Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1914-07-03

and they were marching dogged1y to
and fro through the thorny mesquit
bushes In response to shouted orders
from an officer. Being from Zacatecas.
where the breed is short, they stood
about as high as their guns; and their
crumpleds linen suits and Tapping san
dals detracted sadly from the soldierly
effect.
Big and hulking, and swelling with
the pride of his kind, Hooker looked
them owe slowly, and spoke his hid
den thought.
Il wonder" he said, turning to Phil.
"how many of them l could lick with
one hand?"
We'll, they're nothing but a lot of
petty convicts. anyway" answered De
Lancey, 'sbut here's some boys ahead
that I'll bet could hold you, man for
man. husky as you are, old fellow"
They were riding past a store, now
serving as an improvised barracks,
and romping about In the streets were
a pair of tall Yaqui Indians, each deco
rated with a cartridge-belt about his
hips In token of his military service.
Laughing and grabbing for holds, they
frolicked like a couple of boys until
finally they closed in a grapple that re-
vealed a sudden and pantherlike
strength.
And a group OF others, summing
themselves against the wall, looked up
at the Americans with eyes as fearless
as mountain eagles.
Eyes, that's right" admitted Bud,
returning their friendly greeting, "but
we'll never have no trouble with
them"
well, these Nacionales are not SO
bad" defended Phil, as they passed
the state soldiers of Sonora on the
street, ''but they're just as friendly as
the Yaquis."
Sure" jeered Bud, when they're
soberl But you get a bunch of 'em
drunk and ask EN- what they think of
the gringos! No, you got to show me
1--we seer too much of EN-"
you haven't seen as much of 'em
as I have, yet" retorted De Lancey
quickly. 1--WE been all over the repub-
lie, except right here in Sonora, and l
swear these Sonorans here look good
to me. There's no use holding a
crouch against them, Bud they
haven't done us any dirt"
mo, they never had no chance"
grumbled Bud, gazing grimly to the
south. But wait till the hot weather
comes and the revoltosos come put of
their holes; wait till them chihuahua
greasers thaw out up in the Sierras
and come down to get some fresh
mounts. Well, I'll tell 'em one thing"
he ended. reaching down to pat his
horse, they'll never get old Copper
Bottom here-not unless they steal
him at night. It's all right to be cheer
full about this, Phil, and you keep right
on being glad, but I got a low-down
bunch that we're going to get In bad"
well. I've got just as good a hunch,"
came back De Lancey, that we're go
ing to make a killing"
Eyes, and speaking about Killings"
said Bud, you don't want to overlook
that"
He pointed at a group of disman-
tied adobe buildings standing out on
the edge of the town and f1anked by a
segment of whitewashed wall all spat-
tered and preached with bullet-holes.
There's where these prize Mexicans
of yourn pulled of the biggest killing
In Sonora l wal yer here yesterday
with that old prospector and he told
me that hat wall is the bull-ring.
After the first big fight they gathered
up three hundred and fifty men, more
or less, and throwed EN- In a trench
along by the wall-then they blowed 1t
over on EN- with a few sticks of dyna-
mite and let EN- pass for buried. No
crosses or nothing. Excuse me, If they
ever break loose like that-we might
get planted with the restl"
"By Jove, old top" exclaimed De
Lancey, laughing teasingly. you've
certainly got the blues today. Here.
take something out of this bottle and
see If II won't help"
He brought out a quart bottle from
his saddle-bags and Bud drank, and
shuddered at the bite of 1t.
"All right" he said, as he passed 1t
back, "and while we're talking, what's
the matter with cutting it out on booze
for this trip?"
what are you going to drink.
them" cried De Lancey in feigned
alarm, "water?"
"Well something like that" admit
ted Bud. Come on-what do you
say? We might get lit up and tell
something"
Nov lookee here. Bud" clamored
Phil. who had had a few drinks al
ready, 'you don't mean to insinuate.
do your Next thing / know you'll be
asking me to cut it out on the hay
might talk in my sleep, you know, and
give the whole snap away!"
mo, you're a good boy when you're
asleep, Phil" responded Bud, "but
when you get about half shot les diff
ferent- Come IN now-T1l anti If Won