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An Ace Book, by arrangement with The World Publishing Company.

hot—it sure was stacking up to be a hot one today. He'd better check on the spring in the brakes

before the sun really boiled up the country ahead. That •was the only water in this whole frying pan of

baking rock—or was it?

Travis Fox hitched forward in his saddle to study the pinkish yellow of the bare desert strip between

him and that faint, distant line of green juniper against the buff of sage-brush which marked the cuts of

the brakes. This was a barren land, forbidding to anyone not native to its harshness.

It •was also a land in which time was frozen into one color-streaked mold of unchanging rock and

earth, and in that it was probably now unique upon the rider's planet. Elsewhere around the world

deserts had been flooded, through man's efforts, with sea water freed of its burden of salt. Ordered

farms beat ancient sand dunes into dim memories. Mankind was fast becoming no longer subject to the

whim of weather or climate. Yet here the free desert remained unaltered because the nation within

which it lay was still rich enough not to need all of its soil under cultivation.

Someday this, too, would be swept away, taking with it the heritage of such as Travis Fox. For five

hundred years, or perhaps close to a thousand now—no one could rightly say when the first Apache

clan had come questing into this ter-ritory—these canyons and sand wastes, valleys and mesas had

been dominated by a tough, desert-born breed who could travel and fight, and live off bleakness no

other race dared face without supplies laboriously transported. His ancestors had waged war which

lasted almost four centuries across this country. And now the survivors wrested a living from the same

region with a like determination.

That spring in the brakes . . . Travis' brown fingers began to count off seasons in taps on his saddle

horn. Nineteen . . . twenty . . . This was the twentieth year after the last big dry, and if Chato was

right, that meant the water which should be there was due for a periodical failure. And the old man

had been correct in his prediction of an unusually arid summer this year.

If Travis rode straight there to find the spring dry, he'd lose most of the day, and time was important.

They had to move the breeding stock to a sure water supply. On the other hand if he cut back into the

Canyon of the Hohokam on just a hunch and was wrong— then Whelan would have every right to

lay into him for being a fool. Whelan stubbornly re-fused to follow the Old Ones' knowledge. And in

that his brother was himself a fool.

Travis laughed softiy. The White-eyes— deliberately he used the old warrior's term for a traditional

enemy, saying it aloud, "Pinda-lick-o-yi"— the White-eyes didn't know every-thing. And a few of

them were willing to admit it once in a while.

Then he laughed again, this time at himself and his own thoughts. Scratch the rancher— and the

Apache was right under the surface of his sun-dried hide. Only there was a bit-ter note in that second

laugh and Travis booted his pinto into a lope with more force than was necessary. He didn't care to

follow the trail of those particular thoughts. He'd make for the place of the Hohokam and he'd be

Apache for today; there was nothing to spoil that as his other dreams had been spoiled.

Whelan thought that if an Apache lived like the White-eyes, and set aside all the old things, then he

would gain all their advantages. To Whelan there was nothing good in the past, and even to consider

the Old Ones, what they did and

why they did it, was a foolish waste of time. Travis bit again on disappointment, to find it as fresh and

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bad-tasting as it had been a year earlier.

The pinto threaded a way between boulders along the course of a dried stream bed. Odd that a land now

so arid could carry so many signs of past water. There were miles of irrigation ditches used by the Old

Ones, marking the sun-baked pans of open land which had not known the touch of moisture for

centuries. Travis urged his mount up a sharp slope and headed west, feeling the heat bore into his

straight back through the single layer of faded shirt fabric.

He doubted if Whelan knew of the Canyon of the Hoho-kam. That was one of the things from the old

days, a story preserved by such as Chato. And there were now two kinds of Apache— Chato and

Whelan. Chato denied the existence of the White-eyes, living his own life behind a shutter which he

dropped between him and the outside world, the world of the whites. And Whelan denied the existence

of the Apache, being all white with an effort.

Once Travis had seen a third way, that of bending the white man's learning to blend with Apache lore.

He thought he had discovered those who agreed with him. But it had all gone, as quickly as a drop of

water poured upon rock surface here would vanish. Now he tended to agree with Chato — and,

knowing that, Chato had freely given him information Whelan did not have, facts concerning Whelan's

own range land.

Chato's father— again Travis counted, fingertip against saddle horn— why, Chato's father would be a

hundred and twenty years old if he were alive today! And he had been born in the Hohokam's valley

while his family were hiding out from the blue-coated soldiers.

Chato had known of the lost canyon, had guided Travis to it -when he was so small he could barely grip

a horse's barrel with his short legs. And he had returned there again

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and again through the years. The houses of the Hohokam had intrigued him, and the spring there

never failed. There were pinons with a rich harvest of nuts to be gathered in season, and some stunted

fruit trees still yielding a measure of fruit. Once it had been a garden; now it was a hidden oasis.

Travis was working his way into the maze of canyons which held the forgotten trail of the Old Ones

when he heard that hum. Out of instinct he drew rein, knowing that he was in the concealing shadow

of a cliff wall, and glanced skyward.

" "Copter!" He said it aloud in sheer surprise. The ageless desert country had claimed him so

thoroughly during the past few hours that sighting that very modern mode of travel came almost as a

shock.

Could it be Whelan, checking up on him? Travis' mouth tightened. But when he had left the ranch

house at sunup, Bill Redhorse, Chato's grandson, had been working on the engine of the ranch bus.

Anyway, Whelan couldn't waste fuel on desert coasting. With the big war scare on again, rationing

had tightened up and a man kept his copter for emergencies, working horses again for daily work.

The war scare . . . Travis thought about it as he watched the strange machine out of sight. Ever since

he could re-member there had been snapping and snarling in the news-papers, on the radio, on the TV

screen. Little scrimmages bursting out, smoldering, talk and more talk. Then, some months back,

something queer had happened in Europe—a big blast set off in the north. Though the Reds had not

ex-plained what had happened and clamped down tight all their screen of secrecy, rumor had it that

some kind of a new bomb had gone wrong. All this might be only preliminary to an out-and-out break

between East and West.

And the VIPs chose to believe that was true. There was a tightening up of regulations all along the

line, a whispering of trouble to come. New fuel rationing slapped on, a tense-ness in the air...

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Out here it was easy enough to shove all that stuff out of one's mind. The desert dried out to nothing

the bickering of men. These cliffs had stood the same before the brown-skinned men of his race had

trickled down from the north. They would probably be standing, though perhaps radio-active, when the

White-eyes blasted both white and brown men out of it again.

The sight of the 'copter had triggered memories Travis did not like. He continued to wonder, as the

machine disappeared in the direction he himself was following, what its mission was here.

He did not sight it again, which strengthened his belief that the machine carried no local rancher. If the

pilot had been hunting herd strays, he would circle. Prospectors? But there had been no news of a

government expedition, and and during the past five years prospecting had been rigidly controlled.

Travis located the concealed turn-off into the hidden can-yon. As the pinto picked a careful way, his

rider studied the ground. There was no sign that any man had passed that way for a long time. He

clicked his tongue and the horse quickened pace. They had gone perhaps two miles along that snake's

path when Travis brought his mount to a halt.

The warning had been borne by a puff of breeze tickling his nose. This was no desert wind laden with

heat and grit, for it carried the scent of juniper. The pinto nickered and mouthed its bit—water ahead.

But also the land before them was not empty of men.

Travis swung out of the saddle, taking his rifle with him. Unless the past year had seen some changes in

the terrain ahead, there was a good cover on the lip of the hidden can-yon's entrance. Without being

visible himself, he would be able to survey the camp therein. For camp smells reached him now—wood

smoke, coffee, frying bacon.

The ascent to his chosen spy post was easy. From below

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came the pine scent, heavier now, drawn out by the sun's rays, and the small, busy twittering of birds

about their own con-cerns. There was a cup of green lying there, about a spring-fed pool which

mirrored the hot blue of the sky. Between that water and the vast shallow cave which held the block

city of the Old Ones, stood the 'copter. And tending a cooking fire was a man. A second had gone to

the pool for water.

Travis did not believe they were ranchers. But they wore the sturdy clothing of outdoor men and

moved about the business of making camp with assurance. He began to inventory what he could see

of their supplies and equipment.

The 'copter was of the latest model. And in the shade offered by a small stand of trees he could make

out bedrolls. But he did not sight any digging tools, any indication that this was a prospecting team.

Then the man walked back from the pool, set his filled bucket down by the fire, and dropped cross-

legged before a big package which he proceeded to free from a canvas covering. Travis watched him

uncover what could only be a portable communicator of advanced design.

The operator was patiently inching the antenna rod up into the air, when Travis heard the pinto nicker.

Age-old instinct he was not conscious of brought him around, still on his knees, with rifle ready. But it

was only to front another weapon with a deadly promise in the open mouth of the barrel aimed

directly and mercilessly at his middle.

Above that unwavering gunsight, gray eyes watched him with a chill detachment worse than any

vocal threat. Travis Fox considered himself a worthy descendant of generations of the toughest

warriors this stretch of country had ever seen. Yet he knew that neither he nor any of his kind had ever

before faced a man quite like this one. And this man was young, no older than himself, so that that

subtle menace did not altogether fit with the lithe, slender body or that calm, boyish face.

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"Drop it!" The man delivered his order with the authority

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of one expecting no resistance. Travis did just that, allowing the rifle to slip from his hands and slide

across his leg to the gravel of the hillside.

"On your feet. Make it snappy. Down there. . . ." The stream of orders issued in a gentle voice and

even tone, both of which oddly increased the menace Travis sensed.

He stood up, turned downslope and walked forward, his hands up, palms out, at shoulder level. What

he had stumbled on here he did not know, but that it was important—and dangerous—Travis did not

doubt.

The man who was cooking and the man at the com set both sat back on their heels to survey him

calmly as he advanced, the high heels of his boots acting as brakes on the slope. To his eyes they were

little different from the white ranchers he knew in the district. Yet the cook . . .?

Travis studied him, puzzled, certain that he had seen the man or his likeness before under very different

circumstances.

"Where did you flush this one, Ross?" asked the man at the com.

"Lying up on the ridge, getting an eyeful," Travis' captor replied with his usual economy of words.

The cook stood up, wiped his hands on a cloth, and started toward them. He was the eldest of the three

strangers, his skin deeply tanned, his eyes a startlingly bright blue against that brown. He carried with

him an authority which did not suit his present employment but which marked him, for Travis, as the

leader of the party. The Apache guessed his own reception would depend upon this man's reaction.

Only why did some faint twist of memory persist in outlining the cook's head with a black square?

Since the stranger seemed to be in no hurry to ask questions, Travis met him eye to eye, drawing on his

own brand of patience. There was danger in this man, too, the same con-trolled force which had moved

the youngster when he trapped the Apache on the heights.

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"Apache." It was a statement, rather than a question. And it added a bit to Travis' estimation of the

stranger. There were few men nowadays who took the trouble, or had the real knowledge necessary,

to distinguish Apache from Hopi, Navajo, or Ute in one brief glance.

"Rancher?" That was a question this time and Travis gave it a truthful answer. He had a growing

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conviction that to use any evasive tactics with this particular White-eye would not lead to anything

but his own disadvantage.

"Rider for the Double A."

The man by the com unit had unrolled a map. Now he ran a forefinger along an uneven marking and

nodded, not at Travis, but to the interrogator.

"Nearest range to the east. But he can't be hunting strays this far into the desert."

"Good water." The other nodded at the pool. "The Old Ones used it."

Obliquely that was another inquiry. And somehow Travis found himself replying to it.

"The Old Ones knew. Not those only." With his chin he pointed to the ruins in the great shallow cave.

"But the People in turn. Never dry, even in bad years."

"And this is a bad year." The stranger rubbed his hand along his jaw, his blue eyes still holding

Travis'. "A complica-tion we didn't forsee. So Double A runs a herd in here in dry years, son?"

Again Travis found himself, against his will replying with the exact truth. "Not yet. Few of the riders

know of it now. Not many care to listen to the stories of the old men." He was still puzzling over the

teasing memory of seeing this man's lean face before. That black border about it—a frame! A picture

frame! And the picture had hung over Dr. Morgan's desk at the university.

"But you do. . . ." There came another of those measuring stares like the one which had stripped the

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from him to display the Apache underneath. Now those eyes might be trying to sort out the thoughts in

his head. Dr. Mor-gan's study—this man's picture—but with a stepped pyramid behind him.

"It is so." Absently he used another speech pattern as he tried to remember more.

"The problem is, buster"—the man by the com unit stood up, spoke lazily— "just what are we going to

do with you now? How about it, Ashe? Does he go in cold storage—maybe up there?" He jerked a

thumb at the ruins.

Ashel Dr. Gordon Ashe! He'd put a name to the stranger at last. And with the name he had a reason for

the man's presence there. Ashe was an archaeologist. Only Travis did not have to look at the com unit

or at the camp to guess that this was no expedition to hunt relics of ancient man. He had had firsthand

knowledge of those. What were Dr. Ashe and his companions doing in the Canyon of the Dead?

"You can put down your hands, son," Dr. Ashe said. "And you can make it easy for yourself if you

agree to stay here peaceably for a time."

"For how long?" countered Travis.

"That depends," Ashe hedged.

"I left my horse up there. He needs water."

"Bring the horse down, Ross."

Travis turned his head. The young man bolstered his odd-looking weapon and climbed upslope, to

reappear shortly leading the pinto. Travis freed his mount of saddle and turned the animal loose. He

came back to the camp site to find Ashe awaiting him.

"So not many people know of this place?"

Travis shrugged. "One other man on the Double A—he is very old. His father was born here, long ago

when the Apaches were fighting the army. Nobody else is interested any more."

"Then there was never any digging done in the ruins?"

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