Williams news., 1914-10-15
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 els are reported in the vicinity
 CHAPTER xI-contInued.
 "It is the desire of the Yaquis." he had said, when rebuked for serving under the hated flag of Mexico. "to kill Mexicans. And" he added grimly, "the federals at this time seem best able to give us guns for that purpose"
 But it had been year now since Bule had passed his word and, though they had battled valiantly, their land had not been given back to them. The wild Yaquis, the irreconcilables who never came down from the hills, had gone on the warpath again, but Bule and his men still served.
 Only in two things did they disobey their oficers-they would not stack their arms, and they would not retreat while there were still more Mexicans to be killed Otherwise they were very good soldiers.
 But now, after the long campaign in Chihuahua and a winter of idleness at Agua Negra, theyl were marching south toward their native land and, in spite of the stern. glances of their lead CTS, they burst forth in weird Yaqui songs which, if their words had been known, might easily have caused their Mexican officers some slight uneasi- ness.
 It was, in fact, only a\question of days, months, or years unth the entire Yaqui contingent would desert, taking their arms and ammunition with them. Gee, what bunch of men!" ex- claimed Bud, as he stood of and ad- mired their stark forms.
 There's some genuine fighters for you" he observed to Phil; and a giant Yaqui. standing near, returned his praise with smile.
 Wy, hello there, Amigo!" hailed Bud. jerking his head in friendly sa- lute. That's feller was making signs to up in Agua Negra," he ex- plained. "Dogged if I ain't stuck on these Yaquis2 they're all men. believe mel"
 Good workers, all right" conceded De Lancey, "but I'd hate to have 'em get after me with those guns. They say they've killed lot of Americans, one time and another"
 Well, if they did it was for being caught in bad company" said Hooker -I'd take a chance with 'em any time but if you go into their country with a Mexican escort they'll kill you on general principles Say" he cried tmpulsively, '1'm going over to talk with Amigo!"
 With broad grin on his honest face he, advanced toward the giant Yaqui and shook hands tremendously.
 Where you go?" he inquired in Spanish, at the same time rolling a cigarette and asking by a sign for a match
 Moctexuma,' answered the Indian gravely. Then, as Bud offered him the makings, he, too rolled a cigarette and they smoked for a minute in silence.
 You live here?" inquired the Yaoui at last.
 Come here," corrected Bud. "I have mine-ten miles-over there"
 He pointed with the fiat of his hand, Indian fashion, and Amigo nodded un- derstandingly.
 He was fine figure of man, stand ing six feet or better in his well-cut sandals and handling his heavy Mau- ser as child would swing a stick. Across his bread chest he wore a full cartridge belt, and around his waist he had two more, filled to the last hole with cartridges and loaded clips At his feet lay his blanket, bound into tight roll, and a canteen and coffee cup completed his outfit, which, so faI IS impedimenta were concerned, was simplicity itself.
 But instead of the cheap linen uni Norm of the federals he was dressed In good American clothes-a striped shirt, overalls, and a sombrero banded with bright rfbbon-and in place ol he beaten, hunted look of those pool conscripts he had the steady gaze o . free man.
 They stood and smoked for a few moments, talking briefly, and then, a, the Yaquis closed up their ranks ant marched of to make camp for tn, night, Bud presented his strang, friend with the sack of tobacco an, vent hack to join his par6ner
 That evening the plaza was file, with the widest rumors, and anothe train arrived during the night, bu through 1t all Bud and Phil remaine, animpressed. In the morning the sol Aars vent marching off down the trail