The Anderson daily intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson, S.C.) 1914-1915, 1914-06-07

, Hh' ioHiplliS uDOuC III tnc StTeelS were
pair OF tall Yaqui Indians. each deco
rated with cartridge-bclt about his
, hips in token of his military service
Laughing and grabbing for holds they
froicked like couple OF boys until
finally they closed in Il grappln that re-
vealed sudden and pantherlike
strength.
And g-o"n 0f otficTH. summing
themselves agaifSt the wall. looked up
at the Americans with eyes as fearless
as mountain eagles.
"Yes. that's right" admitted bud.
returning thc'I ri,ndly greeting, but
we'll never have no trouble with
them"
We'll. these Nacionalps are not so
bad" defended Phil. as they passed
the state soldiers OF Sonora on tho
street. "but they're just as friendly as
the Yaq.is."
Sure" jccTcd Bud when they're
sober! But you get bunch of 'cm
drunk and ask 'em what they think OF
the grinsos! No. you go, to show me
I've seen too much of EN-"
"YOn haven't seen as much OF 'em
as have. yet" retortcd lie Lanccy
quickly. I've been all over the repub
lie. except right here in Sonora. and
swear these Sonorans here look good
to me- There's no use holding 4
Crouch against them, I'ud = they
haven't done US any dirt"
mo. they never had no chance"
gru'nbled Bud, gazing grimly to tho
south. "But wait till the hot weather
comes nnd the rcyoltosos come out OF
their holes; walt till them chihuahua
grcasers thaw out up in the Sierras
and come ;,cwn' 10 get some fresh
mounts. We'll. iii tell 'cm one thing"
he ended. reaching down to pat his
horse. they'll never get old Copper
Bottom hcrc-not unless they steal
him at night. It's all right to be cheer
full about this. Phil. and vou keep right
on being glad. but r.: I, low-down
hunch that were goi:iS 10 get l. bad"
well. I've got just as good i; hui H."
came back Dc Lancey, that wcic .
ing to make killing"
Yes, and speaking about killips;,"
said Bud. you don't wal. to overlook
that"
lie pointed at group OF dlsman-
tied adobe buildings standing out on
the edge OF the town and fankcd by a
segment of whitewashed wall all spat-
tered and preached with bulIet-holes.
There's where these p-ize Mexicans
OF yourn pulled off the biggest killing
III Sonora. l was over here yesterday
with that old proprietor and he told
me that that wall is tho bull-ring.
After the first big fight they gathered
up three hundred and fifty men. more
or less, and throwed 'em in trench
along by the wall-then they blowed it
over on cm with few sticks OF dyna-
mite and let 'em pass for buried. Nc
crosses or nothing, Excuse me. If they
ever break loose like that-we might
get planted with tho restl"
by Jove. old top" exclaimed De
Lancey. laughing teasingly, you've
certainly got the 'blues today. Hero.
take something out OF this bottle and
see IL 1t won't help"
He brought out q quart bottle from
his saddle-bags and Bud drank, and
shuddered at the bite II it.
"All right" he said. as l,o passed It
X, u
the matter with cutting 1t out on booze
for this trip"
What are You going to drink,
thon?" cried De Lancey in fef,ncd
alarm. "water?"
We'll. something like that" admit.
tod Bud. Come cu-what do YOU
say? Wo might get lit up and tell
something"
Now lookce here, Bud" clamorcd
Phil. who had had few drinks al
ready. you don't mean to insinuate,
do you? Next thing know you'll be
asking me to cut 1t out on the hay
might talk in my sleep, you know. and
give the whole snap away!"
mo. you're good boy when you're
asleep. Phil" responded BUD. but
when you get about half shot It's dif.
ferent. Come on. now-Pil quit II you
will. That's fair, amt it,"
What? No little tocts around
town. No serenading tho senoritas and
giving the rurales the hotfoot? Well.
what's the use OF living. Bud. II you
can't have little fun? Drinking don't
make any dlfference,sns long ast wa
stick together. What's the use or
swearing on-goins cp record in ad-
vance? We may And some fellow that
we can't work any other way-we may
have to go on a drunk with him I'm or !
der to get his goat!0 But will you
stick? That's the roint!" efa
Bud glanced at him and grunted. ana
for long time he rode on In silence.
Before them lay rolling plain, dip
ping by broad gulohes and dwindling
ridges to the lower levels of Old Mex.
fco. and on the skyline, thin and blue,
stood the knifelike edges of the For.
tunae miles away. -',r -tt'i