After the Ysabels left, Belle settled down. Wanting to travel fast, the men took all but Belle’s mount and the packhorse. In view of the new turn of events, Belle saddled her horse and left it tied ready for an immediate departure. Then she settled down to rest. She did not sleep and heard the sound of approaching hooves. Rising, she went to the horses and stood by their heads. The riders were travelling along the trail at the top of the slope and could not see her. With any luck, they ought to pass without becoming aware of her presence.
Blowing down the slope, the wind carried the scent of its kind to the packhorse. Just a moment too late Belle lunged forward and caught the horse’s nose to silence the whinny it gave. Seeing the riders turn and three of their number start in her direction, she knew there was only one thing to do. Releasing the packhorse, she freed her mount, swung into the saddle and charged from the bushes. At first she thought of launching the canoe across the river, then decided to try to draw away the Mexicans. Before she could turn the horse, a bullet ripped into it and it fell. Pitched from the saddle, Belle was winded by the fall and unable to resist when the men came down. With her Dance gone, she sat on the ground and studied her captors.
Only with an effort did Belle prevent her surprise showing at the sight of Eve Coniston riding with the Mexicans. At first Belle thought that she had fallen into Kraus’ hands. On second thoughts, she concluded that the Yankee woman was also a prisoner. The poor-quality horse and bare feet did not suggest she, Eve, rode of her own free will.
After reaching this conclusion, Belle gave thought to her own predicament. Whatever happened, she must not let the others suspect her identity. If possible, she wanted to get them away from the area before any of them started nosing around and found the canoe.
“You wait ’til Bully hears what you done!” she screeched in the accent of a poor southerner. “He’ll be riled about you-all shooting my hoss!”
“Who are you, señorita?” Sandos asked.
“Rosie-May Benstable, that’s who!” Belle replied, conscious of Eve’s eyes on her. “And I’m Bully Segan’s best gal.”
“She’s got good boots, Joaquin,” Juanita put in. “Nearly as good as mine.”
“I want them!” Rosa yelled, drawing the knife from her belt and starting towards Belle.
Tensing slightly, Belle prepared to defend herself. She watched the men’s faces and decided against making the attempt. Still partially winded by the fall, she could not give of her best. While a savate attack might, probably would, take Rosa by surprise, using it was not the answer. To demonstrate her skill would arouse the Mexicans’ suspicions. Even if they failed to understand the significance of what they saw, the Yankee woman might. Already ‘Emily Corstin’ had proved to be a smart, capable adversary and could be relied upon to draw the right conclusions. So Belle decided to avoid drawing too much attention to herself. Tangling in a hair-yanking brawl offered no way out, either. Rosa looked strong enough to make a hard fight. The longer they remained on the sand bar, the greater chance of somebody seeing the boat.
“Hey!” yelped Belle, backing off on her rump with well-simulated fear. “You’ll keep her off me, d’you hear!”
“She want your boots, señorita,” Sandos pointed out.
“Then she c’n have ’em!” Belle wailed, starting to ease the right boot off.
While doing so, she glanced at Eve Coniston and saw the other showing more interest in her surroundings than the Mexicans. Then their eyes met and a smile flickered momentarily on Eve’s lips. No matter what the Mexicans believed, Belle felt that she was not fooling the Yankee girl.
“Get the boots on pronto, Rosa!” Sandos ordered in Spanish, throwing a look towards the river. “The boats might come back and we don’t want to be caught down here.”
“What do we do with this one?” another of the gang inquired, indicating Belle with his thumb.
“Take her with us,” Sandos replied. “If she’s Bully Segan’s woman, we’d better keep her for him.”
“What’s she going to ride?”
“Get her up behind the other gringo.”
Having spent some of her time during the ride from Matamoros in improving her knowledge of Spanish, with Ysabel acting as tutor, Belle could follow the conversation. However she gave no sign of understanding what she heard. The time might come when her apparent lack of comprehension would pay off.
Escape would be impossible while seated behind Eve on the sway-backed horse, even if Belle could rely on the Yankee to cooperate, so she made no attempt. In his eagerness to leave the river’s edge, Sandos pushed his party at a good pace. So they missed noticing the tracks made by Belle and the Ysabels on their arrival.
Swinging away from the Rio Grande, they took a southeasterly direction for something over a mile. At last Sandos directed his horse into the mouth of a draw. As they turned a bend in the wide valley, they came into sight if the bandido camp. The fact that only two adobe jacales and a pole corral stood before them led Belle to assume the place was not the gang’s main headquarters. Probably it served as no more than a temporary hide-out handy for the border. From the general lack of life around the place, no other members of the gang were using it. Which still left six men and two women from whom Belle must escape.
“Put the women in there!” Sandos ordered, pointing to the smaller of the jacales. “When, we’ve fed, we’ll go across the river, spread out and find Cosme.”
“All of us?” Juanita asked.
“You and Rosa stop here to help Ruis guard the gringos,” Sandos replied and scowled at the girl. “Keep away from them until we learn what Cosme wants to do.”
“Si, Joaquin,” she answered. “Maybe then we have some fun with them.”
“Maybe,” Sandos grunted. “Lock them in the jacale.”
On entering the smaller building, Eve and Belle looked around them. From all appearances the building had been used before for a similar purpose. Since its construction the window had been closed to mere slits and the door made strong to resist being broken open. Trying to do so would make sufficient noise to alert their captors. Belle studied the building, trying to decide how they might escape.
“You thought fast back there,” Eve remarked, cutting into the other girl’s thoughts. “Trying to lead them off like that. Then giving the girl your boots. If we’d stayed around that sand bar much longer, somebody might have seen that canoe.”
“I don’t know what you-all getting at, for sure,” Belle answered. “When Bully comes—.”
“Drop it, Boyd. I know you now, even if I didn’t at the hotel in Matamoros,” Eve interrupted. “What’s wrong, did the Ysabels desert you?”
Realizing that her bluff had failed, Belle shrugged. “No. I suppose you’re a Yankee spy?”
“Yes.”
“Say! You must be Eve Coniston. I’ve heard about you.”
Despite herself, Eve could not hold down a beam of pleasure at the words. That the legendary Rebel Spy knew of her meant her work had not gone unnoticed. Usually when Eve announced her vocation, people asked if she was Pauline Cushman. However she put aside her thoughts and turned her attention back to their present situation.
“I thought one of them might see the canoe,” she said. “I did.”
“Why didn’t you tell them?”
“If I had, we might both be dead, or wishing we were. Where’re the Ysabels. Can we expect any help from them?”
“They went to Nava and won’t be back until late afternoon at the earliest.”
“1 don’t think we’ve that much time,” Eve remarked. “It looks like you and I work together—or die.”
“Why are they holding you?” Belle asked.
“For ransom,” Eve explained. “My loyal companion told them what an important person I am.”
Watching the bitter twist which came to Eve’s lips, Belle could see how she felt and guess as its cause. When word of Eve’s capture leaked out, the men who opposed using women for such important work would have another argument in their favor. Remembering the opposition to her own participation, Belly sympathized with Eve. She also realized that the other woman’s feelings might make her more willing to cooperate in escaping.
“What happened to him?” Belle inquired.
“They shot him down in cold blood. Lord! I can’t say I liked him as a man or a colleague, but even Ffauldes didn’t deserve what he got.”
“I don’t know what you think,” Belle remarked. “But I think we ought to try to escape.”
“So do I,” Eve stated grimly, showing Belle guessed correctly about her feelings. “The odds are steep against us doing it.”
“Sandos is taking all but one man and the girls across the river with him to look for their leader,” Belle said. “If we don’t escape before they get back with him, we’ll never make it.”
Before any more could be said, the door opened and the two Mexican girls entered followed by Sandos. The man indicated the tin plates loaded with food that his companions carried.
“Eat well, señoritas,” he ordered. “Cosme Danvila always feeds his visitors good—until he finds that nobody wants to pay to get them back.”
Taking the plate, Belle almost held her breath as she waited to see what happened next. Without even waiting for his prisoners to start eating, Sandos walked out of the cabin. Juanita limped a little as she followed the man and Rosa did not look any too happy in the unaccustomed foot-wear. As the lock clicked on the door, Belle looked at the plate. Then she smiled at Eve.
“I’ve an idea,” she said. “Let’s eat and I’ll tell you about it.”
For all the urgency of the business, Sandos and his men took their siesta before leaving to search for Danvila. Standing at the window slit in the front of the building, Belle watched the five men take their horses and ride away from the camp. She saw that four horses remained tied to the corral rails, but the man sat on the porch of the other jacale where he could see the animals and the front of the prisoners’ quarters.
“We can’t get to the horses with him there,” Eve said, after taking a look.
“He’ll have to be settled then,” Belle answered. “The girls are still in the other cabin. If they don’t come out before we’re ready, it’ll help us.”
“Let’s get started, they might remember the plates if we don’t,” Eve said.
Crossing to the rear wall, the two girls began to dig at the newer adobe of the window slit. At first they made no impression, then pieces began to crumble away with increasing regularity. Once started, the work progressed so well that one of them kept watch on the Mexican guard while the other continued digging.
“That’ll do,” Belle said at last, stepping back and studying the hole. “We don’t want it too big or he might wonder why you didn’t get through after me.”
“He’s still out front.” Eve replied. “No sign of the girls.” Changing places, Eve went to stand by the enlarged rear window. She looked across at Belle who halted between the door and the slit in the front wall. Then Eve turned and thrust her head through the hole.
“You stinking peckerwood 8 bitch!” the Yankee girl screeched at the top of her voice. “Come back here and help me!”
While the Mexican probably did not understand English. Eve declined to rely on it and so shouted the words she might have used at finding that her companion had deserted her.
“Ag—!” Belle began, then saw the man leap to his feet and run towards the building. He jerked a revolver Belle recognized as her Dance from his belt as he approached the door. “He’s coming. Get ready!”
Twisting away from the look-out slit, Belle flattened her back against the wall on the hinged side of the door. Tense and alert, she listened to the lock click and watched the door open. Leaping in, his revolver held ready, the man glared at Eve as she turned from the rear wall. His eyes went to the hole and he drew just the conclusions they hoped he would. Clearly the two prisoners had attempted to escape, but the slim one had wriggled through the hole before making it large enough for her companion. Knowing how he would act under the circumstances, the man saw nothing out of the ordinary in Eve’s behavior.
Letting out a snarl, the man advanced across the room. Again he acted just as Belle had hoped and placed himself in an ideal position for what she planned to do. Thrusting herself from the wall, she followed the man. The loss of her boots ruled out the use of several effective savate attacks, but She knew one that suited the conditions. Bounding into the air, she drew both feet up under her. At the full height of the leap, she straightened her legs and drove them at the man’s back. With all the force she could manage, she crashed the bottom of her feet into the center of the man’s back. Taken by surprise, he went reeling across the room. Eve sprang to meet him, side-stepping and sticking her right leg between his feet to trip him. Pitching head first into the wall, the man bounced away, landed on his back and lay still.
Rebounding from the man after delivering her frontal leaping high kick, Belle started towards him. She saw that Eve needed no help and turned to face the door. Through it charged Rosa, a pistol in her hand. The girl no longer wore her looted boots and so made better time than Juanita who clung to the foot-wear and was hobbling painfully across from the other jacale.
On arrival Rosa found herself faced with a tricky problem. The pistol she held was a muzzle-loading single-shot and two potentially dangerous targets confronted her. While she vacillated between the gringos, Belle took the problem out of her hands. Even as Eve flung herself past the unconscious man, Belle darted forward. Once again the slim girl leapt into the air, but not in a kick. Passing over the pistol, she wrapped her legs about Rosa’s neck. Breaking her fall with her hands, Belle let her shoulders hit the floor, then she twisted her body, pulling and using her weight to flip the Mexican over. A wail broke from Rosa as her feet left the floor, then she crashed down on to her back.
Beaten to Rosa by Belle, Eve still found work to do. Juanita entered the cabin walking awkwardly, which did not increase her efficiency. Springing past Belle, Eve slapped aside the revolver Juanita held. Then her other hand, knotted into a fist, drove hard into the Mexican girl’s sizeable bust. Giving a croaking cry, Juanita loosened her hold on the revolver. Eve slammed the trapped hand against the wall, completing the work of making Juanita release the weapon.
Turning her head, Eve saw Belle starting to rise and remembered about the canoe. The time for cooperation had ended and they became enemies once more. Catching the gasping Juanita by the hair, Eve hurled her at Belle. Just too late the Southern girl realized Eve’s intention. Juanita crashed into her and they went down in a heap. Swinging around, Eve darted through the door and slammed it behind her. For a moment she hesitated, hand halfway to the lock. Then she swung away without touching it. Maybe the Rebel Spy was an enemy, but Eve could not leave her trapped at the mercy of the bandidos. So she turned and ran to the waiting horses. Unfastening the reins of the best animal, she mounted. The stirrup irons hurt her feet, but she ignored the pain and started the horse moving.
With a heave Belle rolled Juanita from her and started to rise. Squealing curses, the other girl clawed at her and caught hold of her waistband. Cold rage filled Belle as she saw Eve’s departure. The Yankee girl was not fleeing in blind panic. She knew where to find the canoe and could possibly make her escape along the Rio Grande in it.
“Like hell she will!” Belle gritted.
Despite the weight of the Mexican girl clinging to her, Belle made her feet. Then she dug both hands into the black mass of hair and began to pull at it. Across the room, Rosa started to stir, moaning and writhing. Pain caused Juanita to draw away from Belle, although she still retained her hold. Up rammed Belle’s left knee, driving into the Mexican girl’s left breast. Twice more Belle sent her knee home before agony made the other release the hold on her belt. With a surging heave Belle threw Juanita from her. Going backwards, the Mexican girl landed on her companion just as Rosa sat up. Pain made the girls oblivious of each other’s identity. Hands dug into hair and they began to fight instead of rising to deal with Belle.
Running to the door, Belle tugged at it. Much to her surprise, she found it was not locked. However by that time Eve had mounted and was already galloping along the draw. Anger made Belle act rashly for once. Instead of returning to the cabin and collecting her Dance, she dashed across to the waiting horses. Unfastening one of them, she swung into the saddle and set off after the fleeing Yankee spy.