Williams news., 1914-09-03
A Stirring Story Of the Mexican Revolution

(CopYa8nzs 11As .; It is the boast of cowboys that they can tell another puncher at a glance. but they are not alone in this-there are other crafts that leave their mark and other men as shrewd- A group of mining men took one look at the smaller man. noting the candle-grease on his corduroys and the intelligence in his eyes; and to them the big man was no more than a laborer-or a shift-boss at most-and the little man was one of their kind. Every line in his mobile face spoke of intellect and decision. and aa they walked it was he who did the talking while the big man only nodded and smiled.
 They took turn or two up the street, now drifting into some clamor- ous saloon, now standing at gaze on the sidewalk: and as the drinks began to work, the little man became more and more animated, the big man more and more amiable in his assent and silence.
 Then they passed the crowd of refu- gees they stopped and listened, com menting on the various opinions by an exchange of knowing smiles. An old prospector, white-haired and tanned to tropic brown, finally turned upon a presumptuous optimist and the little man nodded approvingiy as he heard him express his views
 You can say what you please" the prospector ended. but Pm going to keep out of that country. I've knowed them Mexicans for thirty years now and I'm telling you they're gitting Itreacherous. It don't do no good to have your gun with you-they'l shoot you from behind rock-and if they can't git you that way, they'll knife you in your sleep.
 I've noticed big change in them paisanos since this war come on. Be- fore Madero made his break they used to be scared of Americans if they killed one of us the rest would cross the border and eat 'em up. What few times they did tackle white man he generally give good account of himself, too, and I've travelled them trails for years without hardly know ing what 1t was to be afraid of any body; but tell you it's entirely diff ferent over there now"
 Sure! That's rightl" spoke up the little man, with spirit You're talk ing more sense than any man on the street guess ought to know-Pve been down there and through it all and it's got SO now that you can't trust any of 'em. My pardner and came clear from the Sierra Madres, riding nights, and we come pretty near know ing-hey, Bud!"
 That's right" observed Bud. the big man, with reminiscent grin, T begin to think them fellers would get usr for whils!"
 prospector politely.
 Working on lease," said the little man briefly Owner got scared out and let us in on shares. But no more for muh-this will hold me for quite while, I can tell you!"
 Here, too.. agreed the big man, turning to go- Arizona is good enough for me-come on, Phil!"
 Where to?" The little man drew
 
 changed his mind. All right" he said, falling into step, "a gin fzz for mfne!"
 Not on an empty stomach" ad- monished his pardper; you might get lit up and tell somebody all you know How about something to eat?"
 Good! But where re you going?"
 The big man was leading off down a side street, and once more they came to halt.
 he explained laconically. The hotels all right, and maybe that was break fast we got, but I get hungry waiting that way. Gimme lunch-counter, where can wrop my legs around a stool and watch the cook turn 'em over. Come on-I been there before 9 An expression of pitying tolerance came over the little mans face as he listened to this rhapsody on the quick lunch, but he drew away reluctantly
 "Aw, come on, Bud" he pleaded. Have a little class! Whats the use of winning stake if you've got to eat at dog joint? And besides-say, that was a peach of girl that waited on us this morning! Did you notice her hair? She was pippini"
 The big man ,waggled his hand re- signedly and started on his way.
 "An right, pardner," he observed; |; | If that's the deal she's probably look | ing for you. I'll meet you in the room"
 "Aw, come on!" urged the other, but his heart was not in it, and he turned gaily away up the main street. Left to himself, the big man went on to his lunch-counter, where he ordered | oysters, "A dozen in the milk" Then he ordered beefsteak, to make up for several he had missed, and asked the cook to fry it rare. He was just negotiating for can of pears that had caught his eye when an old man came in and took the stool beside him, pick | ing up the menu with trembling hand
 Give me a cup of coffee," he said to