The evening herald. [volume] (Albuquerque, New Mexico) 1914-1922, 1914-06-26
Ccopynshi. isl4. By Frank A. MunsssJ
CONTINUED from Yesterday

dredth time. ue the deep shadows
gathered In the valley. BY Joe. Phil,
u Amigo comes back I'm going to 60
ahead on hat mine. ! ant to keep
him around here. and We might as
we'll get out some ore, " It's only for
a grub-stAko. Come on-whnt DO you
say Wen open her up-there's moth.
Ing to hide now. Well, III do n my
self. Shon-this setting around Ia get.
ting on my nerves"
His far-seeing eyes, trained from his
boyhood to search the hills for cattle,
scanned the tops Of the ridges az he
spoke; aud while he sat and pondered
they noted every rock.
Then at last he rose up slowly and
gazed al n certain spot He waved
his arm. ~beckoning the distant point
OF ~biackness to come In, and o O
from around a point IN the cRnyon the
Yaqui appeared. bearing a heavy Mau-
ser rife ON his arm.
Across his broad breast hung the
cam familiar cartridge belt. two more
encircled his hips. and he walked
with his head held hiNh. like the a
rior that he was.
Evidently his flight had led 10 the
place whore his arms had been hid. for
he wore the regulation knife.bayonet
at his hip and around his nat was the
red ribbon OF his people. but Bud was
too polite TO ask him about his jour.
ney. Since his coming the Yaqui had
always maintained a certain mystery,
and now. though his eye were big
with portent and he smiled at the jests
about his gun. he simply waved his
hand 70 the south and east and MUIR
INJURED:
"Muchos r~evoltososi"
"seguro;" answered Rud j~okingly;
but have you killed any3"
mot yeti" returned the Indian, and
he did not smile at that.
Il wonder what that Indian Ia wait.
ing around here fort" remarked Phi In
English. "He must have his eye IN
somebody"
yeah. ] bet" agreed Bud. regard
ing his savage friend with n ~specula-
tive interest. Most Of them Yaqui
soldiers Mas farmhands in this coun.
try before they rounded them up. /
reckon he's looking for the nan that
had him deported.
''T1red, Amigo9" he inquired in
Spanish. and Ignacio gravely Rcknowt
edged that he was, a little.
Then drink plenty coffee" went on
Hooker. Eat lots-tOmorrOw we go
60 work in the mine"
Tomorrow" repeated the Indian.
as II considering his other engage
ments: good" He nodded a smiling
assent.
After a month and more OF idleness
bud and Amigo performed prodigies
OF labor In the cut. rolling down
boulders. lifting them up ON the tram,
and clearing away the face OF the cliff.
Their tram was r~Rmshackle. their
track the abandoned rails from older
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
Yaqui as he gazed ut the rich vein OF
ore. and AZ he saw the grim smile on
Buds rugged countenance he showed
his white teeth In sympathy.
"Que buenoi" he murmured. "fiow
good" gathering the precious frag.
msnts in dis handkerchief.
At the camp they crushed the
picked ore In a mortar and PANIED Il
IA the creek. and for the moment De
Lancey dropped his air OF preoccu.
$500 - A.. aNnw.1 - sAE ufw.aK -
pure gold. Like a yellow nlm II lay
along he edge OF the last fae tailinSs,
and when skilful washing had lett Il
bare, Il cleaned like q Jewel In the
pan.
by Jove. Bud" he cried. that's the
real stut-and Il goes q dollar 70 the
pan easyl"
sure thingl" assonted Bud. Lets
pound a lot OF Il and wash IL as We 60
then wen have some getaway money
when things break loose hero!"
I'm 20 you" answered PM. and
Buds heart warmed toward him as he
watched him pound up a piece OF ore
and SO 20 swirling the dirt IN the
pan.
But alas for the fond hopes he cher
ishedi Even as he washed out th'
gold Phii's mind wandered far away
back TO the hotel where Gracia Ara
gon sat watching by the window
Her hair was the color Of sold. spur
fine and refined again; yes. Il VA
worth more than this golden drosI
that he caught In the bottom OF hi
A And what was gold II be cOull
not have her7
He paused In his labor and a dreamy
emile parted his lips-then he broks
into a song;
Sweet honey bee. be- sweet 20 me.
NJ heart H. free. but here's the Key
Loeb up the garden gate. honey. yo'
know I'll wait.
r-a-T the rambler russ Vessse.