Arizona weekly enterprise., 1889-06-15

ldr uay young cdItlendu ildS IolSueu up his horse near the shattered walls, and appears to be listening intently for some particular sound.
 Faintly borne to his ear on the light breeze came the believing of aggressive bulls, the plaintive bleat of calves, and the sollcitous lowing of matronly COWS, mingled in a booming chorus which, coming from distance, sounds something like the humming drone of countless insects. "They are punched on the flat yonder," he nut tered to himself, and then he rode across the timbered depths of Arivaipa creek, and emerged on the low level flat beyond.
 The surging cattle and the charg- ing vaqueros were stirring up the white alkali dust in dense clouds; the rush and surge, the sharp yells of the vaqueros as they darted to and fro in the binding white dust, and the dron- ing roar of the cattle, made up a scene at once wild and exciting.
 The young cattleman rode on toward the noise and turmoil; huge steer broke out from the herd and came tearing towards him; he on his part dashed towards the steer to turn him back to the herd, the steer lowered his head and the young cattleman had to whirl his well refined horse quickly to one side and in the binding dust a vaquero who was in hot pursuit of the fugitive ran plump against him. But there was no time for words and in flash they were both in pursuit; {; the riata of the vaquero swishes through the air, his horse braces him self on his heels, and the steer is brought round, maddened and below ing, but prisoner.
 Then the vaquero wipes the alkali from his sinarting eyes and looks at his companion of the chase and starts as he does so. At the same moment two or three more vaqueros dash up, and the steer is dragged back to the herd.
 And the cattle owners who are grouped around the herd greet the new conner heartily and call him Mor- gan.
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 By the first faint sign of dawn on the following morning, the horses were being caught by an expert roper pre- paratory to the days round up. What horse will you ride Francisco?" called out the roper.
 "My own, today"
 of I had horse of my own as good as that I wouldn't do other peoples work on him."
 "Oh he needs work. Catch him."
 They were soon riding out toward the hills in scattering groups. The vaquero named Francisco had told Morgan that he had seen cattle bear ing his brand up at an almost inac- cesible spring and that he had better go there himself if .he wanted them hn9qgught out, as others might 4 no, tv, ,he them, the ground being so rough, and had volun eered to accompany him, as he knew the ground well.
 As they rode along Morgan would often glance curiously at francisco. There was a something in the va quero's big dark eyes that sent his memory back to ranch at the foot o La Sic rra Benado in New Mexico.
 "Were you ever in New Mexico Francisco"
 "No Senor, I was bred in Chihuahua. J
 They had ridden over much rougf ground and were descending from s rocky ridge into little basin scoopeG in the slope of the hills, when Fran cisco remarked "It was here l saw your cattle; further down in a deer canyon there is water, think the cat tie are below"
 They rode on, Francisco in the lead and anon the basin narrowed and the, found themselves on d dangerous trai following along the very brink of ; deep narrow chasm. They were ap preaching sharp curve; Francisco took down his coiled riata from hi saddle, and forming loop began tC rehearse various twists and swing with it-a habit common enough witt vaqueros. Slowly he swings the riat' as they neared the sharp curve; theI his wrist gives quick turA, the lool drops around Morgan's body, a rak of the spurs sends Francisco's h"rs around the curve, and Morgan l dangling over the depths of the chasn at the end of the riata. Francisco tir the riata fast to the horn of the sad dle, and dismounting speaks a worC to the horse and the horse brace against the strain. "Then he zoe to the edge of the chasm and droppin, on his hands and knees peers over , and with a cruel exultant light il his eyes, calls out to the one danglin,
 below:
 "Como estamos, amigo"
 Morgan looks up with starting eyes his hands clinging convulsiyely tn slippery raw hide. He is quiverin , with rage and terror, but believing the being above to be a maniac, h 2 must use diplomacy to extricate him | self from his awful predicament. "It was we'll done Francisco" h. 7 c.ied, trying to look pleasant" but yo, , must pull me up now" How" This was a puzzler t
 Morgan. He looked down, and som
 forty feet below him was the slende
 outreaching branch of a cottonwoo , tree that grew in the bottom of tn chasm.
 "How long is your rope Francisco? z "Sixty feet"
 [ Good. Lower me down then. slowly and I will give you the pick of m r horses when we get back" Francisc' 1, laughs loudly at this and the sides O :, the chasm echo his laughter. Morgan looks up at the face with intent an ' searching eagerness, and then below , far below, at the sharp uptrudin Y points of rock that are waiting to re ! ceive him, and sickens with deadl fear
 I "Oyez, amigo?" calls Francisco. u Morro,,