The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1914-08-08
CHAPTER Vi-continued.

Que busca?" the one-eyed on,
nnally inquired; what are you look
ing for?"
AND when Phil oracularly answered
Gold" the old man made a motion
10 the boy to go on and sat down or
neighboring rock.
DO you want to buy prospect p
ne asked, and Bud glanced I'D at him
grimly.
I'VE find our own prospects," an
swered Phil.
but | know of very rich pros
pect,' protested Mendez; very rich!'
He shrilled his voice to express how
rich 1t 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 I am
a poor man-very poor-I cannot de-
nounce the mine. So wait for some
Tlch Americana to come and buy it.
nave a friend-a very rich man-in
Gadsden, but he will not come; SO I
will sell it to you"
Did you get that, Bud?" TESTED Phil
IN English. "The old man here thinks
we're rich Americans and he wants
to sell us mine"
Bud laughed silently at this, and
Mr.. Mendez, his hopes somewhat blast
cd by their levity, began to boast of
his find. giving the history OF the
Eagle Tail with much circumsantial-
lily and explaining that 1t was a 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 a blast!"
He tagged along after them, vince
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 a 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 filled 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 a series
OF timid tunnels driven into the neigh
boring ridges.
Under the circumstances 1t would |
certainly call for a mining engineer |
to locate the lost lead, and De Lancey
looked it 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
smelter down the creek showed that
the ground had once been very rich
but II Kruger had not told him In
advance he would have passed up the
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,
to the disrupted rock slide.
~~SAS - wac tioI tlS k1ulcl |
Crooka had his mine-rich with gold
much gold!"
He shrilIed his voice emphatically,
and De Lancey shrilled his In reply.
"Here?" he exclaimed, gazing
blankly at the hillside, and then he
broke into laugh. "All right, my
friend" he said. giving Bud face
tious wink; "how much do you want
Tor this prospect?"
-Four hundred dollars" answered
Mendez in tone at once hopeful and
apologetic. ut is very rich. Senior
Crooka shipped some ore that was full ,
If gold. packed it out for him on I
ny burros; but, / am sorry, l have
10 piece of it," 1
YES" responded De Lancey, 81 am
sorry, too. So, Of course, we cannot
BUY the prospecto since you have no
IRE to show; but am glad for this,
senior Mendez," he continued with a
lindiy smile: 1T shows that you are g,