The Dillon tribune., 1886-11-05


%f:SS : ::;':; 70; lies; s, i;
- S>xj culties, and that lay
n a leathe,n bottle slung over tho nachil!as
II his saddle. Concho raised the bottle to
his lips, took long draught, made WY
:acc, and CALCULATED:
"Carajo!"
It appeared that the bottle did not contain
lguarliente, but had lately been filed i'll q
:avern near Tres Pinos by an freshman who
odd bad American whisky under that pleas
ng Castilian title. Nevertheless, Concho had
already nearly emptied the bottle, and it fell
Jack against the saddle as yellow and haccid
Is his own cheeks. Thus REINFORCED, Concho
turned to look at the valley behind him. from
which lie had climbed since noon. It YVES a
terilo waste bordcrcd here and there by ara
Die fringes and valdas of meadow land, but i'll
The main dusty, dry and focbidding His eye
rested for moment on a low, white cloud
inc on the eastern horizon, but SO hooking
and unsubstantial that it seemed to come and
20 as he gazed. Concho struck his forehead
md winlscd his hot eyelids. Was it the Sierras
n tho cursed American whisky?
Again he RECOMMENDED the ascent At times
The half-worll, half-invisible trail became ut
:erly lost III the bare black out-crop of the
.itlgc, but his sagacious mule soon found 1t
again, u:.t.l, stepping upon loose bowlder,
The slipped and fell In vain Concho tried to
lift her froin out the ruin Of camp kettles,
prospecting pans and picks; she remained
quietly lccumhent, occasionally raising her
head as If to contelnplatively glance over the
arid plain below Thel, he had recourse to
useless blows. Then he essayed profanity of
: secular kind, such as Assassin" Thief"
Beast with pigs head, +" FOOD fer the Bulls
Horns, but with no effect.
Then he had recourse to the curse ecclesias-
lie: "Ah, Judas 1scariot! is it thus, renegade
md traitor, thou leavcst me, thy master, a
league from camp and supper waiting. Stealer
IT the Sacrament, get up"
Still no effect. Concho began to feel UNI
Easy; never before had mule of pious line
age failed /" respond to thi, kind of cxhorta-
hon. H. made one NOR, desperate attempt:
"Al., ,,niil.l' OF the al,-r! lie not there!
Look hg threw bis hand into tho air, extend
Ing ,n. fingers suddenly. "Bcho.a. iiend!
exo.'ciS" thee Tia! ttemh'sst! Look but q lit
tic llr}y->s>r. APOSTLE I-I-2.,conlmuni-
cnie ttrc--'Inl;,t@
IN u.'t so lou i1..ckir:, IT,, sub u devil of
rnH G@~.2 la &c ,o..!' SAID IL g:uif voice from
the 20 -, Nnuve.
t',. no th,:', :ie:~tl. Could it he that the
'"r:} ',,.s r,".y s;oill:, ,otly away with his
rn,la. .",.:! 10: loo. u.
ssx,o,, ST.
L.. -, $50. :. ;:,u.e, YEA O. Il old Greaser.
Dol. ,,:t shes slipped her shoulder!'
A.ai..' IL, Concho wasat the information,
he rou. not hc!? feeling to q certain extent
relieved. Six, was laa.cil, but had not lost her
standing us u good Catholic. $50
He vcntured to lift his eyes. A stranger
an Americana from his dress and accent
was descending the rocks toward him. He
was sligh.-built man with a dark, smooth
face, that would have been quite commons
place aud inexpensive but for his left eye, in
which all that was villainous in him ap-
parcntly conferred. Shut that eye, and you
had the features and expression of an or
binary man; cover up those features, and the
rye shown out like Eblis' own. Nature had
apparently observed this too, and had, by a
paralysis Of the nerve, ironically dropped tho
corner of the upper lid over it like curtain,
laughed ut her handiworl, and turned him
loose to prey upon the crcdulous world.
""hat are you doing herc!" said the
stranger ;:fter he had assisted Concho in
bringing the mule to her feet, and helpless
halt.
prospecting, Senor."
The stranger turned his respectable right
eye toward Concho, while his left looked
unutterable scorn and wicketlness over the
landscape.
prospecting, what for!'
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