The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1914-06-12
Copyright. 1914. by Frank A. MunseyJ
Continued from Page q

hio aiLu, DeckonlnS the distant pO1n
OF Diackness to come in, and sool
from around point In the canyon tn,
Yaqui appeared, bearing a heavy Maui
ser rifle on his arm.
Across his broad breast hung the
same familiar cartridge.belt, two more
encircled his hips, and he walked
with his head held high, like the war
rior that he was.
Evidently his flight had led to the
place where his arms had been hid, fol-
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 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,"
mot yeti" returned the Indian, and
he did not smile at that.
Il wonder what that Indian is wait
ing around here for?" remarked Phil in
English. He must have his eye on
somebody"
Yeah, bet" agreed Bud, regard
ing his savage friend with specula-
tive interest. Most of them Yaaui
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 20
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 prodigies
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, their
track the abandoned rails from older
workings, and their tools little more
than 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 of
ore, and as he saw the grim smile on
Buds rugged countenance he showed
his white teeth In sympathy.
"Que bueno!" he murmured. "How
good" gathering the precious frag-
ments in his handkerchief.
At the camp they crushed the
picked ore in mortar and PANIED 1t
in the creek, and for the moment De
Lancey dropped his air of preoccu-
pancy as he stared at the streak of
pure gold Like yellow film it lay
along the edge of the last fine tailings,
and when skilful washing had left il
bare, it cleaned like a jewel in the
pan.
BY Joye, Bud" he cried, that's the
real stuf-and il goes a dollar to the
pan easy!"
Sure thing" assaated Bud. Lets
pound lot Of it and wash II as we 90
then Wen have some getaway money
when things break loose here"
I'm 30 ycu.' answered Phil, and
Buds heart warmed toward him as he !
watched him poUid up u piece of ore |
and 80 70 svirlia5 tie c.. III the
pan.
fut AIS for the ford borea he cher.
ished, Even as :. uasard ont the !
Soid PMS mind Wandered far a.av.
back 10 the hotel where Gracia Ara. |
goG g"t w%fchng by the window.
Her hair was the color of gold snpn
fine and reanod again; yes. it was
worth more than this eolden dross /
that he caught in the bottom Of his
gan And what was gold ii he could
not have her?
He paused in his labor and a dreamy
smile parted his lps-then he broke
into song:
sweet honey bee, b. sweet to me.
MY heart is free. bur here's the KEY.
LOCK UP the garden gate, honey. YOU
know I'll wait.
Under the rambler rose tree-er
Once more he returned to his work
humming now the dulcet strains Of
The Merry Widow" and when Rud
came back from the cut it was to hear
a coon song:
Cos want yer, me honey. YES, I want
Yer, want yer;
Cos want yer, ma honey. YES I dol
So he labored and sang. until finally
the labor ceased, and then the song
he went about other things, and other
thoughts, not so cheerful, filled his
mind.
returned sadly to the comnanv