The Idaho recorder. [volume] (Salmon City, Idaho) 1886-1927, 1914-10-22

Down the fenced trail that led to the
lower country the mounted insurrectos
were squirting In a rout; across the
newly plowed field. Of Aragon the men
on foot we're making a short cut for the
hills; and all about them, like leaping
grasshoDpers, sprang up puffs OF dust
Now they plunged into the willow
brush along the river. where 1t swung
In against the ridge; and as their. pur-
suers broke into the open they halted
and returned the fire. The bullets
struck up the dust like hailstones in
front of the oncoming irTegulars.
man or two In the lead went down,
and they faltered. Then, as frantically
as the rebels, they turned and ran for
cover.
While defenders and invaders shot
back and forth across the broad field.
Bud put spurs to his horse and rode
closer. and when he came out on an
other hilltop he was just In time TO see
the ruraies come pelting in from the
west and take the revoltoBos on the
hank. There was a great deal of long
distance firing then, while the rebels
slowly retreated. and finally. with
last defiant volley. the defenders
turned back from their pursuit and
marched triumphantly to Old Fortuna
There, amid numerous vivas, Don
Cipriano rolled out cask OF mescal
and. after a fiery speech. invited the
ylctors to help themselves. So they
fell to drinking and carousing. and the
one defender who had been wounded
was bandaged and made much OF.
while a great crowd from the upper
town looked on in awe and admiration.
At last Manuel del Rey and his
rurales returned from harassing the
enemy and with several wounded pris-
oners in their midst. the valor-drunk
Mexicans formed a riotous procession
and went marching back to town.
Every horse and mule was carrying
double. guns were being dropped.
broad hats knocked of, and ever, as
they marched. they shouted:
Viva Madero! Viva Mejico! Muerte
los revoltosos!'
1t was an edihying spectacle to an
American, and with the rest Bud
tagged along to the plaza. where they
had speeches and cheers galore and
more mescal at the company's cantina.
But In the midst OF II, while he sat
laughing on his horse by the hotel,
Bud felt a gravel strike his broad
hat from above and. looking furtively
up. he beheld Gracia Aragon smiling
down at him from the balcony.
She beckoned him with a swift
movement and gazed out over the as
semblage again. and after a few mo-
ments of elaboration Hooker tied his
horse and wandered into the hotel.
A tingle OF excitement went over
him as he tramped up TO the ladies'
| parlor. for he had never met Gracia
face to face. But he disguised his
qualms by assuming maskllke grim
ness Of countenance and, when the
glorious Gracia glided out OF her room
to meet him. he only blinked and stood
pat.
| A long experience as n poker player
was all that saved him from betrayal,
for there was something In her very
presence which made his heart leap
and bound. But he only gazed at her
somberly. without even so much as
raising his hat.
Back in Texas, In his social world,
II was considered almost unmanly to
thus salute the ladies'. So he stood
there, his big sombrero pulled down
over his mop OF light hair. gazing at
her without blink.
Perhaps Il was not altogether as
friendly q scrutiny of her charming
features as Gracia expected. for he
remembered what she had done to his
pardner: but II she sensed such rare
thing as disapproval from n young
man. che was too excited to show IT,
Her lips trembled. and she looked back
furtively, meanwhile drawing him into
an alcove by the slightest twltch of
his sleeve.
Don't talk too loud" she whls.
pered, my mother is listening from
the room but for the love OF God. tell
me. where is Phil7"
Il don't know" answered Bud. try.
ing to lower his big voice to boudoir
softness; he joined tho rurales and
was ordered north-that's all know. "
"Yes. yes. to be sure; but haven't
you heard from him?"
She seemed to be all impatience to
snatch his news and fly with 1t, but
Bud was In no such hurry. And so
far was he from being a carpet knight
that he Immediately reised his voice
to its normal bass 1t was all right
for Phil and his kind to talk by signs
and whispers, but that was not his
style.
Not since he went away" ne said.
lie left me l';ie note, then. say.
ing"
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