“I’ll take the horses round to the stable, Miss Mackenzie. Probably I won’t see you again before I leave, but I’m hoping to meet you again in Tucson one of these days. Good-by.” She nodded a curt good-by and passed into the house. She was vexed and indignant, but had too strong a sense of humor not to enjoy a joke even when it was against herself. “I forgot to ask him whether he loves me or Tucson more, and as one of the subjects seems to be closed I’ll probably never find out,” she told herself, but with a queer little tug of pain in her laughter. Next moment she was in the arms of her father. CHAPTER XX. BACK TO GOD’S COUNTRY To minimize the risk, Megales and Carlo left the prison by the secret passage, following the fork to the river bank and digging at the piled-up sand till they had forced an exit. O’Halloran met them here with horses, and the three men followed the riverwash beyond the limits of the town and cut across by a trail to a siding on the Central Mexican Pacific tracks. The Irishman was careful to take no chances, and kept his party in the mesquit till the headlight of an approaching train was visible. It drew up at the siding, and the three men boarded one of the two cars which composed it. The coach next the engine was occupied by a dozen trusted soldiers, who had formerly belonged to the bodyguard of Megales. The last car was a private one, and in it the three found Henderson, Bucky O’Connor, and his little friend, the latter still garbed as a boy. Frances was exceedingly eager to don again the clothes proper to her sex, and she had promised herself that, once habited as she desired, nothing could induce her ever to masquerade again. Until she met and fell in love with the ranger she had thought nothing of it, since it had been merely a matter of professional business to which she had been forced. Indeed, she had sometimes enjoyed the humor of the deception. It had lent a spice o enjoyment to a life not crowded with it. But after she met Bucky there had grown up in her a new sensitiveness. She wanted to be womanly, to forget her turbid past and the shifts to which she had sometimes been put. She had been a child; she was now a woman. She wanted to be one of whom he need be in no way ashamed. When their train began to pull out of the depot at Chihuahua she drew a deep sigh of relief. “It’s good to get away from here back to the States. I’m tired of plots and counterplots. For the rest of my life I want to be just a woman,” she said to Bucky. The young man smiled. “I reckon I must quit trying to make you a gentleman. Fact is, I don’t want you to be one any more.” She slanted a look at him to see what that might mean and another up the car to make sure that Henderson was out of hearing. “It was rather hopeless, wasn’t it?” she smiled. “We’ll do pretty well if we succeed in making me a lady in course of time. I’ve a lot to learn, you know.”