The times-herald. [volume] (Burns, Harney County, Or.) 1896-1929, 1920-01-31

Soull look like sieve Il Kosterllzt
ky's rurnles ever see TINT snow-white
cInnamon-bun hendpiecc OF yours. Sc,
here. YOU loyal little devil--you dom
owe me a thIng--do you get me 7--no
. thingi You'll only bother me.
II can't guarantee you any protec.
tion. and I won't have you dogginp
along ~ bait some one else after me.
appreciate how you feel, and ! admire
you for II. But this isn't IndIn--lt'n
Mcxico---n synonym for hell. don't
want to be rude 20 you. but simply
can't and won't stand for any non.
sense--bccnuse I refuse TO take any
blame II anything happens 10 you"
"wili snhib Buck grant me leave
70 spcnkr
1T won't do any good" obdurately
averrcd Williams. sinking his head
angriIy III you hadn't been padding
along behind me all night ia have been
a mile further up In those hills already.
As II IN. I suppose my coffee is spoiled
Now. see here, JItendra---if you've got
anything up your sleeve worth while
Just you sit down here on the ground
and fade away.
That's the way you can be of some
real service 10 mc--just vanlsh--down
into the ground or up Into the mir
any wny that suits you. Come out at
nj Tigre mine II you want to--I won't
kick N I find you there---but n catch
sight of You again In the meantime
III shoot you myself. so help me Bob T.
JiteDdrn regarded him solemnly.
"As SnhIb Buck Wills. 80 be H." he
quietly replied.
without another word Williams
whlrled on his heel and hurried back
10 his coffee pot. An hour nftcrward
he stopped his horse ut the fringe Of
the tImbcr-line Of the Chirachaua
range and swept the arid hills be-
meath with his binoculars.
There was no Sign Of the Hindu nor
of any other living human being. With
a grunt Of relief he spurred MP the
trail.
Nine days later. unutterably weary.
astride horse whose painful amble
and cmacIated ribs signihed nm cxhauy.
tion proportIonate to that Of his rider.
Buchanan Williams drew rein In the
thick group of pines overlooking El
Tigre camp. where II chung 10 the side
Of a prccipitous ravine In the majes.
tic mountains of the coast rnnge.
The pack burro had long since been
an abandoned luxury.
A few hundred feet below was the
treasure which had been hidden In
natures safe-deposit vault since the
dawn OF creation--undrt med Of. until
his supreme engineering knowledge
md superb energy had reached down
20 drug II 10 the light Of dny.
'I'ml" muttcred Williams. as he
carefully scanned the camp through
his glass for signs Of hidden enemies.
Manuel and his friends seem 10 have
other business than running III Tigre
just now. at least. Wonder II Scotty
was wrongr
He gave n little chortle of satisfac-
tion ns the glass focused ON the door
10 the underground bullion house and
supply chamber. II was marred and
battered. but evidently II had resisted
the efforts Of the pillagers 10 enter II.
"Not 20 easy 10 bore through steel
reinforced concrete" laughed the
weary man. Lucky followed my
bunch and stuck those worn-out mine.
rails into the cement mixture when
hung that door. Well. I've got to take
. chance. I suppose. and I'd better take
u In daylight than after dark. There's
some canned stun inside my cellar. and
I guess IL won't taste 80 awful bad
after diet OF frijoles and berries. II
Pacheco and his gang DO swoop down
on me. I might make q stand In the
bullion-vault until they starve me out.
anyway"
lie rode feariessly down the narrow
path with the quiet poise Of man who
In willing 10 risk all for the thing his
brain has built and his hands secured.
The cluster Of misunderstanding min
ers' cabins on both sides Of the road
up which supplies were brought from
Culiscan. nfty odd miles TO the west,
almost unnerved him.
His horse shied violently; something
Quiversd In the bushes ON his right.
Williams glimpssd At the half-naked
brown body and covered Il with his
pistol. while he steadied the fright
sned animal with bis other hand.
The bushes parted.
Out upon the nat rock. within Q
dozen feet Of the alarmed American,
poksd turbaned head. beneath which.
q thin. worn. ascetic face smiled into
the muxxle Of the ready weapon.
"0ood morning. Sahib Buck" piped
the diminutive figure m II sQuatted
weakly upon the slab Of nrebitten
granite. casing into the amazed and
plying eyes of El Tigre's owner.
Buck WILLIAMS could not 1t once ~
ply.
He was fascinated BY the rapt look
upon Jitendrs's features--an ecstatic
sieam, such % . follower of Aoham-
med might wear when he 1t last be-
h0lfla fhA shimunaring NINA rata 0f