The Huttig news., 1914-08-01


 you are right cannot appeal to ny government! But let me tell you some thing, Senor Mexicano! An American needs no government to protect him he has his gun, and that is eHough!"
 Yes added Bud, who had caught the drift of the last, and he has his friends, too, don't forget that!" He strode over toward Aragon and men aced him with threatening finger.
 If anything happens to my friend.s he hissed. you will have me to whip End now, seror he added, speaking i'll the idiom of the country, go with God-and do not come baek!'
 ''Pah!e spat back Aragon, his hate for the ushing foreigner showing i'll every glance; T will beat you yet! And pray Gcd the revoltosos come my eattle-so long as they get you two!'
 Very we'll" nodded Bud as Aragon and his men turned away but be careful yeu Go net send any: '
 'Goodta Ee continued, smiling grlm- ly at the pallid Phil; new wesgot him .here we want hign-out in tke open. I And I'll just remember taen four pal sancs he had with hiTa-theyre his handy men, the boys with nerye-and cent never let one of 'em catch you cut after dark"
 De Laneey sat down on rock and wiped his face.
 Heavens, Rud," he groaned. T never would haze believed it Of him ] thought he was on the square. But Il. just goes to prove the old saying every Mexican has got streak of vel low in him somewhere. All you've got to do is to trust him long enough and you'll find it out. Well, we're hep eo Mr Aragon, all right!'
 .i never seen one of these polite palavering Mexieans yet" observed Bud sagely, that wasn't crooked. And this feller Aragon is mean, to boot But that's a game" he added, that two can play at. don't know how you seel, Phil, but we been kinder creeping and slipping around so long that l'm all cramped up inside. Never suffered more i'll my life than the last sixty days-being polite to that damn Mexi can Now it's our turn. Are you game?"
 Count me ini" cried De Lancev ris.is from his rock. Whats ths play?"
 Well we'll go into town pretty soon,' grnned Bud, and if l run across old Aragon, or any one of them four bad Mexicans, I'm going to make show. And as for that big brindle dog of hfs-well, he's sure going to get roped and drug if he don't mend his ways Come on, let's keteh up our horses and go in for little timei' I'll go you," agreed Phil with en- thusiasm. and half an hour later, each on his favorite horse, they were clat- tering down the canyon. At the turn of the trail, where it swung into the Aragon lane, Bud took down this rope and smiled in anticipation
 You go on ahead" he said. shaking out his loop, and I'll try to put the catgut on Brindle" "Of like a fashi" answered De Lancey, and, putting the spurs to his fiery bay, he went dashing down the street, scattering chickens and hogs Ill all directions. Behind came Bud, rolling jovially in his saddle, and as the dogs rushed out after his pardner he twirled his loop once and laid it skllfuily across the big brindle's back. But roping dogs is a difficult task at best, and Bud was out of practise The sudden blow struck Brindle to the ground and the loop came away un- filled. The Texan laughed, shifting in his saddle.
 Come again." commented Bud, leaning sidewise as he coiled his rope, and as the womenfolk and idlers came rushing to see what had happened he turned Copper Bottom in his tracks and came back like a streak of light.
 Look out, you ugly mans dogis he shouted, whirling his rope as he rode; and then, amid chorus of indignant protests, he chased the yelping Brndle down the lane and through a hole in the fence. Then, with no harm done, he rode back up the street. smiling amiably and looking for more dogs to rope.
 In the doc of the store stood Ara gen. pale with fury, but Bud appeared not to see him. His eyes were turned rather toward the house where, on the edge of the veranda, Gracia Aragon and her motherN stood staring at his antics.
 Coed morning to you, ladies'" he saluted. taking off his sombrero with q flourish, lovely weather ain't it ?'' And with his tongue i'll his cheek and a roguish glance at Aragon, who was ] struck dumb by this last effrontery. he went rollicking after his pardner. send ing back series of joyous yips.
 Now that sure does me good" he confded to Phil. as they rode down between cottonwoods and struck into the muddy creek No sense in it.. but 1t gets something out of my system that has kept me from feeling glad. Did you see me bOwinu to the ladias