The evening herald. [volume] (Albuquerque, New Mexico) 1914-1922, 1914-07-09
CHAPTER XIII.

There are two things. according TO
the saying. which cannot be recalled
the sped arrow and the spoken word.
Whether spoken In anger or In jest,
IA winged thoughts win not come
back to us and. where there is no balm
for the wound we have caused, there
is nothing 10 do but let Il heal.
Bud Hooker was q man OF few
words, and slow TO speak IN OF as-rr0,
but some unfamiliar devil had loosened
his tongue and he had told the worst
about Phil. Certainly II a man we're
the brayest Of the brave, certainly II
he loved his girl more than lie itself
he would not be content TO hide
above the line and pour out his soul
on notc-paper. But to tell IL to the
girl-that was an objectionable SIM
Still, now that the damage was done.
there was no use Of vain r~epining. and
after cursing himself whole. ~heartedly
Bud turned In for the night. Other
days were coming; there we're favors
he might do: and perhaps. as the yes
terdays went by, Gracia would forgive
him for his plain speaking. Even to-
! morrow. II the rebels came back for
more. he might square himself In uc.
ton and prove that he was not a cow
ard. A coward
II had been a long time since any
one had used that word 10 him, b-t
after the way he had knitted "doar
Phil" he had to admit he was H. But
dear Phlll" II was that which had
set him OF.
II she knew how many other girls
but bud put a sudden quietns on that
particular lire OF thought. AS long as
the world stood and Graoia was in his
sight he sworv never TO speak III OF
De Lancey again. ana then he went Ia
sleep.
The men who guarded the casa
grande slept uneasily on the porch
lying down like dogs on empty sugar
sacks that the might not lack
bedding inside. Even at tina. they were
better OF, for the house was close and
feverlsh, with the crying OF babies
and the babbling OF dresners, and
mothers moving 20 and fro.
II was a hectic night, but Bud slepi
Il out. and at dawn. after the custom
OF his kind. he arose and STAN ped or
his boots. The moist GOODNESS OF tbs
morning brought the odor OF we,
crossword and tropic blossoms 10 bic
nostrils as he stepped nj to speak
with the guards, and as he stood there
waiting for the full daylight the mas,
ter mechanic Joined him.
He was z full-blo0ded. round-headed
little man with determined views on
life, and he began the day. as usual
with his private opinion OF Mexieans
They were the same uncomplimentarJ
remarks to which he had given voice
on the day before. for The rebels hat
captured one Of his engines and hs
knew Il would come TO some harm.
"A fine bunch Of hombres, yes" hS
ended. and may the devil ny ava,
with theml They took No. . at th'
summit yesterday and I've been lis
tening ever since. Her pans are al
burned out and we've been feedinl
her bran Ike a COW % keep her fscr
leaking steam. II some ignorant Mel
gets hold OF her youn hear a big nois'
-thatli be the last OF No. She
boiler will burst like a wet bag.
III ! was running this road there''
be no more bran-not since what ] Gay
I'VE at Aguasealientes on the Cen
trail One OF those bun. renegade en-
CINE drivers had burned out No. 7ls
but the rebels had ditchod four OF on
best and we had 10 send her out. la,
after day the boys had been feodinl
her bran until she smelled like a dil
|, tillery. The mash vas oozing out O
her "a Bon Tyrrell pulled up TO tn
station, aud a friend OF his that haI
como down from the north took on
sniff and swung up into the cab.
"ben came Gown at the word h
whispered-fnr they'd two Of 'er
bloWed gH .tae north aad thsy sen