Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1914-08-14
CHAPTER xIx-contIaued.

He looked the adobe house over
thoughtfully, listened long to the
raid on their camp, and retired to the
rocks for the night. Even Bud never
knew where he slept-somewhere up
on the hillside-in caves or clefts in
the rocks-and not even the most
pressing invitation could make him
share the house for night. To Amigo,
as to an animal a house was trap;
and he knew that the times were
treacherous.
So indeed they were, as Hooker was
to learn to his sorrow, and but for the
Yaqui and his murderous knife he
might easily have learned it too late.
1t was evening, after a rainless day,
and Bud was cooking by the open fire,
when suddenly Amigo vanished and
four men rode in from above. They
were armed with rifles, as befitted the
times, but gave no signs of ruffianly
bravado, and after few words Bud in
vited them to get down and eat.
muCudo 61dCldSS OOAO1S OclAO SAO
leader, dismounting and laying his rifle
against log, 1--WE are not hungry"
Then have some coffee" invited
Hooker, who made it a point to feed
every one who stopped, regardless of
their merit; and once more the Next
can declined. At this Bud looked at
him sharply, for his refusal did not
augur well, and it struck him the
mans face was familiar. He was tall
for a Mexican and heavily built, but
with a rather sinister cast of counte-
nance.
Where have l seen you before?"
asked Bud, after trying in vain to
place him. "In Fortuna?"
mo, senor," answered the Mexican
politely. Il have never been in that
CITY. Is it far?"
Ten miles by the TRAIL" responded
Hooker, by no means treasured, and
under pretext of inviting them to eat.
he took a look at the other men. If
they had not stopped to eat, what
then was their errand while the sun
was sinking so low? And why this
sulIen refusal of the coffee which every
Mexican drinks?
Bud stepped into the house, as if on
some errand, and watched them I'M
seen from the interior. Seeing them
exchange glances then, he leaned his
rifle just inside the door and went
about his cooking.
1t was one of the chances he took,
living out in the brush, but he had
come to know this low-browed type of
semi-bandit all too well and had small
respect for their courage. In case of
trouble Amigo was close by in the
rocks somewhere, probably with his
gun in his hand-but with little pa
thence and circumspection the unwel-
come visitors would doubtless move
on.
So he thought, but instead they lin
gered. and when supper was cooked he
decided to go to a show-down-and IL
they again refused to eat he would
send them on their way.
wen AMIGOS" he said, spreading
out the tin plates for them. Come and
eat!"
The three low-brows glared at their
leader, who had done what little talk
ing there was so far, and, seized with
a sudden animation, he Immediately
rose to his feet.
Many thanks, senor," he said with
a erin ling and specious politeness.
I'VE have come far and the trail is
long, so we will eat The times are
hard for poor men now-this traitor,
Madero, has made US all hungry. 1t Is
by him that we poor working men are
driven to insurrection-but we know
that the Americans are our friends.
Yes, senior, l will take some of your
beans, and thank YOU"
He filed. plate as he spoke and
lifted a biscuit from the oven, con-
ttnuing with his false patter while the
e9hers fell to in silence.
Perhaps you hare heard. senior" he
went on. .'the saying which is in the
lxnd: Mucho trabajo. pace dinero;
no hay frijoles, viva Madero. Much
work. little money; no beans, long
live Mxdero.1