The Dillon herald. [volume] (Dillon, S.C.) 1894-????, 1919-04-24

4 W. T""
He Found Wooster at the River Bank.
bellious pile. Two new trestles were
to supplement the one which had been
bent out of line by the weigh of set
tling drift. MaYshall's plan was being
followed, though jeered at by reclama-
tion men and the engineers Of the d.
r. company.
"Stop the mattress weaving and
dump like hell!' had been his orders.
Boycott the Indians, well I'm
{ blowed," the beady. eyes sparkled at
Hardin. "Now he's cut his own
throat"
"By the eterpalI' swore Hardin.
! MacLean. left the two engineers match
ing oaths.
There was an ominous quiet the next
day. Not an Indian offered to work at
the river. A few stolid bucks came to
their tasks on Tuesday morning; they
/, were told by Rickard himself that
there was no work for them. Rickard
appeared ignorant Of thu antagonism
Of the engineers.
An unfathered runor started that
Rickard was In with the Reclamation
Service men; that he wanted the work
to fail to be adopted by the Service.
MacLean broke a lance or two against
the absurd slander. He was making
the discovery that mans friendship
for man may be deeper than q mans
love for woman. he was1a Rfckard
man. He was made to feel the re-
proach Of It. y.
Wednesday not an Indian reported.
Coronel passed from camp to camp,
his advice unpopular. Scouts sent out
TO watch the work on the river report
ed 1t was crippled. The white man
would be sending for the Indian soon.
The waiting braves sat on their
launches, grinning and smoking their
pipes. t's's'1
Saturday night the camp went
gloomIly@ to bed On the Indian side
there was no revel, no feasting or
dancing. -.
Rfckard did not turn In until after
midnight, planning alternatives. He
was sleeping hard when ;MacLean, at
dawn, dashed into his tent. 50 ., -
"Quick, what does this .meanT . 7"
twas a splendid spectacle, and
staged superbly. Fer background the
sharp-edged mountains flushing to
pinks and purples against one-hued
sky; the -river-growth Of the old chan
mel uniting them, blotting out miles OF
desert into a fiat scene. On the op-
posite bank of the New river, five
hundred strong. lined up formidably.
their faces grotesque and feroeious
with paint, were the seven tribes. The
suns rays 'glinted up from their fire
arms, shotguns, reyolyers, into mot
ley of defiance! Cocopahs, with
streaming hair, blanketed Navajos,
short-haired Pimas. those in front rein
ing in their silent pinto ponies, and all
motionless, silent in that early morn
ing light.
"What does 1t mean?', whispered
MacLean. Rickard did not answer. He
Had one nauseous instant as he looked
toward Innes' tent. Then he broke into
laughter. :.
"See, the white horse, no, in front"
"By jove," MacLean slapped his
thigh. "Coronel They had me buff
faloed. What do you think it ISL"
Rickard stepped out into the wash
of morning air and waved a solemn
salute across the river. Gravely 1t
was returned by Coronel.
"What does it mean" demanded
MacLean.
"It means we've won," chuckled his
chief, coming back into his tent.
An hour later Coronel led in picked
xroup of the tribes. If the white chief
would recall the boycott the Monday
strike was over. The white mans sill
yer had won.