johnson's grasp again and again。 But it was no use。 In less than a
minute he was bound hard and fast。 Button promptly slackened the rope。
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The dust settled。 The noise of the combat died。 Again could be heard
the single desert bird singing against the dawn。
CHAPTER TWELVE IN THE ARROYO
Senor Johnson quietly approached Estrella。 The girl had； during the
struggle； gone through an aimless but frantic exhibition of terror。 Now
she shrank back； her eyes staring wildly； her hands behind her； ready to
flop again over the brink of hysteria。 〃What are you going to do？〃 she
demanded； her voice unnatural。 She received no reply。 The man
reached out and took her by the arm。 And then at once； as though
the personal contact of the touch had broken through the last crumb of
numbness with which shock had overlaid Buck Johnson's passions； the
insanity of his rage broke out。 He twisted her violently on her face； knelt
on her back； and； with the short piece of hard rope the cowboy