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CHS aIS TSpOTleO III the NiSitAtS'
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ut is the desire Of the Yaquis," he
had said, when rebuked for serving
under the hated flag of Mexico, ito kill
Mexicans. And" he added grimly, "the
federals at this time seem best able
to give us guns for that purpose.
But it had been a year now since
Bule had passed his word and, though
they had battled valiantly, their land
had not been given back to them. The
wild Yaquis, the irreconcilables who
never came down from the hills. had
gone on the warpath again, but Bule
and his men still served.
Only in two things did they disobey
their off1cers-they would not stack
their arms. and they would not retreat
while there were still more Mexicans
to be killed. Otherwise they were
very good soldiers.
But now, after the long campaign in
Chihuahua and winter of idleness at
Aqua Negra, they were marching
south toward their native land and, in
spite of the stern glances of their lead
ers, they burst forth in weird Yaqui
songs which, IL their words had been
known, might easily have caused their
Mexican officers some slight uneasi-
ness.
1t was, In fact, only question of
days, months, or years until the entire
Yaqui contingent would desert, taking
their arms and ammunition with them.
Gee, what bunch of men!" ex-
claimed Bud, as he stood off and adj
mired their stark forms.
There's some genuine fighters for
you" he observed to Phil; and giant
Yaqui, standing near, returned his
praise with smile.
Bud. jerking his head in friendly sa-
lutte. That's Teller l was making
signs to up in Aqua Negra," he ex-
planned. "Dogged If / amt stuck on
these Yaquis-they're all men. believe
met"
Good workers, all right" conceded
De Lancey, "but I'd hate to have EN-
get after me with those guns. They
say they've killed lot of Americans,
one time and another"
/, We'll, If they did it was for being
caught in bad company" said Hooker.
I'D take chance with EN- any time
but If you go into their country
with Mexican escort they'll kill you
on general principles. Say" he cried
impulsively. I'm going over to talk
with Amigoi"
With broad grin on his honest face
he advanced toward the giant Yaqui
and shook hands tremendously.
Where you go?" he inquired In
Spanish. at the same time rolling
cigarette and asking by sign for a
match.
"Moctezuma," answered the Indian
gravely Then. as Bud offered him the
markings, he, 100, rolled cigarette
and they smoked for minute In
silence.
"You live heref" inquired the Yaqui
at last.
Come here" corrected Bud. 'T
have nineteen miIes-over there"
He pointed with the fat OF his hand.
Indian fashion, and Amigo nodded UNI
derstandingly.
He was fine figure of man, stand
ing six feet or better in his well-cut
aandals and handling his heavy Maui
ser rs a child would swing a stick.
Across his broad chest he wore full
cartridge belt, and around his waist
he had two more. filed to the last
hole with cartridges and loaded clips.
At his feet lay his blanket, bound into
a tight roll, and canteen and coffee
cup completed his outfit, which, so far
as impedimenta were concerned, was
simplicity ITSELF
But instead of the cheap linen uni
form of the federals he was dressed
in good American clothes--a striped
shirt, overalls, and sombrero banded
with a bright ribbon-and In place OF
the beaten, hunted look of those poor
sconscripts he had the steady gaze of
a free man.
They stood and smoked for a few
moments, talking briefly, and then, as
the Yaquis closed up their ranks and
marched of to make camp for the
night, Bud presented his strange
friend with the sack OF tobacco and
went back to join his pardner
That evening the plaza was filed
with the widest rumors, and another
train arrived during the night. but
through 1t all Bud and Phil remained
unimpressed. In the morning the SOL
diers went marching on down the trail