“Tom, you can gamble she’s gone,” said Ladd.

“Aw, hell, no!  Jim, what do you think?” implored Belding.

“I reckon Sol’s white head is pointed level an’ straight down the Casita trail.  An’ Nell can ride.  We’re losing’ time.”

That roused Belding to action.

“I say you’re all wrong,” he yelled, starting for the corrals.  “She’s only taking a little ride, same as she’s done often.  But rustle now.  Find out.  Dick, you ride cross the valley.  Jim, you hunt up and down the river.  I’ll head up San Felipe way.  And you, Laddy, take Diablo and hit the Casita trail.  If she really has gone after Thorne you can catch her in an hour or so.”

“Shore I’ll go,” replied Ladd.  “But, Beldin’, if you’re not plumb crazy you’re close to it.  That big white devil can’t catch Sol.  Not in an hour or a day or a week!  What’s more, at the end of any runnin’ time, with an even start, Sol will be farther in the lead.  An’ now Sol’s got an hour’s start.”

“Laddy, you mean to say Sol is a faster horse than Diablo?” thundered Belding, his face purple.

“Shore.  I mean to tell you just that there,” replied the ranger.

“I’ll—­I’ll bet a—­”

“We’re wastin’ time,” curtly interrupted Ladd.  “You can gamble on this if you want to.  I’ll ride your Blanco Devil as he never was rid before, ’cept once when a damn sight better hossman than I am couldn’t make him outrun Sol.”

Without more words the men saddled and were off, not waiting for the Yaqui to come in with possible information as to what trail Blanco Sol had taken.  It certainly did not show in the clear sand of the level valley where Gale rode to and fro.  When Gale returned to the house he found Belding and Lash awaiting him.  They did not mention their own search, but stated that Yaqui had found Blanco Sol’s tracks in the Casita trail.  After some consultation Belding decided to send Lash along after Ladd.

The interminable time that followed contained for
Gale about as much suspense as he could well bear. 
What astonished him and helped him greatly to fight off
actual distress was the endurance of Nell’s mother.

Early on the morning of the second day, Gale, who had acquired an unbreakable habit of watching, saw three white horses and a bay come wearily stepping down the road.  He heard Blanco Sol’s familiar whistle, and he leaped up wild with joy.  The horse was riderless.  Gale’s sudden joy received a violent check, then resurged when he saw a limp white form in Jim Lash’s arms.  Ladd was supporting a horseman who wore a military uniform.

Gale shouted with joy and ran into the house to tell the good news.  It was the ever-thoughtful Mrs. Belding who prevented him from rushing in to tell Mercedes.  Then he hurried out into the yard, closely followed by the Beldings.

Lash handed down a ragged, travel-stained, wan girl into Belding’s arms.