Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1914-06-19
CHAPTER vI-continued.

CHAPTER VI-Continued.
"Que busca?" the one-eyed one
finally inquired; what are you look
ing for?"
And when Phil oracularly answered,
"Gold!" the old man made motion
to the boy to go on and sat down on
a neighboring rock.
do you want to buy prospect?"
he asked, and Bud glanced up at him
grimly.
I'VE find our own prospects," an
swered Phil.
But l know of very rich pros
pect," protested Mendez; very rich!"
He shrilled his voice to express how
rich it was.
''Yes?" observed Phil; "then why
don't you dig the gold out? But, as
for us, we find our own mines. That
is our business"
"Seguro!" nodded Mendez, glancing
at their outfit approvingly. But am
poor man-very poor-I cannot de-
nounce the mine. So l wait for some
rich Americana to come and buy it. l
have a friend-a very rich MANN
Gadsden, but he will not come; SO
will sell it to you
did you get that, Bud?" TESTED Phil
in English. 1.-THE old man here thinks
we're rich Americans and he wants
to sell us a mine"
Bud laughed silently at this, and
Mr.. Mendez, his hopes somewhat blast
ed by their levity, began to boast of
his find, giving the history of the
Eagle Tail with much circumstantial-
fly and explaining that it was lost
padre mine.
Sure" observed Phil, going back to
his horse and picking up the bride,
that's what they all say. They're
all lost padre mines, and you can see
them from the door of the church.
Come on, Bud, let's go!"
And so you could this!" cried Men
DEE, running along after them as they
rode slowly up the canyon, from the
old church that was washed away by
the flood! This is the very mine
where the padres dug out all their
gold! Are you going up this way?
Come, then, and / will show you-the
very place, except that the Americana
ruined it with blast!"
He tagged along after them. whee-
ding and protesting while they ban
tered him about his mine, until they
finally came to the place-the ruins
of the Eagle Tail
1t lay spraddled out along the hill
side, a series of gopher-holes, dumps
and abandoned workings, looking
more like badly managed stone
quarry than a relic of padre days.
,Kruger's magazine of giant powder.
exploded in one big blast, had de-
.stroyed all traces of his mine. besides
starting an avalanche of loose shale
that had poured down and filed the
pocket.
Added to this, Aragon and his men
had rooted around in the debris in
search of the vein, and the story of
their inefficient work was told by
great piles of loose rock stacked up
beside caved-in trenches and series
of timid tunnels driven into the neigh
boring ridges.
Under the circumstances it would
certainly call for a mining engineer
to locate the lost lead, and De Lancey
looked 1t over thoughtfully as he be-
gan to figure on the work to be done.
Undoubtedly there was mine there
and the remains of an old Spanish
snelter down the creek showed that
the ground had once been very rich
but if Kruger had not told him in
h. n
job in a minute.
WELL" he said. turning coldly upon
the fawning Mendez, who was all
curves in his desire to please, where
is your prospecto?"
"Aqui, senor!" replied the Mexican,
pointing to the disrupted rock slide.
Here it was that the Americana
Crooka had his mine-rich with gold
much gold!"
He shrilled his voice emphatically.
and De Lancey shrilled his in reply.
"l1ere?" he exclaimed, gazing
blarkly at the hillside. and then he
broke into laugh. "All right, my
friend" he said. giving Bud a face
tious wink; "how much do you want
for this prospect7"
-Four hundred dollars" answered
Mendez in tone at once hopeful and
apologize. ct is very rich. Senior
Crooka shipped some ore that was full
of gold. / packed it out for him on
my burros; but. am sorry. have
no piece of it,"
YES" responded De Lancey, Il am
sorry, too. So, of course. we cannot
buy the prospecto since you have no
ore to show; but am glad for this,
Senior Mendez." he continued with
kindly smile; st shows that you are