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DESERT GOLD by Zane Grey Author of Riders of the Purple Saiie, Wildfire* Etc. Copyrlffht by Harper & Brother* CHAPTER XVII? Continued. ?17? Beldlng pondered. He did not now for u moment consider nn accidental discharge of dynamite. But why had this blast been set off? The loose sandy soil had yielded readily to shovel; there were no- rocks; as far as construction of a ditch was con cerned such a blast would have done more harm than good. Slowly, with reluctant feet. Beldlng walked toward a green hollow, where In a cluster of willows lay the never failing spring that his horses loved so well, and, indeed, which he loved no less. lie was Just in time to see the last of the water. It seemed to sink as in quicksand. The shape of the hole had changeo. The tremendous force of the blast had obstructed or diverted the underground stream of water. Belding's never-failing spring had been ruined. What had made thja lit tle plot of ground green and sweet and fragrant was now 110 more. Beld ing's first feeling was for the pity of It. He thought how many times In the middle of hot summer nfghts he had come down to the spring to drink. Never again ! The pall of dust drifting over him, the din of the falling water up at the dam, diverted Belding's mind to the Chases. All at once he was in the harsh grip of a cold certainty. The blast had been set off Intentionally to ruin his spring. What a hellish trick! No westerner, no Indian or Mexican, no desert man could have been guilty of such a crime. To ruin a beautiful, clear, cool, never-failing stream of water in the desert ! It was then that Belding's worry ( and indecision and brooding were as If they had never existed. He went ! directly to his room, and with an air that was now final lie buckled on hi,* gun belt. He looked the gun over and tried the action. He squared himself and walked a little more erect. Some long-lost individuality had returned to j Belding. "Lot's see," he was saying. "I can Ret Carter to send the horses I've got left hark to Waco to my brother. I'll muke Nell take what money there Is ami go hunt up her mother. The Gales are ready to go ? today, If I say the word. Nell can travel with them part way East. That's your game, Tom Belding, don't mistake me." As he went out he encountered Mr. Gale coming up the walk. The long sojourn at Forlorn River, despite the fact that it had been laden with a sus pense which was gradually changing to a sad certainty, had been of great benefit to Dick's father. The dry air, the heat, and the quiet had made him, If not entirely a well man, certainly stronger than he had been In many years. "Belding, what was that terrible roar?" asked Mr. Gale. "We were badly frightened until Miss Nell came to us. We feared It was an earth quake." ; "Well, I'll tell you, Mr. Gale; we've had some quakes here, but none of them could hold a candle to this Jar we Just had." Then Belding explained what had caused the explosion, and why It had been set off so close to his property. Heavy steps sounded outside ou the flagstones, then the door rattled un . der a strong knock. Belding opened It. The Chases, father and son, stood beyond the threshold. "Good morning, Belding," said the elder Chase. "We were routed out early by that big blast and came up to see what was wrong. All a blunder. The Greaser foreman was drunk yes terday, and his ignorant men made a mistake. Sorry If the blast bothered you. I was a little worried? you've always been so touchy ? we never could get together. I hurried over, fearing maybe you might think the blast ? you see, Belding ? " N "I see this, Mr. Ben Chase," Inter rupted Belding, in curt and ringing voice. "The blast was a mistake, the biggest you ever made In your life." "What do you mean?" demanded Chase. "You'll have to excuse me for a while, unless you're dead set on hav ing it out right now. Mr. Gale and his family are leaving, and iny daughter Is going with them. I'd rather you'd watt a little." ?'Nell going away!" exclaimed Rad ford Chase. He reminded Reldlng of an overgrown boy In disappointment. "Yes. But ? Miss Burton to you, young man ? " "Mr. Belding, I certainly would pre fer a conference with you right now," Interposed the elder Chase, cutting short Beldlng's strange speech. "There are other matters? important matters to discuss. They've got to be settled. May we step in, sir?" "No, you may not," replied Belding, bluntly. "I'm sure particular who I Invite Into my house. But Til go with yon." Belding stepped out and closed the door. "Come away from the house so the women won't hear the ? the talk." The elder Chase was purple wltV rage, yet seemed to be controlling It. The Younger vatjk loekeA black, sullen, Impatient. Ben Chase found his voice about the time Beldlng halted under the trees out of earshot from the house. "Sir, you've Insulted me ? my son. How dare you? I want you to under stand that you're ? " "Chop that kind of talk to me. you 1" inter rupted Beldlng. He had ahvays been profane, and now he certainly did not choose his language. Chase turned livid, gasped, and seemed about to give way to fury. But something about Beld lng evidently exerted a powerful quiet ing influence. "If you talk sense I'll listen," went on Beldlng. "I want to make a last effort to pro pitiate you," began Chase, In his quirk, smooth voice. That was a singular change to Beldlng ? the dropping In stantly Into an easy flow of speech. "You've had losses here, arid naturally you're sore. 1 don't blame you. But you can't see this thing from my side of the fence. Business Is business. In business the best man wins. The law upheld those transactions of mine the honesty of which you questioned. Now I want to run that main ditch along the river, through your farm. Can't we make a deal? I'm ready to be lib eral- -to meet you more than halfway. I'll give you an Interest in the com pany. I think I've Influence enough up at the capitol to have you reinstated as Inspector. A little reasonableness on your part will put you right again In Forlorn Itlver, with a chance of grow ing rich. There's a big future hefe.\ ... My interest, "Belding, has become personal. Radford Is in love with your stepdaughter. He wants to marry her. Now let's get together not only in busi ness, but In a family way. If my son's happiness depends upou having tills girl, you may rest assured I'll do all I can to get her for him. I'll absolutely make good all your losses. Now what do you say?" "No," replied Beldlng. "Your money can't buy a right1 of way across my ranch. And Nell doesn't want your son. That settles that." "But you could persuade her." "I won't, that's all." "May I ask why?" Chase's voice was losing Its suave quality, but it was even swifter than before. "Sure. I don't mind your asking," replied Beldlng, in slow deliberation. /y Ho Was Just in Time to See the Last of the Water. "I wouldn't do such a low-down trick. Besides, If I would, I'd want It to be a man I was persuading for. I know Greasers? I know a Yaqul I'd rather give Nell to than your son." Radford Chase began to roar In Inar ticulate rage. Belding paid no atten tion to him; indeed, he never glanced at the young man. The elder Chase checked a violent start. "My son's offer of marriage Is an honor ? more an honor, sir, than you perhaps are aware of." Belding made no reply. He waited coldly, sure of himself. "Mrs. Beldlng's daughter has no right to the name of Burton," snapped Chase. . "Did you know that?" "I did not," replied Belding, quietly. "Well, you know it now," added Chase, bitlngly. "Sure you ct>n prove what you suy?" queried Belding, in the same cool, un emotional tone. It struck him strange ly at the moment what little knowledge this man had of the West and of west ern character. "Prove It? Why, yes, I tbink so, enough to make the truth plain to any reasonable man. I come from Peoria ? was born and r&ised there. I Vent to school with Nell Warren. That was your wife's maiden name. She was a beautiful, gay girl. I knew Bob Burton well. He was a splendid fellow, but wild. Nobody ever knew for sure, but we all supposed he was engaged to marry Nell. He left Peoria, however, anil soon after that the truth about Nell came out. She ran away. . It was at least a couple of months before Bur ton showed up in Peoria. He did not stay long. Then for years nothing was heard of either of them. When word did come Nell was In Oklahoma, Bur ton was In Denver. There's a chance, of course, that Burton followed Nell and married her. That would account for Nell Warren taking the name of Burton. But Isn't likely. None of us ever beard of such a thing and wouldn't have believed It If we had. In a moment of amazement ? when I recognized your wife as an old school mute ? I blurted the thing out to Rad ford. You nee now how little It mat ters to me, when I ask your stepdaugh i tec's hand In marriage for my son." i Seldlng stood listening. The genuine emotion in Chase'i voice was as strong as the ring of truth. Belding knew truth when he heard It. "So you told my wife you'd respect her secret ? keep her dlslionor from her husband and daughter?" demanded Belding, his dark gaze sweeping back from the lane. ? "What! I? I?" stammered Chase. "You made your son swear to b? a man and die before he'd hint the thing to Nell?" went on Belding, and his voice rang louder. Ben Chase had no answer. The red left his face. His sou slunk back against the fence. "I say you never held this secret over the heads of my wife and her daughter?" thundered Belding. He had his answer in the gray faces, ?n the Hps that fear made mute. Like a flash Belding saw the whole truth of Mrs. Belding's agony, the reason for her departure ; he saw what had 'been driving Nell ; and It seemed that all the dogs of hell were loosed within his heart. He struck out blindly, Instinc tively in his pain, and the blow sent Ben Chase staggering into the fence corner. Then he stretched forth a long arm and whirled Kadford Chase back beside his father. "And now, gentlemen," went on Bel ding, speaking low and with difficulty, "seeing I've turned down your proposi tion, I suppose you think you've no more call to keep your mouths shut?" The elder Chase appeared fascinated by something he either saw or felt In Belding, and his gray face grew grayer. He put up a shaking hand. Then Rad ford Chase, livid and snarling, burst out: "I'll talk till I'm black In the face. You can't stop nrc!" "You'll go black in the face, but It won't be from talking," hissed Belding. His big arm swept down, and when he threw It up the gun glittered in his hand. Simultaneously with the latter action pealed out a shrill, penetrating whistle. ? The whistle of a horse ! It froze Ber ing's arm aloft. For an instant he could not move even his eyes. The familiarity of that whistle was terri ble in its power to rob him of strength. Then he heard the rapid, heavy pound of hoofs, and again the piercing whistle. "Blanco Diablo!" he cried, huskily. He turned to see a hoge white horse come thundering Into the yard. A wild, gaunt, terrible horse ; Indeed, the loved Blanco Diablo. A bronzed, long haired Indian bestrode him. More white horses galloped Into the yard, pounded to a halt, whistling home. BeldinK saw a slim shadow of a girl who seemed all great black eyes. Then Nell came rushing from the house, her golden hair flying, her hands outstretched, her face wonder ful. "Dick! Dick! Oh-h-h, Dick!" she cried. Her voice seemed to quiver in Belding's heart. v , Belding's eyes began to blur. He was not sure he saw clearly. Whose face was this now close before hlni ? a long thin, shrunken face, haggard, tragic in its semblance of torture, al most of death? But the eyes were keen and kind. "I shore am glad to see you all," said a (well -remembered voice In a slow, cobl drawl. CHAPTER XVIII Reality Against Dreams. Dirk Gale was standing bowed over Nell's slight form, almost hidden In his arms. Belding hugged them both. He was like a hoy. He saw Ben Chase and his Son slip away under the trees, but the circumstances meant nothing to him then. "Dick ! Dick !" he roared. "Is It you? . . . Say, who do you thlnk's here ? here. In Forlorn River?" It was then three more persons came upon the qpene ? Elsie Gale, running swiftly, her father assisting Mrs. Gale, who appeared about to faint. "Relding! Who on earth's that?" cried Dick, hoarsely. "Quien sabe, my son," replied Beld- j lng; and now his voice seemed a little shaky. "Nell, come here. Give him . a chnnc#." Belding slipped his arm round Nell, and whispered in her ear. "This'U be great !" Elsie Gale's face was white and agi tated, a face expressing extreme joy. "Oh, brother! Mamma saw you? papa saw you, and never knew you! But I knew you when you jumped quick? that way? off your horse. And now I don't know you. You wild man ! You giant! You splendid barbarian! . . . Mamma, papa, hurry! It is Dick! Look at him. Just look at him ! Oh-h, thank Cod !" Belding turned away and drew Nell with him. In another second she and Mercedes were clasped In each other's arms. Then followed a time of joyful greetings all round. Diablo found his old spirit; Blanco. Sol tossed his head and whistled his satisfaction ; White Woman pranced to and fro; and pres ently they all settled down to quiet grazing. How good it was for Belding to see those white shapes against the rich background of green! His eyes glistened. It was a sight he had never expected to see again. He lingered there many moments when he wanted to hurry back to his rangers. At last he tore himself away from watching Blanco Diablo and returned to the house. It was only to find that he might have spared himself the hur ry. Jim and Ladd were' lying on the beds that had not held them for so many months. Their slumber seemed as deep and quiet as death. Curiously Belding gazed down upon them. They had removed only boots and chaps. Their clothes were in tatters. Jim ap peared iittle more than skin and bones, a long shape, dark and hard as iron. Ladd's appearance shocked Belding. The ranger looked an old i man, blasted, shriveled, starved. . ' c: Abott the middle of the forenoon on the following day the rangers hob bled out of the kitchen to the porch. "I'm u sick man, I tell you, Ladd was complaining, "an1 I gotta be fed. Soup! Beef tea! That ain't so much as wind to me/ I want about a barrel of bread an' butter, an* a whole plat ter of mashed potatoes with gravy an green stuff? all kinds of green stuff? nn* a whole big apple pie. Give me everythln' an' anythln' to eat but meat. Shore I never, never want to taste meat again, an' sight of a piece of sheep meat would jest about finish me. . . . J'm. y?u used to be a human bein' that stood up for Charlie Ladd." "Laddv, I'm lined up beside you with both gu?s," replied Jim, plaintively. "Hungry? Say. the smell of break fast in that kitchen made my mouth water so I near choked to death. I reckon we're gcttin' most onhuman treatment." ^ , "But I'm a sick man," protested Ladd. "an* I'm agoin'' to fall over in a minute if somebody don't feed me. Nell, you used to be fond of me. "Oh, Laddy. I am yet," replied Nell. "Shore, I don't believe It. Any girl with a tender heart Just couldn't let a man starve under her eyes. . . . Look at Dick, there. I'll bet he's bad something to eat, uiebbe potatoes an' gravy, au' pie an ? " "Laddy, Dick bus bad no more than I gave you ? indeed, uot nearly so much." ' "Shore he's had a lot of kisses then, for he hasn't hollered onct about this treatment." "Perhaps he has," said Nell, with a blush; "and if you think that? they would h?Ip you to be reasonable I might ? I'll ? " "Well, powerful fond as I am of you, just now kisses'll have to run second to bread an' buttar." * "Oh, Laddy, what a gallant Speech !' laughed Nell. "I'm sorry, but I've dad's orders." "Laddy," Interrupted Beidlng. "you've got to be broke in gradually to -eating. Now you know that. You'd be the se verest kind of a boss if you had some starved beggars on your hands." "But I'm sick? I'm dyln'," howled Ladd. "You were never sick In your life, and if al! .the bullet holes I see In you couldn't Llil you. why, you never will die." "Can I smoke?" queried Ladd, with sudden animation. "My Gawd, I used to smoke. Shore I've forgot. Nell, if you want to be reinstated in my gal lery of angels, just find me a pipe an' tobacco." "I've hung onto my pipe," said Jim, thoughtfully. "I reckon I had It emp-. ty in my mouth for seven years or so, wasn't it, Laddy? A long time! I can see the red lava an' the red haze, an' the red twilight creepln* up. It was hot an' some lonely. Then the wind, and always that awful silence! An' always Yaqui watohin' the west, an Laddy with his clickers, an' Mer cedes burnin' up, wastin' away to not liin' hut eyes! It's all there? I'll never got rid ? " "Chop that kind of talk." interrupt ed Belding. bluntly. "Tell us where Yaqui took you? what happened to Itojas? ? why you seemed lost for so long." ? ; "I reck6n Laddy can tell all tliat host ; hut when it come to Itojas' fin ish I'll tell what I seen, an' so'll Dick an' Thorne. Laddy missed Itojas' fin ish. Bar none, that was the ? " "I'm a sick man, but I can talk," put In Ladd, "an' shore I don't want the whole story exaggerated none by Jim." Ladd filled the pipe Nell brought, puffed ecstatically at it, and settled himself upon the . bench for a long talk. He talked . for two hours ? talked till his voice weakened to u husky whisper. At the conclusion of his story there was an Impressive si lence. Then Elsie Gale stood up, and with her band on Dick's shoulder, her eyes bright and warm as sunlight, she showed the rangers what a woman thought of them and of the Yaqul. Nell clung to Dick, weeping silently. Mrs. Gale was overcome, and Mr. Gale, very white and quiet, helped her up to her room. Early in the afternoon of the next day Belding encountered Dick at the water barrel. "Belding, this Is river water, and muddy at that," said Dick. "Lord knows I'm not kicking. But I've dreamed some of our cool running spring, and I want a drink from it." "Never again, son. The spring's gone, faded, sunk, dry as dust." "Dry !" Gale slowly straightened. "We've had rains. The river's full. The spring out to be overflowing. What's wrong? Why is it dry?" "Dick, seeing you're interested, I may as well tell you that a big charge of nitroglycerin choked my spring." "Nitroglycerin?" echoed Gale. Then he gave a quick start. "My mind's beer, on home, Nell, my family. But all the same I felt something was wrong here with the ranch, with you, with Nell. . . Belding, that ditch there is dry. The roses are dead. The little green in that grass has come with the rains. What's happened? The ranch's run down. Now I look around I See a change." "Some change, yes," replied Belding, bitterly. "Listen, son." Briefly, but not the less forcibly for that, Belding related his story of the operations of the Chases. With deep voice that had many a brenk and tremor he told Gale how Nell had been bounded by Radford Chase, how her mother had been driven by Ben Chase ? the whole sad story. "So that's the trouble! Poor little girl !" murmured Gale, brokenly. "I felt something was wrong. Nell wasn't uatural, like her old self." "It was hard on Nell," said Beldiac, simply. "But It'll be better sow you're here. DIek, I know the girl. She'll re fuse to marry you and you'll have a hard job to break her down, as hard as the one you just rode in off of. I think I know you, too, or I wouldn't be saying ? " 'Tor God's sake, you don't believe what Chase said?" queried Gale. In passionate haBte. "It's a lie. I swear It's a lie. I know It's a lie. And I've got to tell Nell this minute. Come on In with me. I want you, Be!ding. Oh, why didn't you tell me sooner?" Beiding felt himself dragged by an Iron arm into the sitting room, out into the patio, and across that to where Nell sat In her door. At sight of them she gave a little cry, drooped for an In stant, then raised a pale, still face, with eyes beginning to darken. "Dearest, I know now why you are not wearing my mother's ring," said Gale, steadily and low-voiced. "Dick, I am not worthy," she re plied, and held out a trembling hand with the ring lying in the palm. Swift as light Gale caught her hand and slipped the ring back upon the third finger. "Nell ! Look at me. It is your en gagement ring. . . . Listen. I don't believe this ? this thing that's been tor turing you. I know it's a lie. I am absolutely sere your mother will prove tt a lie. She must have suffered ence ? perhaps there was a sad error? btrt the thing you fear is not true. But, hear me, dearest; even If It was true it wouldn't make the slightest difference to me. I want you all the more to be my wife ? to let me make you forget ? to " She rose swiftly with the passionate abandon of a woman stirred to h? depths, and she kissed him. "Oh, Dick, you're good ? so good I You'll never know ? just what those words mean to me. They've saved n* ?I think." 'Then, dearest, It's all rtght?" Dick questioned, eagerly. "You will ke<p your promise? You will marry me?" The glow, the light faded out of her face, and now the blue eyes were al most bladk. She drooped and shook her head. They had forgotten Beiding, who stepped back into the shade. "I love you with ray whole heart and soul. I'd die for you," whispered Nell, with clenching hands. "But I won't disgrace you. Dick, you give not one thought to your family. Would they receive me as your wlfe7* "They surely would," rep'.led Gfald, steadily. "No! oh no!" "You're wrong, Nell. I'm glad you said that. You give me a chance to prove something. I'll go this minute and tell them ail. I'll be back here in less than ? " "Dick, you will not tell her? your mother?" cried Nell, with her eyes streaming. "You will not? Oh, I can't bear it ! She's so proud ! And, Dick, ! I love her. Don't Jell her! Please, I please don't ! She'll be going soon. She 1 needn't ever know? about me. Please don't go !" "Neil, I'm sorry. I hate to hurt you* j But you're wrong. You can't see thing* j clearly. This is your happiness I'm fighting for. And it's my life. . . ? Walt here, clear. I won't be long." Gale ran across the patio and dl*? appeared. Nell sank to the doorstep: ! and as she met the question in Bel ding's eyes she shook her head mour^ fully. They waited without speaking. It seemed a long while before Gale re- J turned. Belding thrilled at sight ol him. There was more boy about him than Belding had ever seen. Dick wa4 coming swiftly, flushed, glowing, eagei, erec^, almost smiling. "I told them. I swore It was a 1I?, but I wanted them to decide as If I'i were true. I didn't have to waste m minute on Blsle. She loves you, Nell, The governor is crazy about you. 1 didn't have to waste two minutes oil him. Mother used up the time. Shu wanted to know all there was to tell. She Is proud, yes; but, Nell. I wish you could have seen how she took the ? the story about you. Why, she never thought of me at all, until fthe had cried over you. Nell, she loves you, too. They all love you. Ob, it's sn good to tell you. I think mothetf realizes the part you have had in tliu ? what shall I call it?? the regenera tlon of Richard Gale. Doesn't tlw sound fine? Darling, mother not onl;? consents, she wants you to be my wife. Do you hear that? And listen ? she had me in a corner and, of course, beinu my mother, she put on the screws. Shu made me promise that we'd live In tlm East half the year. That^ means Chi cago, Cape May, New York ? you se?, I'm not exactly the lost son any mora. Why, Nell, dear, you'll have tn learn who Dick Gale really Is. But I al ways want to be the ranger you helped me become, and ride Blanco Sol, and see a little of the desert. Don't let th? Idea of big cities frighten you. We'll always love the open places best. Now, Nell, say you'll forget this trouble. 1 know It'll come all right. Say you'B marry "me soon. . . . 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