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You | | want to look out—I got my eye on that | 8al, and I'm sure a hard one to head. | Only thing is, I wouldn’t like the old | man for a father-in-law the way mav{ ters stand between us now.” | He laughed bolsterously at this wit- ticism, and the little Mexican chil- dren, playing among the willows, | crouched and lay quiet like rabbits. | Alorg the sides of the rocky hll]s,’ | where the peons had their mud-and- | rock houses, mothers came anxiously | to open doors; and as they jogged" along up the river the Chinese gar- | deners, working in each separate nook ! and eddy of the storm-washed creek- | bed, stopped grubbing to gaze at them | inquiringly. “Wonder what's the matter with them chinks?” observed Bud, when his happiness had ceased to effervesce; “they sit up like a village of prairie dogs! Whole country seems to be on the rubber neck. Must be something doing.” | “That's right,” agreed Phil; “did you notice how those peons scattered when I rode down the street? Maybe there’s been some insurrectos through. But | say—Ilisten!” He stopped his horse, and in the | silence a bugle-call came down the wind from the direction of Fortuna. “Soldiers!"” he said. “Now where did they come from? I was in Fortuna day before yesterday, and—welil, look at that!” From the point of the hill just ahead of them a line of soldiers came into view, marching two abreast, with a mounted officer in the lead. “Aha!” exclaimed Bud with convic- tion; “they've started something down below. This is that bunch of federals | that we saw drilling up at Agua Ne- | gra.” “Yep,” admitted De Lancey regret- | fully; “I guess you're right for once— \' the open season for rebels has begun.” They drew out of the road and let them pass—a long, double line of shabby infantrymen, still wearing their last year's straw hats and summer uni- forms and trudging along in flapping sandals. In front were two men bearing lan- terns, to search out the way by night; slatternly women, the inevitable camp- followers, trotted along at the sides a job lot of belts and packs, shuffled patiently past the Americans, they flashed the whites of their eyes and rumbled a chorus of “Adios!” “Adios, Americanos!” they called, gazing enviously at their fine horses, and Phil in his turn touched his hat and wished them all Godspeed. “Poor flevils!” he murmured, as tie last tottering camp-followers, laden | with their burdens, brought up the rear and a white-skinned Spanish offi- cer saluted from his horse; “what do those little pelones know about iib- erty and justice, or the game that is being played? Wearing the same uni- forms that they had when they fought | for Diaz, and now they are fighting for Madero. Next year they meay be work. ing for Orozco or Huerta o1 Salazar.” “Sure,” muttered Bud; “but that | ain’t the question. If they's rebels in the hills, where do we get oft?" CHAPTER XI. The plaza at Fort na, ordinarily so | peaceful and sleepy, was alive with hurrying men Bud and DPhil reached town. Over at the station a special engine was wheezing and blow- | when Ing atter its heavy run and, froem the train of commandeered ore cars be- hind, a swarm of soldiers were leaping | | to the ground. On the porch of the | hotel Don Juan de Dios Bracaamonte hands, and as they rode up he hurried | | out to meet them. | TNy good th 1 ‘\\il.\‘ making violent signals with his | | acious, " he cried, “it's a 8 you came intc town! Ber nardo Bravo has come over the moun- | tains and he's 1 | tezuma!” rching to take Moce “Why, that doesn't differ ence to i3 Mocte zuma is e 1 here—and look How many men has Bernardo got?" “Well, that I do not know.” respond- ed Don Juan jore and some les t come in I would have you. Just as gins the b for Amer 1 to fetoh | against the victor and, looking about | side. { Bule, whom Diaz had taken under a | done before them. | their arms, and they would not retreat | south toward their native land and, in one tir CHATACLers are ke 0 murder y they think you have any money.” “Well, we haven’t,” put in Bud; “but we've got a mine—and we're golng to keep it, too.” “Aw, Bernardo Bravo hasn't got any ! men!” scoffed Phil; “I bet this is a | false alarm. his boots over in Chihuahua last fall, ' and he’s been up in the Sierra Madres | ever since. Probably come down to | steal a little beef. “Why, Don Juan, Bud and I lived f right next to a trail all last year and | if we'd listened to one-tenth of the ; revoltoso stories we heard we wouldn’t have taken out an ounce of gold. I'm | going to get my denouncement papers | tomorrow, and I'll bet you we work | that mine all summer and never know the difference. These rebels won’t hurt you any, anyhow!"” “No! Only beg a little grub!” added Bud scornfully. “Come on, Phil; let's go over and look at the soldiers—it's that bunch of Yaquis we saw up at Agua Negra.” They tied their horses to the rack | and, leaving the solicitous Don Juan to sputter, hurried over to the yard. From the heavy metal ore cars, each a roll ! ing fortress in itself, the last of the | active Yaquis were helping out their women and pet dogs, while the rest, talking and laughing in high spirits, were strung out along the track in a perfunctory line, If the few officers in command had ever attempted to teach them military discipline, the result was not appar ent in the line they formed; but any man who looked at their swarthy faces, the hawklike profiles, and deep- set, steady eyes, would know that they were fighters. After all, a straight line on parade has very little to do with actual war- fare and these men had proved their worth under fire. To be sure, it was the fire of Mexi- can guns, and perhaps that was why the officers were so quiet and unassert- fve; for every one of these big, up- standing Indians had been captured in the Yaqui wars and deported to the henequen fields of Yucatan to die in the miasma and heat. But they had come from a hardy breed and the whirligig of fortune was flying fast—Madero defeated Porfirlo Diaz; fresh revolutions broke out in desperation for soldiers to fill his ranks, Madero fell upon the Yaquis. Trained warriors for generations, of a race so fierce that the ancient Az tecs had been turned aside by them in their empire-founding migiation, they were the very men to whip back the rebels, if he could but win them to his So Madero had approached Chief flag of truce, and soon the agreement was made. In return for faithful serv- ice, Mexico would give back to the Indians the one thing they had been fghting a hunrded and sixty years to i 'tain, their land along the Rio Yaqui; and there they should be permitted to live in peace as their ancestors had And so, with a thousand or more of his men, the crafty old war chief had taken service in the federal army, though his mind, poisoned perhaps by the treachery he had suffered, was not entirely free from guile. “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 a 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 officers—they would not stack 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, they were marching spite of the stern glances of their lead- ers, they burst forth in weird Yaqui songs which, if their words had been known, might easily have caused their Mexican officers some slight nneast-i ness, It was, in fact, only a 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!” ex-| claimed Bud, as he stood off and ad- mired their stark forms. “There's some genuine fighters for you,” he observed to Phil; and a giant | i t Yaqui, standing near, returned hds| praise with a smile “W'y, hello there Amigo!"” hailed Bud, jerking a¢ in a friendly s.’r“ lute. T} T I was making | signs to up he ex-| plained I in't stuck on ; these Yuquis—they're all men, believe me!” | “Good workers, all right,” conceded | De Lancey, “but I'd hate to aave 'em get after me with those guns. 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