The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1914-06-10

The Land of Broken Promises
--By DANE COOLIDGE==
\ Stirring Story OF The Mexican Revolution

drills at the little forge they had fash
toned and loading the holes with dy-
Mantle when 1t became necessary to
break a rock, while Bud bossed the
unwilling Mexicans.
In an old tunnel behind their tent
they set heavy gate, and behind 1t
they stored their precious powder.
Then came the portable forge and the
blacksmith shop, just inside the mouth
of the cave, and the tent backed up
against 1t for protection. For II there
ia any one thing. next to horses, that
the rebels are wont to steal. 1t is
giant powder to blow up culverts with,
or to lay on the counters of timorous
country merchants and brighten them
into making contributions.
AS for their horses, Bud kept them
belled and hobbled, close to the house,
and no one ever saw him without his
gun. In the morning, when he got up,
he took 1t from under his pillow and
hung 1t on his belt, and there it
stayed until bedtime
He also kept sharp watch on the
trail, above and below, and what few
men did pass through were conscious
of his eye. Therefore it was all the
more surprising when, one day, look
ing up suddenly from heaving at a
great rock, he saw the big Yaqui SOL
der, Amigo, gazing down at him from
the cut bank.
Yes, 1t was the same man, but with
a difference-his rifle and cartridge
belts we're absent and his clothes were
torn by the brush. But the same
good-natured, competent smile was
there, and after few words with Bud
he leaped nimbly down the bank and
laid hold upon the rock. They pulled
together. and the boulder that had
baked Buds gang Of Mexicans moved
easily for the two Of them.
Then Amigo seized crowbar and
slipped 1t into Granny and showed
them few things about moving rocks
For half an hour or more he worked
along, seemingly bent on displaying
his skill, then he sat down on the
bank and watched the Mexicans with
tolerant, half-amused eyes.
II he was hungry he showed 1t only
by the cigarettes he smoked. and
Hooker studying up the chances he
would take by hiring dsserter. let
him wait until he came to decision.
"Oyez. Amigo" he hailed at last,
and, rubbing his hand around on his
stomach. he smiled questioningly
whereat the YaQui nodded his head
avidly.
"Stawano!" said Hooker, "ven." And
he left his Mexicans to dawdle as they
would while he led the Indian to camp
There he showed him the coffee pol
and the kettle Of beans by the fire, sci
out a slab Of Dutch-oven bread and q
sack Of jerked beef. some stewed frui,
and can Of strip. and left him to Dc
his worst.
In the course Of half an hour or X
he came back and found the Yaqu
sopping up strip with the last OF thu
bread and hummins little tune. 81
they sat down and smoked a cigarette
and came to the business at hand.
Where you got" inquired Bud; bu
Amigo only shrugged automatically.
you like to work." continued Bud
and the Indian broke into a smile O
assent.
"Muy bien," said Hooker with final
ity; Il give Mexicans two dollars
day give you four. Is that enough ?
"Si," nodded the Yaqui, and withou
more words he followed Bud back t
the cut. There. In half day, he &C
complished more than all the Mex
cans put together, leaping boldly u
the bank to dislodge hanging boulders
boosting them by main strength u
onto the ramshackle tram they ha
constructed. and trundling them on
to the dump with the shove of might
hand
He was willing worker, using hi
: head every minute; but though he wa