The Huttig news., 1914-09-05

Evidently his flight had led to the place where his arms had been hid, for he wore the regulation ife-bayonet at h.s hip and around his hat was the red ribbon of his people but Bud was too polite to ask him about his jour hey. Since lys coming the Yaqui had always maintained certain mystery, and now. though his eyes were big with portent and he smiled at the jests about his gun, he simply waved his hand to the south and east and mur mured:
 "Muehos Tevoltososi'
 "Seguro;" answered Bud jokingly; but have you killed any"
 Not yeti" returned the Indian, and he did not smile at that.
 q wonder what that Indian is wait ing axound here for?" remarked Phil in English. He must have his eye on somebody"
 Yeah, I bet" agreed Bud. regard ing his savage friend with specula- tive interest. Most of them Yaqui soldiers was farmhands in this coun- try before they rounded them up. reckon he's looking for the man that had him deported.
 Tired, Amigo?" he inquired in | Spanish, and Ignacio gravely acknowl- edged that he was, little.
 Then drink plenty coffee" went on Hooker. Eat lots-tomorrow we go to work in the mine. Tomorrow" repeated the Indian, as if considering his other engage ments; "good!" He nodded smiling assent.
 After month and more of likeness Eud and Amigo performed prodigies of labor ip the cut, rolling down toulders. lifting them up on the tram, and clearing away the face of the cliff. Their tram WAS ramshackle. their track tho abandoned rails from older 1 workings. and their tools little more than their hands, but by noon the last broken fragments were heaved aside and the shattered ledge revealed.
 A low cry of wonder escaped the Yauui as he ga1ed at the rich vein of ore, and as he saw the grim snsile on Buds rugged countenance he showed ] his white teeth in sympathy.
 Que bueno!s he murmured "How I good!" gathering the precious frag- ments In his handkerchief.
 At the camp they crushed the picked ore in mortar and banned it in the creek. and for the moment De Lancey dropped his air of preoccu- pancy as he stared at the streak of pure gold. Like yellow film it lay along the edge of the last fine tailings, and when skilful washing had left it bare, 1t gleamed like jewel in the pan.
 l By love, Bud!" he cried, that's the real stuff-and it goes a dollar to the pan easy!"
 Sure thing!. assented Bud. Lets pound lot of it and wash it as we go then we'll have some getaway money when things break loose here!" 'I'll go youl" answered Phil, and Buds heart warmed toward him as he watched him pound up piece of ore and go to swirling the dirt in the | pan.
 But alas for the fond hopes he cher | ished! Even as he washed out the gold Phil's mind wandered far away. back to the hotel where Gracia Ara | ,on sat watching by the window.
 Her hair was the color of gold spun fine and refined again: yes, it was worth more than this golden dross that he caught in the bottom of his pan And what was gold If he could not havc herr
 He paused in his labor and a dreamy smile parted his lips-then he broke l oto song:
 i Sweet honey bee, be sweet to me. | My heart is free, but here's the key: Lock mp the garden gate; honey. you know I'll wait, | Under the rambler rose trce-ee. Once more he returned to his work. humming now the dulcet strains oi l The Merry Widow and when Bud came back from the cut it was to hear a coon song:
 Cos I want yer. me honey. yes, I want yer, want yer;
 Cos I want yer. ma honey. yes l do!
 So he labored and sang. until finally he labor ceased, and then the song He went about other things, and other thoughts, not so cheerful, filled his mind
 Bud returned sadly to the company of the Yaqui and gave it up. Perhaps his pardner had been right when. rid ng out of Agua Negra. he had en- 'arged upon the dangers of Old Mex ico, the land of manana and broken promises" Certainly his speech had been prophetic in regard to dark-eyed women; for, even as he had said, nothing seemed to please them better han to come between man and man.
 It WAS madness, he felt sure--the spell of the hot country. where the women look out from behind barred windows and men sing beneath their balconies at midnight. Already if had cost him his would 1t con quer his will as we'll and make him forget his trnet? In bis impotence the idea of some