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

make any d~1nerence. as long as We
stick together. What's the use Of
swearing of-going on record in adj
vance? We may find some fellow that
we can't work any other wayne may
have to go on a drunk with him In OF.
der to get his goatl But will you
stick? That's the pointis
Bud glanced at him and grunted, and
for a long time he rode on in silence.
Before them lay q rolling plain. dip
ping by broad gulches and d~windling
ridges to the lower levels of Old Mex
leo, and on the skyline, thin and blue.
stood the knifelike edges of the For.
tunas miles away.
With desert-trained eyes he noted
the landmarks. San Juan mountain to
the right Old Niggerhead to the left,
and the feather-edge of mountains far
below; and as he looked he stored 1t
away In his mind in case he should
come back on the run some night.
1t was not a foreboding. but the
training Of his kind, to note the lay of
the ground. and he planned just where
he would ride to keep under cover If
he ever made a dash for the line. But
all the time his pardner was talking of
friendship and of the necessity of their
sticking together.
I'll tell you. Bud" he said at last.
his voice trembling with sentiment,
whether we win or lose, l won't have
a single regret as long as l know we've
been true to one another. You may
know Texas and Arizona. Bud. but I
know Old Mexico. the land of manana
and broken promises. I know the coun-
try, Bud-and the climate-and the
women!
"They play the devil with the best
of us, Bud, these dark-eyed senoritasl
That's what makes all the trouble
down here between man and man. it's
these women and their ways. They're
not satisfied to win a mans heart
they want him to kill somebody to
show that he really loves them. BY
Jove, they're a tickle lot. and nothing
pleases 'em more than setting man
against man, n pardner against an
other"
I'VE never had any trouble yet" OBJ
served Bud sententiously.
mo, but we're likely to-" protested
De Lancey. These Indian women up
In the Sierras wouldn't turn anybody's
head, but we're going down into the
hot country now, where the girls are
pretty, tara. tara, and we talk through
the windows at midnight"
We'll. If you'll cut out the BOOZE"
said Hooker shortly. you can have
'em all, for all of me-"
Sure, that's what you say, but wait
till you see theml Oh, la, la, la"-he
kissed his fingers ecstatically-"Tn be
glad to see 'em myself But listen.
Bud, here's the proposition. let's take
an oath right now, while we're start
ing out, that whatever comes up Wen
always be true to each other. II one
of us is wounded, the other stays with
him; If he's In prison, he gets him out;
If he's killed. he avenges his"
Say" hroka in Bud. iostling him
rudely as he reached into the saddle.
bags, "let me carry that bottle for a
while"
He took a big drink out of 1t to pre-
vent De Lancey from getting it all and
showed 1t inside his overalls.
"All right, pardner." he continued,
with a hooking smile, anything you
say. / never use oaths myself much,
but anything to oblige."
mo, but I mean it, Eudi" cried De
Lancey. Here's the proposit. on now.
Whatever happens. we stay with each
other till this deal is finished: on all
scratch cases we match money to see
who's it; and IL we tangle over some
girl the best man wins and the other
n stays away. We leave it to the
girl which one wins. Will you shake
hands on that?"
Don't need to-" RESPONDED Bud;
"I1l do it anyway"
well, shake on it, them" insisted
De Lancey, holding out his hand.
"Oh, Sallyi" burst out Pul. hanging
his head in embarrassment, "what's
the use of getting mushy?"
But a moment later he leaned over
in his saddle and locked hands with q
viselike grip.
"My old man told me not to make
no such promises" he muttered, 'but
III do 1t, beings it's you"
Ito Be C%ontinued.l