The Round-Up: A Romance of Arizona; Novelized from Edmund Day's MelodramaMurray, John
Philosophy
The Round-Up: A Romance of Arizona; Novelized from Edmund Day's Melodrama
Murray, John
Arizona -- Fiction; Love stories
Dick trembled with weakness. His swollen tongue clove to the roof of
his mouth. His lips were cracked and blackened. Bits of foam
flickered about the corners of his mouth. The glare blinded his eyes,
which were half-closed. At times fever-waves swept over him; again he
shuddered with cold.
Sounds of falling waters filled his ears. The sighing of the wind
through the canon walls suggested the trickling of fountains. Rivers
flowed before his eyes through green meadows, only to fade into the
desert as he gazed.
"What a land! what a land! It is the abode of the god of thirst! He
tempts men into his valley with the lure of gold, and saps the
life-blood from their bodies--drop by drop. Drop by drop I hear it
falling. No, it is water I hear! There it is! How cool it looks!"
Dick rose and staggered toward the cliff. In his delirium of thirst he
saw streams of water gush down the mountainside. Holding out his arms,
he cried: "Saved, saved!"
His hands fell limply by his sides as the illusion faded. He then
doubled them into fists, and shook them at the cliff in a last defiance
of despair. "You sha'n't drive me mad!"
He seized his empty canteen, pressing it to his lips.
"No, I drained that two days ago--or was it three?" he whispered in
panic, as he threw it aside.
Picking up his gun, he falteringly attempted the ascent. "I won't give
up--I won't," he shouted huskily. "I've fought the desert before and
conquered. I'll conquer again--I'll--"
His will-power ebbed with his failing strength. Blindness fell upon
him. Oblivion swept over him. He sank, dying of thirst, in the sands
of the desert.
As the buzzard finds the dead, so an Apache crept upon Dick as he lay
prostrate. But as the Indian aimed, he heard footsteps from a draw.
He saw a man approaching the spring. Silently he fled behind the rocks.
It was Jack. He had entered the Lava Beds from the east, closely
following the man for whom he had searched for so many weary months.
Others of the Apaches had marked him already. Knowing he would go to
the spring, they waited warily to learn if he were alone. The band had
scattered to surround him at the water-hole.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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