The Hays free press. [volume] (Hays, Kan.) 1908-1924, 1914-09-19
CHAPTER xvI-cOntinued.

CHAPTER XVI-Continued.
~eI wonder where that logged In
dian went to-" he said for the hum
dredth time, as the deep shadows
gathered in the valley. by Joe, Phil.
If Amigo comes back I'm going to 90
ahead on that mine. / want to keep
him around here, and we might as
we'll get out some ore, if it's only for
a grub-stake, Come On-what do you
say? Well open her up-there's moth
ing to hide now. Well, I'll do it my
self, then-this setting around is get
ting on my nerves.
His far-seeing eyes, trained from his
boyhood to search the hills for cattle,
scanned the tops of the ridges as he
spoke; and while he sat and pondered
they noted every rock.
Then at last he rose up slowly and
gazed at a certain spot He waved
his arm, reckoning the distant point
of blackness to come in, and soon
from around point in the canyon the
Yaqui appeared, bearing heavy Maui
ser rife on his arm.
Across his broad breast hung the
same familiar cartridge-belt, two more
Eencircled his hips, and he walked
with his head held high. like the war
rior that he was.
Evidently his fight had led to the
place where his arms had be n hid, for
he wore the regulation knife bayonet
at his hip and around his hat was the
red ribbon of his people, but Bud was
too polite to ask him about his jour
ney. Since his coming the YaQui had
always maintained a certain mystery,
and now, though his eyes were big
with portent and he smiled at the jests
about his gun, he simply waved his
hand to the south and east and muir
INJURED:
MuchOs revOltOsOs!"
-Seguro;" answered Bud jokingly;
but have you killed any?"
Not yeti" returned the Indian, and
he did not smile at that
81 wonder what that Indian is wait
ing around here for?" remarked Phil in
English "He must have his eye on
somebody"
Yeah. 1 bet" agreed Bud, regard
ing his savage friend with a specula-
tive interest Most of them Yaqui
soldiers was farmhands in this coun-
try before they rounded them up. !
reckon he's looking for the man that
had him deported.
Tired. Amigo?" he inquired in
Spanish. and Ignacio gravely acknowl-
edged that he was, little.
'-Then drink plenty Coffee went on
Hooker. Eat lots-tomorrow we go
to work in the mine"
Tomorrow" repeated the Indian
as If considering his other engage
ments; "good!" He nodded a smiling
assent
After month and more of idleness
Bud and Amigo performed prodigiee
of labor in the cut, rolling down
boulders. lifting them up on the tram
and clearing away the face of the cliff
Their tram was ramshackle, thei1
track the abandoned rails from older
workings. and their tools little more
Khan their hands, but by noon the last
Broken fragments were heaved aside
and the shattered ledge revealed.
A low cry of wonder escaped the
YaQui as he gaZed at the rich vein o.
ore. and as he saw the grim smile or
Buds rugged countenance he showed
his white teeth in sympathy.
~Que bueno!" he murmured "HoV
good!" gathering the precious frag
ments in his handkerchief.
At the camp they crushed thu
picked ore in a mortar and PANIED i
In the creek, and for the moment D,
Lancey dropped his air of preoccu
pancy as he stared at the streak o
pure gold Like a yellow film it la,
along the edge of the last fine tailings
and when skilful washing had left i
bare. it cleaned like a jewel In tn
pan.
by Jove, Budi" he cried, that's tn
real stuff-and it goes a dollar to tn
pan easyi"
Sure thing!" assented Bud. Let
pound a lot Of it and wash it as we g
then Wen have some getaway none
when things break loose here!"
'T1I go you!" answered Phil, an
Buds heart warmed toward him as b
watched him pound up a piece OF or
and go to swirling the dirt in tn
pan
But alas for the fond hopes he che
Eshed! Even as he washed out tn
gold Pills mind wandered far ava,
pack to the hotel where Gracia Ar;
Gcn sat watching by the window.
Her hair was the color of gold. epu
me and refined again; yes. it wa
worth more than this golden dros
nat he caught in the bottom OF hi
pan And what was gold if he coul
not have her?
He paused in his labor and a dream
smile parted his hps-then he brol
into a song:
sweet honey bee, be sweet to me-,
~ heart is free. but here's fsse key,
1ock MP the garden gate: honey. ,:
know I'll wait,
QAdeS the rambler rose txee-ee