Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1914-10-16

added, as she rode on through ne
brush, and I'll take care OF Del Rey."
He beckoned her back with a jerk
OF the head and resumed his place In
the lead. Here vas no place to talk
about men and motives. The noun
tain above was swarming with rebels,
there were rurales squirting behind
yes. even now, far up on the eastern
hillside. he could see armed men-and
now one was running to intercept
them!
Bud reached for his rifle, jerked up
a cartridge, and sat crosswise in his
saddle. He rode warily. watching the
distant runner, until suddenly he pulled
in his horse and threw up a welcom-
ing hand. The man was Amigo-no
other could come down a hillside so
swiftly-and he was signaling him to
wait.
Who is that man?" asked Gracia.
as she refined In at his side. DO you
know him?"
Sure dol" responded Hooker jovt
ally. He's the best friend ! got in
Mexicol
"Kai. Amigoi!' he hailed, as the
Yaqui came quartering down the hill.
and, apparently oblivious of the on
coming pursuers, he rode out of the
trail to meet him. They shook hands
and Amigo flashed his familiar smile,
glancing shyly over the horses back
at the daughter of the Aragons.
II knew the horse" he explained,
with a gentle caress for Copper Bot.
tom. my people-up there-kill Mex
leans! Where you go?"
"North-to the line" answered Bud,
pointing up the pass.
"Muy maloi" frowned the Yaqui,
glancing once more at the be-
hind. "Muchos r~evoltosos!"
@Where?" asked Bud.
"Tverywherel" replied Amigo with
a comprehensive wave of the hand.
But no matter" he added simply. II
will go with you. Who are these
horsemen behind?"
"Rurales!" responded Hooker. and
the Yaqui's black eyes dilated.
"Yes," nodded Bud as he read the
swift question In their glance. "He is
there, too-Del Rey!"
Que bueno!" exclaimed the Indian,
fixing his eagle glance upon the riders.
He showed his white teeth in a smile.
In an instant he saw his opportunity
he saw his enemy riding into a trap,
and turned his face to the pass.
What Amigo had waited for. the Cd
portunity he had watched for, was
at hand. Del Rey should pay the
price of that scar the Yaqui carried.
Not again would the bullet go astray.
and his people should have one less
Mexican to fight after that day. The
hatred Of generations lay behind the
thoughts of the Indian. He cared
nothing for the grievance of the girl.
and he would not kill Del Rey for
that, but for his own reasons.
"Come!" he said, laying hold Of q
latigo strap. and as Hooker loped on
up the steady incline he ran along al
his stirrup. In his right hand he still
carried the heavy Mauser. but his
sanda1ed feet bore him forward with
t~ireless strides and only the heavine
of his mighty chest told the story Of
the pace.
Let me take your gun" suggested
Hooker, as they set of on their race
but Amigo in his warriors pride only
shook his head and motioned him or
and on. So at last they gained the
rugged summit, where the granite ribs
Of the mountain crop up through the
sands Of the wash and the valley
slopes away to the north. To the south
was Del Rey. still riding after them
but Amigo beckoned Bud beyond the
reef and looked out to the north.
"Revoltosos!r he exclaimed, point
ing a sun-blackened hand at a distant
ridge "RevoltososlS he said again
waving his hand to the east. Here
waving toward the west, mol"
DO you know that country" In
quired Hooker, nodding at the great
plain with its chains of parallel Sier
ras, but the Indian shook his head.
mo" he said; but the best way Is
straight for that pass
He pointed at a distant wedge cut
down between the blue of two ridges
and scanned the eastern hills ~intently
"Men!" he cried, suddenly indicat-
ing the skyline of the topmost ridge
II think they are revoltosos," he added
gravely. They will soon cross your
trail"
mo difference" answered Bud with
q smile. ." am not afraid-not with
you here, Amigo"
NO. but the womanl" suggested
Amigo, who read no jest in his words
TT is better that you should ride on
and leave me here"
He smiled encouragingly, but a wild
light was creeping into his eyes and
Hooker knew what he meant He de