The daily morning journal and courier., 1900-12-31
-----------7------------- THE FAITH OF A YAQUI.

| After a sudden raid into Chihuahua
 the wandering band of Yaqul Indians
 was followed back Into the mountair
 retreats by volunteer troop. Fol three weeks the Indians turned and
 twisted, making dashing raids ant picking off their pursuers from unsus | pectng shelters; but the Chihuahuar captain knew the Sierra Madres too He cut Baltasar off on this side, and headed him on that and at last forced him into La Caietin canon, it's only en- trance q narrow gorge,
 we have the coyotes in trap-they cannot escape" the commandante cheerfully assured his men.
 But what is the use of a trap If you cannot put your finger upon your prey? The Yaquis would never surrender there was water and a band of sheep in the valley. Twice the Mexicans tried to force an entry, and then the peones natly declined to again enter the pas sage of death" Gonzales could only post his guards and wait
 Within the canon old Baltasar set his watch, too, and if Mexican sentinel raised his head above the sky line there was one less of the pursuing force, But the old chief knew, as he came down through the valley on the fifth day of siege, that his men had less than two rounds of ammunition apiece. He stood under the stunted oak and let his keen eyes glance carelessly from man to man as they lounged about him. He motloned to one, young fellow who lay apart from the. rest, his wide son. brero low over his alertly watchful eyes.
 We are twenty and eight men, my son." Baltasar said quietly, "and we have thirty-seven cartridges"
 Isadore did not speak, and the old man continued we may drive the dogs back once more, but again"-he shook his head and I sent Fable to Muni Muni will come to us-if the devils have not shut him in, and then, los Mejica- nos cannot turn this way or that'-he smiled grimly--"they will be forced here with us. and if we have not cartridges" throwing his hands apart, he swept them outward. Some man must go there to Don Juan, across the border,
 
 What does one?" asked Isadore.
 "There!" The old man turned to- ward the wall of rock which rose two hundred feet sheer at the upper end of the valley. NO guard is there; at the top it is but shelf and there is the trail to the north"
 The chief fixed a piercing look upon his companion. Isadore had left the Yaqui country in his boyhood; he was an Amercan citizen now; he had mar red a wife who was as much Mexican as Yaqui. Baltasar was remembering these things, but he knew his man.
 Wilt thou go and return quickly, Is- adore?"
 The young man strengthened hs shoulders, new light came intoss hls face. T must search out the way up he wall" he said, and stepped lightly | ,ut of the hollow.
 With a spring the old man caught his | sleeve and dragged him back. "Fool' | le groaned as a bullet ticked stone, | to fling thy life away at this moment! | Aqui!'' And he led the way upder the | 'helter of the dry creek bed until they , cached a huge boulder. Under it's hadow they crouched and carefully | inspected the bank, Baltasar pointing ut that 1t was rotten stone, and show ng suspected cracks and ledges and hen describing the canon and the trail for Isadore was a stranger to he paths of his fathers,
 He listened attentively, but his eyes we're sparkling, his grave face lighted lith a hidden fire. Luisa, the bride of month, was there at Don Juan. Long niles and unknown dangers lay be- ween them, yet he should see her soon. Ee had been a vaquero on the Short top cattle range for ten years past, nd be had loved Lulsa ever since;