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CHAPTER XIV
REFUGEES IN THE MOUNTAINS
Without a knowledge of direction or purpose, Ridge suffered himself to
be guided by his unknown friend through several narrow streets. They
ran at top speed and in silence, but behind them came a clamor of
soldiers from the guard-house. By their shouts that a prisoner was
escaping, these aroused that portion of the town, and frightened
occupants of squalid houses caught shadowy glimpses of the fugitives as
they sped past. To the pursuers these same spectators pointed eagerly
the course taken by those who fled, so that the scent of the chase was
kept hot.
A sudden turn disclosed three horses, one bearing a rider, and all
standing motionless. A glad whinny of recognition came from one as
Ridge Norris gained its side, and in another moment his own Se�orita
was speeding him away from the scene of his recent danger.
As the three swept through the outer picket-line unharmed by its thick
flying bullets, they were startled by a clatter of hoofs at right
angles to their course, and coming swiftly towards them. A cavalry
patrol warned by the uproar, and catching sight of the fugitives in the
growing dawn, was striving to intercept them. They also fired as they
rode, and two of those who fled bent low over their horses' necks that
they might offer as small a mark as possible. Not so the young
American, who now found himself under fire for the first time in his
life. He had found his rifle still attached to the saddle; and now,
with every drop of blood in his body at fighting heat, he sat erect,
half turned, and fired back until every shot in his magazine was
exhausted. As a result, several of the pursuers dropped from the
chase; but it was hotly maintained by the others, who also kept up a
desultory shooting.
They had gained a good mile from town when suddenly one of Ridge's
companions uttered a sharp cry, in a voice distinctly feminine, and
reeled in her saddle. The other, whom Ridge now knew to be del Concha,
leaped from his horse and caught her in his arms as she fell.
"We must make a stand and fight!" he cried, as Ridge reined Se�orita to
a sudden halt beside him. "Drive the beasts ahead and conceal yourself
on the other side. I will remain here."
They were already among the foothills of the Almiqui Mountains, and had
just passed a low crest which, for the moment, hid them from their
pursuers. The ambush was so quickly arranged that, two minutes later
when these appeared, they saw nothing of it and heard only a rush of
horses' hoofs in the ravine below.
With a yell the Spanish cavalrymen put spurs to their steeds and dashed
down the declivity. The first two were allowed to pass. Then came a
double flash of flame from the bushes and one of the riders fell, while
another uttered the cry of a wounded man. Two more were killed before
the panic-stricken horsemen were borne beyond range. Those who
remained unhurt left the road and fled for their lives down the bed of
a little stream that crossed it at the foot of the hill. The wounded
man was despatched by del Concha where he lay, before Ridge could
interpose a word in his behalf.
"And why not?" asked the Cuban, as he coolly wiped his machete on the
grass. "Can the blood-debt that I owe them ever be paid? Are they not
adding to it every day? Even now, does not she who is dearest of all
the world to me lie wounded at their hands?"
"But, I thought you were in their service, and that they trusted you."
"So they do trust me, and to their sorrow," replied del Concha, with a
bitter laugh. "But there is no time for explanations. A precious life
hangs in the balance, and only instant action may save it. If you can
recover the horses, or even one of them, all may go well. If not,
there is little room for hope."
Without reply Ridge whistled a shrill note that echoed sharply among
the hills. The distant neigh of a horse came in answer, and he started
on a run down the road. At the foot of the slope he encountered
Se�orita coming back to meet him; and springing to her back he went in
pursuit of her companions whom he soon discovered grazing by the
wayside. At sight of him they fled at full speed; but they might as
well have raced with the wind as with the fleet-footed mare; and,
within ten minutes from the time of leaving del Concha, Ridge returned,
leading the horse the Cuban had ridden. The other was left, tied to a
tree where he had captured it.
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