The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1914-09-17

So Don Felipe turned powder.man
and blacksmith, sharpening up the
drills at the little forge they had fash.
toned and loading the holes with dy.
break a rock. while Bud bossed the
unwilling Mexicans.
In an old tunnel behind their tent
they set heavy gate. and behind II
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 II for protection. For II there
Is any one thing, next to horses, that
the rebels are won't to steal, II II
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 II from under his pillow and
hung It 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 we're conscious
OF his eye. Therefore 1t was all the
more surprising when, one day, look
ing up suddenly from heaving at n
great rock. he saw the big Yaqui sol
der, Amigo. gazing down at him from
the cut bank.
Yes, It was the same man. but with
a difference-his rife and cartridge
belts were 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 a crowbar ard
slipped IL into a 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 II only
by the cigarettes he smoked. and
Hooker. studying up the chances he
would take by hiring a deserter, let
him wait until he came to a decision.
Oyer. 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, wen" And
he left his Mexicans to dawdle as they
would while he led the Indian to camp.
There he showed him the coffee pot
and the kettle Of beans by the fire, set
out slab Of Dutch-oven bread and a
sack Of jerked beef. some stewed fruit
and a can Of strip. and left him to do
his worst
In the course of half an hour or so
he came back and found the Yaqui
ooPPih6 UP ohi w Win tHc last VI Nhc
bread and humming a little tune. So
they sat down and smoked a cigarette
and came to the business at hand.
Where you go?" inquired Bud; but
Amigo only shrugged enigmatically.
You like to work." continued Bud.
and the Indian broke into a smile Of
assent.
"Muy bien," said Hooker with final-
ity; Il give Mexicans two dollars 4
day. give you four. Is that enoughf"
49," nodded the Yaqui. and without
more words he followed Bud back to
the cut There. In half a day. he ac-
complished more than all the Mexi-
cane put together. leaping boldly up
the bank to dislodge hanging boulders.
boosting them by main strength up
onto the ramshackle tram they had
constructed. and trundling them out
to the dump with the shove OF a mighty
hand.
He was q willing worker. using his
head every minute; but though he was