Chapter 18
THE HERITAGE OF THE DESERT"MESCAL'S far out in front by this time. Depend on it, Hare,"
went on Naab. "That trick was the cunning Indian of her. She'll
ride Silvermane into White Sage to-morrow night. Then she'll hide
from Snap. The Bishop will take care of her. She'll be safe for the
present in White Sage. Now we must bury these men. To-morrow—my
son. Then—"
"What then?" Hare straightened up.
Unutterable pain darkened the flame in the Mormon's gaze. For an
instant his face worked spasmodically, only to stiffen into a stony
mask. It was the old conflict once more, the never-ending war
between flesh and spirit. And now the flesh had prevailed.
"The time has come!" said George Naab.
"Yes," replied his father, harshly.
A great calm settled over Hare; his blood ceased
