Williams news., 1914-10-15

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 For the first few days they fingered about the mine. gloating over 1t in secret, laughing back and forth, sing ing gay songs-then, as the ecstasy passed and the weariness of waiting set in, they went two ways. Some fascination, unexplained to Bud. drew De Lancey to the town. He left in the morning and came back at night, but Hooker stayed at the mine.
 Day and night, weekdays and Sun days, he watched it jealously, lest someone should slip in and surprise their secret for company he had his pet horse, Copper Bottom, and the Yaqui Indian, Amigo.
 1gnacio was the Indians real name, for the Yaquis are all good Catholics and named uniformly after the saints; but Bud had started to call him Amigo, or friend, and Ignacio had conferred the same name on him.
 Poor Ignacio! His four-dollar-a-day job had gone glimmering in half day, but when the Mexican laborers departed he fingered around the camp, doing odd jobs, until he won place for himself.
 At night he slept up in the rocks, where no treachery could take him unaware, but at the first peep of dawn it was always Amigo who arose and lit the fire.
 Then, if no one got up, he cooked a breakfast after his own ideas, boiling the coffee until it was as strong as lye, broiling meat on sticks, and went to turn, out the horses.
 With the memory of many envious glances cast at Copper Bottom, Hooker had built stout corral, where he kept the horses up at night. allowing them to graze close-hobbled in the daytime.
 A Mexican insurrecto on foot is 8 contradiction of terms, if there are. any horses or mules in the country, and several bands of examiners from Fortuna had gone through their camp in that condition, with new rifles in their hands. But if they had any de- signs on the Eagle Tail live stock they, speedily gave them up; for, while he would feed them and even listen to their false tales of patriotism. Bud had no respect for numbers when it came to admiring his horse
 Even with the Yaqui, much as he trusted him, he had reservations about Copper Bottom; and once, when he found him betting him and stroking his nose, he shook his head forbid dingly. And from that day on, though he watered Copper Bottom and cared for his wants, Amigo was careful never to caress him.
 But in all other matters, even to lending him his gun, Bud trusted the Yaqui absolutely. It was about week after he came to camp that Amigo sighted a deer. and when Bud loaned him his rife he killed it with single shot
 Soon afterward he came loping back from scouting tip and made signs for the gun again, and this time he brought in young peccary, which he roasted in pit, Indian style. After that, when the meat was low, Bud sent him out to hunt, and each time he brought back wild hog or deer for every cartridge,
 The one cross under which the Yaqui suffered was the apparent fan- ure of the mine. and, after dipping up into the cut few times, he finally came back radiant. ,
 'Mira!" he said, holding out piece of rock; and when Hooker gazed at the chunk of quartz be pointed to the specks of gold and grunted. "Oro!"
 ''Seglro!" answered Bud, and going down into his pocket. he produced an other like it. At this the Yaqui cooked his head to one side and regarded him strangely.
 Why you no dig goid?" he asked at last, and then Bud told him the story.
 sWe have an enemy be said, who might steal 1t from us. So now we wait for papers. When we get them, we dig!"
 "AhI" breathed Amigo, his face sud denly clearing up; land can work for you then?"
 "Si," answered Bud, flor four dol lars a day. But now you help me watch, so nobody comes"
 "Stawano!" exclaimed the Indian, well satisfied, and after that he spent hours on the hilltop, his black head thrust out over the crest like a chuck awalla lizard as he conned the land below.
 So the days went by until three weeks had passed, and still no papers came As his anxiety increased Ph1 fell into the habit of staying in town overnight, and finally he was gone for two days. The third day was drawing to 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.
 Two men!" he called, dashing up to the tent; ~one of them a rural!"
 Why a rural?" asked Bud, mysti- fed
 ITO take mel" cried Amigo, striking himself violently on the breast Lend me your rife!"
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