The Glenwood post., 1914-06-06

serving as an improvised barracks,
and romping about in the streets were
pair of tall Yaqui Indians, each deco
rated with a cartridge-belt about his
hips in token Of his military service.
Laughing and grabbing for holds, they
frolicked like couple of boys until
finally they closed in = grapple that re-
vealed a sudden and psntherlike
strength.
And group OF others, summing
themselves against the wall, looked up
at the Americans with eyes as fearless
as mountain eagles.
Yes, that's right" admitted Bud,
returning their friendly greeting. but
we'll never have no trouble with
them"
We'll. these Nacionales are not 30
bad" defended Phil. as they passed
the state soldiers of Sonora on the
street, but they're just as friendly as
the Yaquis."
Sure" jeered Bud. "when they're
sober! But you get = bunch of 'em
drunk and ask 'em what they think Of
the gripgos! No. you got to show me
I've seen too much OF EN-"
~Yon haven't seen a. much OF EN-
- have. yet," retorted De Lancey
quickly. I've been all over the repub-
lie. except hight here in Sonora. and
swear these Sonorans here look good
to me. There's no use holding q
crouch against them, Bud - they
haven't done u any dirt"
mo, they never had no chance"
grumbled Bud, gazing grimly to the
south. But wait till the hot weather
comes and the revoltosbs come out of
their holes: wait till them chihuahua
greasers thaw out up in the Sierras
and come down to get some fresh
mounts. Well. I'll tell 'em one thing"
he ended. reaching down to pat his
horse, they'll never get old Copper
Bottom here-not unless they steal
him at night. It's all right to be cheer
full about this, Phil, and you keep right
on being glad, but l got a low-down
hunch that we're going to get In bad
well, I've got just as good hunch."
came back De Lancey. that we're 60
ing to make killing"
Yes, and speaking about Killings
said Bud. you don't want to overlook
that"
He pointed at a group Of disman-
tied adobe buildings standing out on
the edge of the town and flanked by a
segment Of whitewashed wall all spat-
tered and preached with bullet-holes
There's where these prize Mexicans
OF yourn pulled off the biggest killing
in Sonora. l was oveS here yesterday
with that old prospector and he told
me that that wall is the bull-ring
After the first big fight they gathered
up three hundred and fifty men, more
or less. and throwed 'em in trench
along by the wall-then they blowed it
over on 'em with few sticks of dyna-
mite and let 'em pass for buried Nc
crosses or nothing. Excuse me. if they
ever break loose like that-we might
get planted with the rest!'
by Jove. old top" exclaimed De
Lancey. laughing teasingly, you've
certainly got the blues today Here.
take something out of this bottle and
see if it won't help"
He brought out a quart bottle from
his saddle-bags and Bud drank. and
shuddered at the bite Of it.
"All right" he said, as he passed 1t
back. "and while we're talking. what's
the matter with cutting it out on booze
for this trip"
What are you going to drink,
them" cried De Lancey in feigned
alarm, "water?"
We'll. something like that" admit.
ted Bud. Come on-what do you
say? We might get lit up and tell
something"
Now lookee here, Bud" clamored
Phil, who had had a few drinks al
ready, you don't mean to insinuate,
do you? Next thing l know you'll be
asking me to cut it out on the hay
might talk in my sleep, you know, and
give the whole snap away!"
mo. you're good boy when you're
asleep, Phil" responded Bud. but
when you get about half shot it's dif.
ferent Come on. now-I'l quit II you
will. That's fair, amt it,"
What? No little toots around
town? No serenading the senoritas and
giving the rurales the hotfoot? Well.
what's the use Of living. Bud, II you
can't have . little fun? Drinking don't
make any difference. n long as We
stick together. What's the use Of
swearing on-going on record in ad.
vance! We may ind some fellow that
we can't work any other way-we may
have to go on 4 drunk with him In Or
der to get his goat! But viii yoa
stick? That's the point!"
Bud glanced at him and srunted, and
for long time he rode on in silence.
Before them lay rolling plain, dip.
ping by broad gulches and dwfndling
ridges to the lower levels of Old Mex
leo. and on the skyline, thin and blue,
stood the kntfelike edges Of the For.