Then he was gone.
Strangely it came to Gale then that he was glad. Yaqui had returned
to his own--the great spaces, the desolation, the solitude--to the
trails he had trodden when a child, trails haunted now by ghosts
of his people, and ever by his gods. Gale realized that in the
Yaqui he had known the spirit of the desert, that this spirit had
claimed all which was wild and primitive in him.
Tears glistened in Mercedes's magnificent black eyes, and Thorne
kissed them away--kissed the fire back to them and the flame to
her cheeks.
That action recalled Gale's earlier mood, the joy of the present, and
he turned to Nell's sweet face. The desert was there, wonderful,
constructive, ennobling, beautiful, terrible, but it was not for him
as it was for the Indian. In the light of Nell's tremulous returning
smile that strange, deep, clutching shadow faded, lost its hold
forever; and he leaned close to her, whispering: "Lluvia d'oro"--
"Shower of Gold."
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