Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1914-08-19

the title for them, and get a permit to 90
preliminary work Aragon protests pm
discovers that matrimonial. entanglements
prevent Mendez from perfecttng q vaNo
title. Phil. who has been paying ,atts 81
cides to turn Mexican and get the ,L1tie
in his own name. Bud objects TO rms
attentions to Gracia.@ Aragon fails N ms
els are reported in the vicinity.
CHAPTER xi--contlnued.
TT is the desire Of the Yaquie," he
had said, when rebuked for serving
under the hated flag OF Mexico, TO kill
$Mexicans. And" he added grinnly, "the
federalsl at this time seem best. able
to give us guns for that purpose" 4
But It had been a year now since
sBule had passed his word and, though
they had battled %yaliantly, their land
had not been given back to them. The
wild iYaquis. the irreconcilables who
never came down from the hills, had
gone on tho Ewarpath again. but sBule
and his men still served.
Only In two things did they disobey
their of1cers----they would not stack
their arms. and they would not retreat
while thers were still more Mexicans
to be- killed. Otherwise they were
very good soldiers.
But now, after the long campaign in
chihuahua and winter Of idleness at
Aqua sNegra,, they were marching
south toward their native land and, in.
spite OF the stern glances OF their lead
4ers, they burst forth in weird Yaqui
songs which, IT their words had been
known. might easily have caused their
Mexican officers some slight uneasi-
ness. %tss. 1
It a in fact, only question of
days, months, or years until the entire
YaQui contingent would desert. taking
their arms and ammunition with them
Gee, what a bunch OF men! tex-
claimed Bud. as he stood OF and ad-
3mired their stark forms.
There's some genuine fighters for
you" he observed to Phil; and a giant
.Yaqui, standing near, returned his
praise with a smile. /.
wy hello there. Amigo!" hailed
Bud, jerking his head In a friendly sa-
Lutte. That's a Teller / was making
signs to up in Aqua Negra," he ex-
planned. "Dogged$ II l amt stuck on
these Yaquis--4they''re all men. believe
me" #
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 a lot. of Americans
one time and another"
well, / If they did it al for being
caught in bad company" said Hooker.
,''I'd take q chance with 'em any time
but II you go into their country
with Mexican escort they'll kill you
on general principles. Say" he cried
impulsively, I'm going over to talk
with; Amigo!"
With q broad grin on his honest face
he advanced toward the giant Yaqui
and shook hands tremendously. ST.
Where you GO :" he inquired in,
Spanish. at the same time rolling a
cigarette and asking by a sign for a
match. 4
'"Moctezuma," answered the Indian
gravely. Then, as Bud offered him the
markings, he. too, rolled a cigarette
and they smoked for a minute In
silence. E
;."Yo,u live here! inquired the Yaaqui
at last. 3st "
Come here" corrected Bud. Il
have mine-ten miles-over there
He pointed with the fiat OF his hand.
Indian fashion. and Amigo nodded I'M
derstandingly. g~
He was a fine figure. of a man, stand
ing six feet or better In his well-cut
sandals and handling his heavy Maui
ser as a child would swing a stick.
his broad chest he wore a full
cartridge belt, and around his waist
he had two more, filed to the last
hole with cartridges and loaded clips.
At his feet lay his blanket, bound into
a tight roll, and a canteen and coffee
cup completed his outfit, which, sc far
as impedimenta were concerned, was
simplicity itself. l,-
But instead of the cheap linen uni
form of the federals he was dressed
In good American clothes-a striped
shirt, overalls, and a sombrero banded
with a bright ribbon-and in place of
the beaten, hunted look of those poor
%conscripts he had the steady gaze Of
a free nan -" {
They stood and smoked for a few
moments, talking briefly, and then, as
the Yaquis closed up their ranks and
marched of to make camp for the
night, Bud presented his strange
friend with the sack of tobacco and
went back to join his pardner.
That evening the plaza was filled
with the widest rumors. and another
train arrived during the night, but
through it all Bud and Phil remained
unimpressed. In the morning the sol
diers went marching of down the trail.
leaving a great silence where all had
been ~bugle-calls and excitement, and
then the first fugitive came in from
down below.
He was an old Mexican, with trem-
bling beard and staring eyes, and he
told a tale of outrage that made their
blood run cold. The ~red-faggers had
come to his house at night; they had
killed his wife and son, left him upon
the ground for dead. and carried off
his daughter, a prisoner.
But later, when the comisario ques-
toned him sharply, it developed that
he lived not far away, had no daugh.
ter to lose, and was, in fact, only a
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