The Huttig news., 1914-09-19


 ture, he laid open his shirt and pointed to scar along the ribs.
 He shot me there" he said.
 And so you have come to kill him ?''
 "Yes," answered Amit.e; but not now. Tomorrow I go to my paople- l must take them my money first"
 Have you got wife?" asked Hook CT. forgetting for once his accustomed reserve.
 No" grumbled Amiga, shaking his head sadly, mo wife"
 "Oh, you take your money to your father and mother
 No. No father-no mother-nade!"
 He threw up his open hands to sig nifty that all were gone, and Hooker said no more. For three months and more he had worked alongside this giant, silent Yaqui and only once had he sensed his past. That was when Amigo had torn his ehirt in lifting, and across the ripping muscles of his . back there had been shown the long white vale of whip
 It was the mark of his former slavery when, with the rest of his peo. pie, he had been deported to the hene- quen fields of Yucatan and fiogged by 1 the oyerseer's lash-and Amigo was ashamed of it. But DOW that he was about to go, Bud made bold to ask him one more question, to set his mind at rest
 Perhaps this captain killed your people?"
 No, senor," answered Amigo quiet ly; they djed'
 He spoke the words simply, but ! there was something in his voice that i brought up images of the past--ot peaceful Yaquis, seized at every ranch in Sonora on certain night; of long marches overland, prodded on by furales and guards; Of the crowded prison-ships from which the most an- guished hurled themselves into the sea; and then the awful years of slavery in the poisoned tropics, until only the hardest were left
 Amigo had seen it all, as the scars on his broad back proved-but he Hi'nol cW DOW llllO SlItHte d1u 1ell HIS thoughts unsaid. AS he sat there by the fire, one long, black hand held out to. keep the gleam from his eyes, he made a noble figure, but the Yaquq songs which he had crooned on other nights were forgotten, and he held himself tense and still. Then at las he rose and gazed at Bud ] I, 'I go now"
 Sure" answered Bud, and after he had weighed out the equivalent iu gold on his scales he Tipped in some more for luck and gave him sack to hold it.
 What you buy with All that?" he inquired with a friendly grin: grub?
 No, senor,' answered Amigo, knot. ting the precious gold in a handker- chief; cartridges"
 What for?" queried Bud and then it was Amigo who smiled.
 'To kill Mexieans with" he replied, and in those words Hooker read the secret of his thrift.
 While his wild brethren fought ill the hills or prepared for the battles to come, it was his part to earn the money that should keep them in am munition. It was for that. in fact, that Porfirio Diaz had seized all the peace full Yaquis in night and shipped them to Yucatan-for he saw that while they were working the wild Yaquis would never lack.
 All the time that Amigo had been doing two mems work and saving on the price of shirt he had held that cheerful dream in his mind-to kill more Mexicans!
 Yet, despite the savagery in him Hooker had come to like the Yaqui. and he liked him still With the rurales on his trail it was better that he should go, but Bud wanted him to return. So, knowing the simple hon esty of Indians. he brought out his own spare pistol and placed it in Ami go's hands. Often he had seen him gazing at it longingly. for it was light CT than his heavy Mauser and better for the journey.
 Here he said, "I will lend you my pistol-and you can give it to me when you come back"
 "Sure!" answered the Indian, hang ing it on his hip; "adios."
 They shook hands then, and the Yaqui disappeared in the darkness. Iii tke morning, when squad of rurales closed in on the camp, they found nothing but his great tracks in the dust