dian. Even in the act the intelligent animal
tried to keep from striking the body with his hoofs. But that was not
possible. A yell, hideous in its passion, signaled this feat of
horsemanship.

The Mexican made no move to trample the body of the Papago. He turned
the black to ride again over the other Indian. That brought into
Gale's mind what he had heard of a Mexican's hate for a Yaqui. It
recalled the barbarism of these savage peons, and the war of
extermination being waged upon the Yaquis.

Suddenly Gale was horrified to see the Yaqui writhe and raise a feeble
hand. The action brought renewed and more savage cries from the
Mexicans. The horse snorted in terror.

Gale could bear no more. He took a quick shot at the rider. He missed
the moving figure, but hit the horse. There was a bound, a horrid
scream, a mighty plunge, then the horse went down, giving the Mexican a
stunning fall. Both beast and man lay still.

Gale rushed from his cover to intercept the other raiders before they
could reach the house and their weapons. One fellow yelled and ran
wildly in the opposite direction; the other stood stricken in his
tracks. Gale ran in close and picked up the gun that had dropped from
the raider leader's hand. This fellow had begun to stir, to come out
of his stunned condition. Then the frightened horses burst the corral
bars, and in a thundering, dust-mantled stream fled up the arroyo.

The fallen raider sat up, mumbling to his saints in one breath, cursing
in his next. The other Mexican kept his stand, intimidated by the
threatening rifle.

"Go, Greasers! Run!" yelled Gale. Then he yelled it in Spanish. At
the point of his rifle he drove the two raiders out of the camp. His
next move was to run into the house and fetch out the carbines. With a
heavy stone he dismantled each weapon. That done, he set out on a run
for his horse. He took the shortest cut down the arroyo, with no
concern as to whether or not he would encounter the raiders. Probably
such a meeting would be all the worse for them, and they knew it.
Blanco Sol heard him coming and whistled a welcome, and when Gale ran
up the horse was snorting war. Mounting, Gale rode rapidly back to the
scene of the action, and his first thought, when he arrived at the
well, was to give Sol a drink and to fill his canteens.

Then Gale led his horse up out of the waterhole, and decided before
remounting to have a look at the Indians. The Papago had