The Elbert County tribune., 1914-07-31
CHAPTER vI-contlnued.

Que busca?" the one-eyed one
finally inquired; what are you look
ing for?"
And when Phil oracularly answered.
Cold" the old man made motion
to the boy to go on and sat down on
a, neighboring rock
DO you want to buy a prospect?"
he asked. and Bud glanced up at him
grimly.
I'VE find our own prospects" an
swered Phil.
But l know of very rich lros-
pect," protested Mendez; very richl"
He shrilled his voice to express how
rich 1t was.
"Yes?" observed Phil; then why
don't you dig the gold out2 But, as
for us, we find our own mines. That
is our business"
"Seguro!" nodded Mendez, glancing
at their outfit approvingly. But am
poor man-very poor-I casnot de-
nounce the mine. So wait for some
rich Americana to come and buy it. l
have a friend-a very rich fnan-in
Gadsden. but he will not come; SO
will sell it to you"
Did you get that, Bud?" jested Phil
in English. THE old man here thinks
we're rich Americans and he wants
to sell us a NINE"
Bud laughed silently at this, and
Mr.. Mendez. his hopes somewhat blast
ed by their levity, began to boast of
his find, giving the history OF the
Eagle Tail with much circumstantial-
ity and explaining that it was lost
padre mine.
Sure" observed Phil, going back to
his horse and picking up the bride.
that's what they all say. They're
all lost padre mines, and you can see
them from the door of the church.
Come on. Bud, let's go,"
%And SO you could this!" cried Men
dez. cunning along after them as they
rode slowly up the canyon. from the
old church that was washed away by
the hoodi This is the very mine
where the padres dug out all their
(gold! Are you going up this way7
Come, then. and / will show you-the
very place. except that the Americana
ruined 1t with blast!"
He tagged along after them, whee-
ding and protesting while they ban
tered him about his mine. until they
finally came to the place-the ruins
of the Eagle Tail.
It lay spraddled out along the hill
side. series of gopher-holes. dumps
and abandoned workings, looking
more like a badly managed stone
quarry than q relic of padre days.
Dorso ID nf oil
exploded in one big blast, had de-
stroyed all traces of his mine. besides
starting an avalanche OF loose shale
that had poured down and filed the
pocket.
Added to this, Aragon aud his men
had rooted around in the debris in
search of the vein. and the story of
their inefficient work was told by
great piles of loose rock stacked up
beside caved-in trenches and series
of timid tunnels driven into the neigh
boring ridges.
Under the circumstances II would
certainly call for a mining engineer
to locate the lost lead. and De Lancey
looked it over thoughtfully as he be-
gan to figure on the work to be- done.
Undoubtedly there was a mine there
and the remains Of an old Spanish
smelter down the creek showed that
the ground had once been very rich
but II Kruger had not told him In
advance he would have passed up the
Job IN a minute.
Well" he said. turning coldiy upon
the fawning Mendez. who was all
curves in mis- desire to please, where
is your prospecto?"
"Aqui, senor!" replied the Mexican,
pointing to the disrupted rock slide.
Here 1t was that the Americana
Crooka had his mine-rich with gold
much gold!"
He shrilled his voice emphatically,
and De Lancey shrilled his In reply.
"Here?" he exclaimed. gazing
blankly at the hillside. and then he
broke into laugh "All right, my
friend" he said. giving Bud a face
tfous wink; how much do you want
for this prospect7"
-Four hundred dollars" answered
Mendez in tone at once hopeful and
apologetic. 1T is very rich. Senior
Crooka shipped some ore that was full
Of gold. packed 1t out for him on
my burros; but. / am sorry. have
no piece Of It'll"
YES" responded De Lancey. Il am
sorry. too. SO. of course. we cannot
buy the prospecto since you have no
ore to show; but l am glad for this.
Senior Mendez." he continued with q
kindly smile. 'it shows that you are