The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1914-08-07

and turn It over to Kruger, before we
lose out somewhere"
whats the matter with me COINS
in and talking to the agent?" suggest
ed Phil Then, as he saw his pard-
ner's face, he paused and laughed bit
terly.
you don't trust me any more, do
you, Bud?" he said.
well, it amt that SO much" evaded
Hooker; but / sure don't trust that
Manuel del Rey The first time you
90 into town he's going to pinch you,
and know it."
"I'm going to go in all the same"
declared De Lancey, land If the little
squirt tries to stop me"
Jaw, PHIL" entreated Bud, "be rea-
sonable, can't We? You got no call to
go up against that little Teller. He's
bad actor, can see that, and believe
he'd kill you If he got the chance. But
wait a little while-maybe he'll get
took off in the fights this summer!"
mo, he's too cursed mean for that!'
muttered De Lancey, but he seemed
to take some comfort in the thought.
As for Bud, he loafed around for a
while, cleaning UP camp, making
smoke for the absent Yaqqui, and look
ing over the deserted mine, but some
thing in the changed atmosphere made
him restless and uneasy.
Il wonder where that logged In
dian went to-" he said for the hun
dredth time, as the deep shadows
gathered in the valley. by Joe, Phil,
IL Amigo comes back I'm going to go
ahead on that mine. ! want to keep
him around here, and we might as
we'll get out some ore, II it's only for
a grub.stake. Come on-what do you
say? Well open her up-there's moth
ing to hide now. Well, I'll do 1t my
self, then-this setting around is get
ting on my nerves." -...
His far-seeing eyes, trained from his
boyhood to search the hills for cattle,
scanned the tops of the ridges as he
spoke; and while he sat and pondered
they noted every rock.
Then at last he rose up slowly and
gazed at a certain spot. He waved
| his arm, beckoning the distant point
! of blackness to come in, and soon
from around point in the canyon the
Yaqui appeared, bearing heavy Maui
ser rife 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, for
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 a 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
II wonder what that Indian Is wait
ing around here for" remarked Phil ir
English. "He must have his eye or
somebody"
yeah, I bet" agreed Bud, regard
ing his savage friend with a specula
tive interest. Most Of them Yaqu
soldiers was farmhands in this coun
try before they rounded them up.
reckon he's looking for the man tina
: had him deported.
Tired, Amigo?" he inquired II
Spanish, and Ignacio gravely acknowl
edged that he was. little.
Then drink plenty coffee" went OF
Hooker. Eat lots-tomorrow we g
to work in the nine"
Tomorrow repeated the Indian
i AZ IL COuSLuCIlu6 LIB OIhSA engage
ments; "goodl" He nodded smiling
{ assent.
/ After a month and more of idlenes
| Bud and Amigo performed prodigie
r of labor in the cut, rolling dow
boulders, lifting them up on the tram
and clearing away the face Of the cliff
: Their tram was ramshackle, thei
track the abandoned rails from olde
; workings, and their tools little NOR
than their hands, but by noon the las
!. broken fragments were heaved asid
and the shattered ledge revealed.
A low cry Of wonder escaped tn
Yaqui as he gazed at the rich vein o
ORE and as he saw the grim smile o.