Daughter of the Sun

Daughter of the Sun, by Jackson Gregory

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Title: Daughter of the Sun A Tale of Adventure
Author: Jackson Gregory

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DAUGHTER OF THE SUN
A Tale of Adventure
by
JACKSON GREGORY
(Qui��n Sabe)
Author of Timber Wolf, The Everlasting Whisper, Desert Valley, Etc.

[Frontispiece: Zoraida Castelmar, daughter of the Montezumas]

Grosset & Dunlap Publishers -------- New York Copyright, 1921, by Charles Scribner's Sons Copyright as "The Treasure of the Hills," 1920, 1921, by Street & Smith

TO
ZINGARA

CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I.
IN WHICH A YOUNG AMERICAN KNOWN AS "HEADLONG" PLAYS AT DICE WITH ONE IN MAN'S CLOTHING WHO IS NOT A MAN
II. IN WHICH A SPELL IS WORKED AND AN EXPEDITION IS BEGUN
III. OF THE NEW MOON, A TALE OF AZTEC TREASURE AND A MYSTERY
IV. INDICATING THAT THAT WHICH APPEARS THE EARTHLY PARADISE MAY PROVE QUITE ANOTHER SORT OF PLACE
V. HOW ONE NOT ACCUSTOMED TO TAKING ANOTHER MAN'S ORDERS RECEIVES THE COMMAND OF THE QUEEN LADY
VI. CONCERNING THAT WHICH LAY IN THE EYES OF ZORAIDA
VII. OF A GIRL HELD FOR RANSOM AND OF A TOAST DRUNK BY ONE INFATUATED
VIII. HOW A MAN MAY CARRY A MESSAGE AND NOT KNOW HIMSELF TO BE A MESSENGER
IX. WHICH BEGINS WITH A LITTLE SONG AND ENDS WITH TROUBLE BETWEEN FRIENDS
X. IN WHICH A MAN KEEPS HIS WORD AND ZORAIDA DARES AND LAUGHS
XI. IN WHICH THERE IS MORE THAN ONE LIE TOLD AND THE TRUTH IS GLIMPSED
XII. IN WHICH AN OVERTURE IS MADE, AN ANSWER IS POSTPONED AND A DOOR IS LOCKED
XIII. CONCERNING WOMAN'S WILES AND WITCHERY
XIV. CONCERNING A DIFFICULT SITUATION, RECKLESSLY INVITED
XV. OF THE ANCIENT GARDENS OF THE GOLDEN TEZCUCAN
XVI. HOW TWO, IN THE LABYRINTH OF MIRRORS, WATCHED DISTANT HAPPENINGS
XVII. HOW ONE WHO HAS EVER COMMANDED MUST LEARN TO OBEY
XVIII. OF FLIGHT, PURSUIT AND A LAIR IN THE CLIFFS
XIX. HOW ONE WHO HIDES AND WATCHES MAY BE WATCHED BY ONE HIDDEN
XX. IN WHICH A ROCK MOVES, A DISCOVERY IS MADE AND MORE THAN ONE AVENUE IS OPENED
XXI. HOW ONE RETURNS UNWILLINGLY WHITHER HE WOULD WILLINGLY ENTER BY ANOTHER DOOR
XXII. REGARDING A NECKLACE OF PEARLS AND CERTAIN PLANS OF TWO WHO WERE MEANT TO BE ONE

DAUGHTER OF THE SUN
CHAPTER I
IN WHICH A YOUNG AMERICAN KNOWN AS "HEADLONG" PLAYS AT DICE WITH ONE IN MAN'S CLOTHING WHO IS NOT A MAN
Jim Kendric had arrived and the border town knew it well. All who knew the man foresaw that he would come with a rush, tarry briefly for a bit of wild joy and leave with a rush for the Lord knew where and the Lord knew why. For such was ever the way of Jim Kendric.
A letter at the postoffice had been the means of advising the entire community of the coming of Kendric. The letter was from Bruce West, down in Lower California, and scrawled across the flap were instructions to the postmaster to hold it for Jim Kendric who would arrive within a couple of weeks. Furthermore the word URGENT was not to be overlooked.
Among the men drawn together in hourly expectation of the arrival of Kendric, one remarked thoughtfully:
"Jim's Mex friend is in town."
"Ruiz Rios?" someone asked, a man from the outside.
"Been here three days. Just sticking around and doing nothing but smoke cigarettes. Looks like he was waiting."
"What for?"
"Waiting for Jim, maybe?" was suggested.
Two or three laughed at that. In their estimation Ruiz Rios might be the man to knife his way out of a hole, but not one to go out of his way to cross the trail made wide and recklessly by Jim Kendric.
"A half hour ago," came the supplementary information from another quarter, "a big automobile going to beat the band pulls up in front of the hotel. The Mex is watching and when a woman climbs down he grabs her traps and steers her into the hotel."
Immediately this news bringer was the man of the moment. But he had had scant time to admit that he hadn't seen her face, that she had worn a thick black veil, that somehow she just seemed young and that he'd bet she was too darn pretty to be wasting herself on Rios, when Jim Kendric himself landed in their midst.
He was powdered with alkali dust from the soles of his boots to the crown of his black hat and he looked unusually tall because he was unusually gaunt. He had