The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1914-06-11

% lHe udyS went Dy Until tHTee
weeks had passed, and still no papers
came. As his anxiety increased Phil
fell into the habit Of staying in town
overnight, and finally he was gone for
two days. The third day was drawing
to a close, and Bud was getting rest
less, when suddenly he beheld the
Yaqui bounding down the hill in great
leaps and making signs down the
canyon.
1.-TWO men!" he called, dashing up to
the tent; zone Of them a rural"
why rural?" asked Bud, mysti-
fed.
ITO take mel" cried Amigo, striking
himself violently on the breast. Lend
me your rifle!"
mo-" answered Bud, after pause;
you might get into trouble. Run and
hide In the rocks--I will signal you
when to come back"
"Muy bien," said the Yaqui obedf-
emily, and. turning, he went up over
rocks like mountain-sheep, bounding
from boulder to boulder until he dis
appeared among the hilltops. Then.
as Bud brought in his horse and shut
him hastily inside his corral, the two
riders came around the point-a rural
and Aragon!
Now, in Mexico a rural, as Bud we'll
knew, means trouble-and Aragon
meant more trouble, trouble for him.
Certainly, so busy a man as Don Cipri-
ano would not come clear to his camp
to help capture Yaqui deserter. Bud
sensed 1t from the start that this was
another attempt to get possession Of
their mine, and he awaited their COM
ing grimly.
as tardes," he said in reply to the
rlral's abrupt salute, and then he
stood silent before his tent, looking
them over shrewdly. The rural was
a hard-looking citizen, as many of
them are, but on this occasion he
seemed trifie embarrassed, glancing
inquiringly at Aragon. AS for Aragon,
he was gazing at a long line of jerked
meat which Amigo had hung out to
dry, and his dropped eye opened UP
suddenly as he turned his cold regard
upon Hooker
"Senor," he said, speaking with an
accusing harshness, we are looking
for the men who are stealing my
cattle, and | see we have not far to
go Where did you get that meat?'
Il got it from a deer" returned
Bud; there is his hide on the fence;
you can see it if you'll look"
The rural, glad TO create diver
sion, rode over and examined the hide
and came back satisfied, but Aragon
was not so easily appeased.
by what right" he demanded true.
ulently. do YOU, an American, kill
deer in our country? Have you the
special permit which is required?"
mo, seror," answered Hooker so.
berry; the deer was killed by a Mex.
lean have working for me-"
Hal" sHe,l,u Aiagon. and then he
paused, baIned
Where is tbs Mexican?" inquired
the 1Ugll, his professional instincts
aroused, ard WAie'Eud was explaining
that he was odt in the hills some.
where, AraEon spurged his horse W
closer and reercd curiously into his
tent.
What are you looking for" de
manded Hooker Sharply, and then Ara
gon showed his hand.
Il am looking for the drills and drill
spoon" he said; the ones you stole
when you took my mine"
Then get back out of there" cried
Bud, Selling his horse by the bit and
throwing him back on his launches:
and stay Quit" he added, as he
dropped his hand to his gun. But il
the rural wishes to search" he said
turning to that astounded official, ''he
is welcome to do so"