The Greatest Adventure Books - MacLeod Raine Edition. William MacLeod Raine

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      Presently the girl in Ridgway's arms opened her eyes.

      "I heard what you and he said," she told him quietly.

      "About what?" he smiled down into the white face that looked up into his.

      "You know. About our danger. I'm not afraid, not the least little bit."

      "You needn't be. We're coming through, all right. Sam will make it to the ranch. He's a man in a million."

      "I don't mean that. I'm not afraid, anyway, whether we do or not."

      "Why?" he asked, his heart beating wildly.

      "I don't know, but I'm not," she murmured with drowsy content.

      But he knew if she did not. Her fear had passed because he was there, holding her in his arms, fighting to the last ounce of power in him for her life. She felt he would never leave her, and that, if it came to the worst, she would pass from life with him close to her. Again he knew that wild exultant beat of blood no woman before this one had ever stirred in him.

      Harley was the first to give up. He lurched forward and slipped from the saddle to the snow, and could not be cursed into rising. The man behind dismounted, put down his burden, and dragged the old man to his feet.

      "Here! This won't do. You've got to stick it out."

      "I can't. I've reached my limit." Then testily: "'Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone,'" he added wearily, with his everready tag of Scripture.

      The instant the other's hold on him relaxed the old man sank back. Ridgway dragged him up and cuffed him like a troublesome child. He knew this was no time for reasoning.

      "Are you going to lie down and quit, you old loafer? I tell you the ranch is only a mile or two. Here, get into the saddle."

      By sheer strength the younger man hoisted him into the seat. He was very tired himself, but the vital sap of youth in him still ran strong in his blood. For a few yards farther they pushed on before Harley slid down again and his horse stopped.

      Ridgway passed him by, guiding his bronco in a half-circle through the snow.

      "I'll send back help for you," he promised.

      "It will be too late, but save her—save her," the old man begged.

      "I will," called back the other between set teeth.

      Chinn was the next to drop out, and after him the one he called Husky. Both their horses had been abandoned a mile or two back, too exhausted to continue. Each of them Ridgway urged to stick to the trail and come on as fast as they could.

      He knew the horse he was riding could not much longer keep going with the double weight, and when at length its strength gave out completely he went on afoot, carrying her in his arms as on that eventful night when he had saved her from the blizzard.

      It was so the rescue-party found him, still staggering forward with her like a man in a sleep, flesh and blood and muscles all protestant against the cruelty of his indomitable will that urged them on in spite of themselves. In a dream he heard Yesler's cheery voice, gave up his burden to one of the rescuers, and found himself being lifted to a fresh horse. From this dream he awakened to find himself before the great fire of the living-room of the ranch-house, wakened from it only long enough to know that somebody was undressing him and helping him into bed.

      Nature, with her instinct for renewing life, saw to it that Ridgway slept round the clock. He arose fit for anything. His body, hard as nails, suffered no reaction from the terrific strain he had put upon it, and he went down to his breakfast with an appetite ravenous for whatever good things Yesler's Chinese cook might have prepared for him.

      He found his host already at work on a juicy steak.

      "Mornin'," nodded that gentleman. "Hope you feel as good as you look."

      "I'm all right, barring a little stiffness in my muscles. I'll feel good as the wheat when I've got outside of the twin steak to that one you have."

      Yesler touched a bell, whereupon a soft-footed Oriental appeared, turned almond eyes on his proprietor, took orders and padded silently back to his kingdom—the kitchen. Almost immediately he reappeared with a bowl of oatmeal and a pitcher of cream.

      "Go to it, Waring."

      His host waved him the freedom of the diningroom, and Ridgway fell to. Never before had food tasted so good. He had been too sleepy to eat last night, but now he made amends. The steak, the muffins, the coffee, were all beyond praise, and when he came to the buckwheat hot cakes, sandwiched with butter and drenched with real maple syrup, his satisfied soul rose up and called Hop Lee blessed. When he had finished, Sam capped the climax by shoving toward him his case of Havanas.

      Ridgway's eyes glistened. "I haven't smoked for days," he explained, and after the smoke had begun to rise, he added: "Ask what you will, even to the half of my kingdom, it's yours."

      "Or half of the Consolidated's," amended his friend with twinkling eyes.

      "Even so, Sam," returned the other equably. "And now, tell me how you managed to round us all up safely."

      "You've heard, then, that we got the whole party in time?"

      "Yes, I've been talking with one of your enthusiastic riders that went out with you after us. He's been flimflammed into believing you the greatest man in the United States. Tell me how you do it."

      "Nick's a good boy, but I reckon he didn't tell you quite all that."

      "Didn't he? You should have heard him reel off your praises by the yard. I got the whole story of how you headed the relief-party after you had reached the ranch more dead than alive."

      "Then, if you've got it, I don't need to tell you. I WAS a bit worried about the old man. He was pretty far gone when we reached him, but he pulled through all right. He's still sleeping like a top."

      "Is he?" His guest's hard gaze came round to meet his. "And the lady? Do you know how she stood it?"

      "My sister says she was pretty badly played out, but all she needs is rest. Nell put her in her own bed, and she, too, has been doing nothing but sleep."

      Ridgway smoked out his cigar in silence then tossed it into the fireplace as he rose briskly.

      "I want to talk to Mesa over the phone, Sam."

      "Can't do it. The wires are down. This storm played the deuce with them."

      "The devil! I'll have to get through myself then."

      "Forget business for a day or two, Waring, and take it easy up here," counseled his host.

      "Can't do it. I have to make arrangements to welcome Simon Harley to Mesa. The truth is, Sam, that there are several things that won't wait. I've got to frame them up my way. Can you get me through to the railroad in time to catch the Limited?"

      "I think so. The road has been traveled for two or three days. If you really must go. I hate to have you streak off like this."

      "I'd like to stay, Sam, but I can't. For one thing, there's that senatorial СКАЧАТЬ