New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-05-19

had TO send back for the mules to pull
us out.
Carter and I waited for Hasbrouck e
return with them. We began that gsarc
and watching which could not be re
laYed for our seventy-milc dash alone
through the bandit country. until, late
that night. we Joined Major Langhorne
Going 10 the river for water. we TOOK
our rifles. Natives poured from tho
mud village on hill to stare ana ges'
tculate against the skyline. Finally
n youth. astride burro packing two
casks, came down TO reconnoitre us
greeting from afar with the cry Pa
cfco."
Over the sandhole began the long
desert trip. One had a little coffee. no
food. a few pipefuls Of tobacco, and
no knowledge of where the waterholes
were. Again we pushed the car in and
out Of stony arroyos, pounded Tor briet
moments on good road among the tail
dead stalks Of tho sotol plant. OF green
and purple pancake cactus. occasionally
pushed with scentless purple and yell
low flowers. and on few hillsides I'M
mensc white goatherds. like scattered
chunks of salt. But not bird nor IN
sect in the furnace heat, only the shad-
ows. as If stamped in metal, creeping
dark blue out of the dry wounds oil the
stark. high mountains.
We passed barrios OF mud and dry
huts. Teraisos. Los Alalos. Their pco-
pie rushed out eagerly 20 tell us when
and by what road the cavalry had
passed
Carts loaded with whole families met
us. headed for the border, for work
and escape from that land of anarchy.
Sometimes man and wife and pack
loaded one tiny hurro. And behind
every cart. with the dark children peep
ing from its filthy cover, was. of course,
strapped the huge family guitar
! had 20 hold back Hasbrouck from
pointing his rife at the few mounted
men travelling along that "e met. lie,
too. seemed 20 have been slightly
"hipped" by his temporary capture. and
talked continually and bit wildly OF
the bloody Jackpot" as he called it,.
that he hoped to get into when Lang
horne rounded up the bandits. But |
had long ceased 10 wonder at anything
in this extraordinary, Darboiled region.
whose contributions to industry are so
bizarre as zinc. goats and vegetable
wax for Photographic records.
Twelve miles over a high pass, be
yond which the road improved, we
picked up an army blanket. In half
an hour we sighted the black backs OF
Major Langhorne's command at Aqua
hita, place of the inconstant well. also
called ironically Las Delicias. IL was
here that We learned Of Deemer's pres
ence twenty-five miles beyond; of the
majors disappointment in being unable
to attack the bandits there the night
before, owing 20 the breakdown Of his
one motor truck Here we had the con
ference and began the night advance
that ended in the rescue of Deemer.
described in my yesterdays dispatch.
Attack Alarm False.
Our three automobiles in that move
ment were often detached for an hour
I from the cavalry column. At the very
! outset an excited private reported to
Langhorne that band OF mounted
Mexicans were following along our
flank. The first we knew of this was
when Lieutenant CTamer and half a
+ dozen men emerged suddenly against
the moonlight with drawn revolvers
"Quien vive!" he cried at US, and
Amigos We answered, and every one
laughed. But all nerves that night
were not so quiet, though the moon
light blurred the desert until it was
almost beautiful.
Once Foster, mining man of the
region. who was along. whispered:
There they come. boys. Every man out
and behind his machine" A dust whirl
in the opposite direction had fooled
him. Few obeyed. but there was a
great listening Of men. with their ears
fiat on the pale sand. "Oh, hell" said
Cal Carter. finally them mesquite
bushes out there amt moved an inch
the last ten minutes" But il so ex-
cited one Howard, civilian driver Of the
majors car. who can see bandits in
every cactus. that he kept turning on
mis- lights. till sergeant rode up and
threatened 70 shoot If he flashed them
again.
Hardly had we found Deemer here. as
| have told. than we were off in the
three motors after the bandit handful
who had left here that very morning
behind the main band. An alarm given
before we had gone three miles pre-
vented our getting them. Some one in
one Of the cars. imagining that he saw
I'm armed man running through the
mesquite, reported this 70 the major,
and cried. "All out and after him!"
/ Out we piled, to deploy and scour