The Anderson daily intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson, S.C.) 1914-1915, 1914-07-12

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
well get out some ore. II it's only for
q grub.stake. Come on-whnt do you
say? Wen open her up-there's moth
Ing to hide now. Well, III do it my
self. then-this setting around is got
ting on my nerves"
His far-seeing eyes, trained from his
bOyhood To search tho hills for cattle,
scanned tho tops Of the ridges as he
spoke: and while he sat and pondered
they noted every rock.
Then ut last he rose up slowly and
gazed ut certain spot He waved
his arm. heckoning the distant point
OF blackncss to come in. and soon
from around Il point In the canyon tho
Ynqui appeared. bearing a heavy Mau-
ser rifle on his arm.
Across his broad breast hung the
same familiar cartridge belt, two moro
encirclcd his hips, and he walked
with his head held high. like the war
rior that he was.
Evidently his flight had led to tho
place where his arms had been hid, for
he wore the regulation knife-bayonet
Mt his hip and around his hat was tho
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 portont and he smiled Mt the tests
about his gun, he simply waved his
hand to the south and east and mur-
mured:
"Muchos revoltosos!"
9'Seguro;" answered Bud jokingly:
but have you killed any?"
mot yeti" returned the Indian, and
he did not smile &C that.
Il wonder what that Indian Is wait
ing around here for?" remarked Phil in
English. HE must have his eye on
somebody"
xs Yeah, bet" agreed Bud. regard
ing his savage friend with q specula-
tive interest Most of them Yaqui
soldiers was farmhands in thio coun.
try before they rounded them up.
reckon he's looking for the man that
had him deported.
Tired. Amigo7" he inquired In
Spanish. and Ignacio gravely acknowl-
edged that he was. little.
Then drink plenty coffee" went on
Hooker. Eat lots-tomorrow we go
to work in the mine"
Tomorrow" repeated the Indian.
as II considering his other engage
ments: "good!" He nodded q smiling
assent.
After q month and more OF idleness
Bud and Amigo performed prodigics
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 we're heaved aside
and the shattered ledge revealed.
A low cry or 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.
Al the camp they crushed the
picked ore In a mortar and panned 1t
In the creek. and for the moment De
Lancey dropped his air Of preoccu-
ppncy as he stared at the streak OF
pure gold. Like yellow film it lay
along the edge Of the last fine tailings.
and when skilfpl washing had left It
bare. 1t cleaned like jewel In the
pan.
by Jove. Budi"" he cried. "that'a the
real stun -ant 1t goes a dollar to the
pan easy!" ~
Sure thinsl" asa5hted Bud. "Let,e
pound lot Of it,and wash it ao we go
then we'll HAYS some getaway money
when thingsIbreak loose here!"
"Ill go you'll" answered Phil. and
Buds heart warmed toward him as he
Watched him pound UP piece Of ore
pnd go to swirl;ng the dirt In the
pan.
But alas for the fond hopes he cher
ished! Even as he washed out tho
gold Phil's mind wandered far away.
back to the hotel where GrRcia Ara
gon sat watching by the window.
Her hair was tho color OF gold. spun
fine and refined again; yes. It was
worth more thnn this golden dross
that he caught In the bottom Of his
pan. And what was gold II he could
not have herf