Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, June 10, 1914, Page 2

THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAKELAND FLA., JUNE 10, 1 -By DANE gfi%}bi*&i’offi‘?@3*0‘;'0‘3'0 S04 ‘ “{hy, you aren’t—you aren’t jeal- ous, are you, Bud?” “Yes, I'm jealous!’ answered Hooker harshly; “jealous as the devil! And 1 want you to keep that promise, see?” “Aw, Bud—" began De Lancey in- credulously; but Hooker silenced him with & look. Perhaps he was really jealous, or perhaps he only sald so to have his way, but Phil saw that he| was in earnest, and he went quietly by his side. But love had set his brain in a whirl, and he thought no more of his promise—only of some subtler way of meeting his inamorata, some way which Bud would fall to see. CHAPTER XIII. For sixty days and more, while the weather had been turning from cold to warm and they had been laboring feebly to clear away the great slide of loose rock that covered up the ledge, the Eagle Tail mine had re- mained a mystery. Whether, like the old Eagle Tail of frontier fable, it was so rich that only the eagle’s head was needed to turn the chunks into twenty-dollar gold pteces; or whether, like many other frontier mines, it was nothing but a hole in the ground, was a matter still to be settled. And Bud, for one, was determined to settle it quickly. “Come on,” he said, as Phil hesi- tated to open up the way to the lead; “we got a month, maybe less, to get to the bottom of this; and then the hills will be lousy with rebels. If they’s nothing here, we want to find out about it quick and skip—and if we strike it, by grab, they ain't enough red-flaggers in Sonora to pry me loose from it. So show these hombres where to work and we'll be up against rock by the end of the week.” The original Eagle Tail tunnel had been driven into the side of a steep hill; so steep, in fact, that the loose shale stretched in long shoots from the base of the frowning porphyry dikes that crowned the tops of the hills to the bottom of the canyon. On elther side of the discovery gulch sharp ridges, perforated by the gopher- tholes of the Mexicans and the ancient workings of the BSpaniards, ran di- rectly up the hill to meet the contact. and, rubbing his hand around on his | But it was against the face of the big ridge itself that Kruger had driven 'whereat the Yaqui nodded his head ' his drift and exploded his glant blast of dynamite, and the whole slope had i been altered and covered with a slide of rock. they were marking time, Bud and his pardner had directed their energies, | olearing the way to the solid schist. IThere, somewhere beneath the jumble | of powderriven rock, lay the ledge VEOEVOIHTOOIOIGERTOIRTOEOFONEOIOIOE0T The Land of Broken Promises A\ Stirring Story Of T ZJulce sy GO ECHED COOLIDGE he Mexican Revolution DO QUPHOOPQBLH Y 3 kS SOH0 | drille at the little forge they had fash- foned and loading the holes with dy- namite when it became necessary to break a rock, while Bud bossed the unwilling Mexicans. In an old tunnel behind their tent they set a heavy gate, and behind it they stored their precious powder. Then came the portable forge and the blacksmith shop, just inside the mouth of the cave, and the tent backed up against it for protection. For if there s any one thing, next to horses, that the rebels are wont to steal, it is glant powder to blow up culverts with, or to lay on the counters of timorous country merchants and frighten them into making contributions. As for their horses, Bud kept them belled and hobbled, close to the house, and no one ever saw him without his gun. In the morning, when he got up, he took it from under his pillow and hung it on his belt, and there fit stayed until bedtime. He also kept a sharp watch on the trail, above and below, and what few men did pass through were conscious of his eye. Therefore it was all the more surprising when, one day, look- fug up suddenly from heaving at a great rock, he saw the big Yaqui sol- dier, Amigo, gazing down at him from the cut bank. | Yes, it was the same man, but with a difference—his rifle and cartridge- belts were absent and his clothes were torn by the brush. But the same good-natured, competent smile was there, and after a few words with Bud he leaped nimbly down the bank and laid hold upon the rock. They pulled together, and the boulder that had balked Bud's gang of Mexicans moved easlly for the two of them, Then Amigo seized a crowbar ard slipped it into a cranny and showed them a few things about moving rocke. For half an hour or more he worked along, seemingly bent on displaying his skill, then he sat down on the | bank and watched the Mexicans with tolerant, half-amused eyes. ! If he was hungry he showed it only by the cigarettes he smoked, and Hooker, studying up the chances he would take by hiring a deserter, let him wait until he came to a decision. | “Oyez, Amigo,” he hailed at last, stomach, he emiled questioningly, avidly. “Stawano!” sald Hooker, “ven.” And he left his Mexiocans to dawdle as they ! would while he led the Indian to camp. Againet this slide, in the days when There he showed him the coftee-pot | and the kettle of beans by the fire, set out a slab of Dutch-oven bread and a ! throwing the loose stones aside, build- sack of Jerked beef, some stewed fruit | ing up walls against the slip, and and a can of sirup, and left him to do | his worst. In the course of halt an hour or so he came back and found the Yaqul Amigo In chargs of the gang, heaving & | and struggling and making motions 2| with his head. ©| “Good enough!” he muttered, after 0 watching him for a minute in silence, and leaving the new boss in command, he went back and started supper. That was the beginning of a new day at the Eagle Tail, and when De Lancey came back from town—whith- er he went whenever he could conjure up an errand—he found that, for once, he had not been miseed. Bud was doing the blacksmithing, Amigo was directing the gang, and a fresh mess of beans was on the fire, the first kettleful having gone to rein- force the Yaqui's backbone. But they were beans well spent, and Bud did not regret the raid on his grub-pile. If he could get half as much work for what he fed the Mexicans he could well rest content. “But how did this Indian happen to find you?” demanded Phil, when his pardner had explained his acquisition. “Say, he must have deserted from his company when they brought them back from Moctezuma!” “More'n likely,” assented Bud. “He ain't talking much, but I notice he keeps his eye out—they'd shoot him for a deserter if they could ketch him. I'd hate to see him go that way.” “well, if he's as good as this, let's take care of him!” cried Phil with enthusiasm. “I'll tell you, Bud, there’s something big coming off pretty soon and I'd like to stay around town a little more if I could. I want to keep track of things.” “F'r instance?” suggested Hooker dryly. It had struck him that Phil town already. “Well, there's this revolution. Sure as shooting they're going to pull one soon. There's two thousand Mexican miners working at Fortuna, and they say every one of 'em has got a rifle buried. Now they’re beginning to quit likely to hear from them any time.” “All the more reason for staying in camp, then,” remarked Bud. “I'll tell you, Phil, I need you here. That dogged ledge is lost, good and plenty, and I need you to say where to dig. We ain't doing much better than old Aragon did—just rooting around in ing, and sink.” swered De Lancey decidedly. “And besides, it's cheaper to make a cut twenty feet deep than it is to tunnel | or sink a shaft. Wait till we get to ! that porphyry contact — then we'll know where we're at.” “All right,” grumbled Bud; “but i seems like we're a long time getting there. What's the news downtown?” “Well, the fireworks have begun again over in Chihuahua—Orozco and Salazar and that bunch—but it seems there was something to this Mocte- | zuma scare, after all. I was talking to !an American mining man from down that way and he told me that the fed- erals marched out to where the rebels were and then sat down and watched them cross the river without firing on them—some kind of an understanding between Bernardo Bravo and these blackleg federals. “The only fighting there was was 'which, if they found it, would make 'sopping up sirup with the last of the When a bunch of twenty Yaquis got them rich; and now with single-jack bread and humming a little tune. So 'uway from their officers in the rough wmnd drill, they attacked the last huge they eat down and smoked a cigaretts country and went after Bernardo Bra- fragments, blasting them into pieces and groveling deeper until they could strike the contact, where the schist and porphyry met and the gold spray 'had spewed up between. L was slow work; slower than they had thought, and the gang of Mexi- cans that they had hired for muckers were marvels of ineptitude. Left to themselves, they accomplished noth- ing, since each problem they encoun- ! tered seemed to present to them some element of insuperable difficulty, to solve which they either went into cau- cus or walted for the boss. Mean- while they kept themselves awake by | smoking cigarettes and telling stories about Bernardo Bravo. To the Mexicans of Sonora Bernardo Bravo was the personification of all the malevolent qualities—he being a bandit chief who had turned first gen- eral and then rebel under Madero— and the fact that he had at last been driven out of Chihuahua and therefore over into Sonora, made his malevo- lence all the more imminent. Undoubtedly, somewhere over to the east, where the Sierras towered like a blue wall, Bernardo and his outlaw followers were gathering for a raid, and the raid would bring death to So- nora. He was a bad man, this Bernardo Bravo, and if half of the current sto- ries were true, he killed men when- ever they failed to give him money, | and was never too hurrled to take x\i, falr daughter of the country up behind | him, provided she took his fancy. Yes, surely he was a bad man—but | that did not clear away the rock. | For the first week Phil took charge | of the gang, urging, directing and ca- | Joling them, and the work went mer- | rily on, though rather slowly. The | Mexicans liked to work for Don Felipe, | he was so polite and spoke such good | Bpanish; but at the end of the week it developed that Bud could get more results out of them. { Every time Phil started to explain anything to one Mexican all the oth Bud Was Doing the Blacksmithing. ems stopped to listen to him, and that i took time. But Bud's favorite way of | such a husiler and made their puny directing a man 3 by grunts and efforts seem s signs and own back to son, ! the task Also, »d to under- way to roval stand Spanish, and cut off all long-| of the Mexicans. Perhapx s his winded explanations and suggestions all-perva > good nature, or the re by an impatient motion to go to work, | spect insy by his hardihood; per which the trabajadores obeyed with haps the qualities of natural leader shrugs and grins 8o Don Felipe turned powder-man and Dblacksmith, sharpening up _the and came to the business at hand 1 vo by their lonesome. That threw a ‘Where you go?” inquired Bud; but big scare into him, too, but he man- Amigo only shrugged enigmatically. “You like to work? continued Bud, aged to fight them off—and if I was making a guess I'd bet that your Yaqui and the Indian broke into a smile of friend was one of that fighting assent, | twenty."” “Muy blen,” sald Hooker with final | “I reckon,” assented Bud; “but don’t ity; “I give Mexicans two dollars a YOU 8ay nothing. I need that hombre day—I give you four. Is that enough?” | in my business, Come on, let's go up “81," nodded the Yaqui, and without and look at that cut—I come across more words he followed Bud back to &R old board today, down in the muck, the cut. There, in half a day, he ac- and I bet you it's a piece that Kruger complished more than all the Mexi- left. Funny we don't come across cans put together, leaping boldly up A BOme of his tools, though, or the hole the bank to dislodge hanging boulders, boosting them by main strength up | where the powder went off.” | “When we do that,” observed Phil, onto the ramshackle tram they had |~ We'll be where we're going. Nothing constructed, and trundling them out | t0 do then but lay off the men and walt to the dump with the shove of a mighty | t!ll I et my papers. That's why I say hand. don’t hurry so hard—we haven't got He was a willing worker, using his | °UF title to this claim, pardner, and head every minute; but though he was ship which had made him & picked But when, late in the afternoon, Bud came | back from a trip to the tent he found man among his brother Yaquis. we won't get it, either—not for some |time yet. Suppose you'd hit this ' ledge—" “Well, if T hit it”” remarked Bud, | “I'll stay with it—you can trust me {for that. Hello, what's the Yaqui found ?” | As they came up the cut Amigo quit | work and, while the Mexicans followed suit and gathered expectantly behind him, he picked up three rusty drills and an iron drill-spoon and presented ! them to Bud. Evidently he had learned the object of their search from the Mexicans, but if he looked for any demonstrations of delight at eight of these much-sought- for tools he was doomed to disappoint- | ment, for both Bud and Phil had schooled themselves to keep their ht. said Bud faces ‘old drills, eh? he Yaqu i the way to the cut and showed the spot, a hole 1ith the pile oi riven rock; and lone, d porphyry indi- 1 to be ou grabbc I'hen, he scanning the on, toward the and quit without a color. edg was spending a good deal of time in | and drift out into the hills, and we're | that rock-pile—let’s do a little timber-' “You can't timber that rock,” an: | face ! “Nada!” he cried, throwing down | wait fc 914, n, and in some way the Mexi- cu;.:\sp;nsed the fact that the mine had turned out a failure. Three times he went back to the cut and scooped up the barren dust, and then he told the men they could quit. “No more work!” he said, affecting a dejected bitterness; “no hay nada— there is nothing!” And with this sad, but by no means unusual, ending to their labors, the Mexicans went away to their camp, speculating among themselves as to whether they could get their pay. But when the last of them had gone Phil beckoned Bud into the tent and showed him a plece ot quartz. “Just take a look at that!” he sald, and a single glance told Hooker that it was full of fine particles of gold. 1 picked that up when they weren't looking,” whispered De Lancey, his eyes dancing with triumph. “It's ’ths same rock—the same as Kruger's!” “Well, put 'er there, then, pardner!” cried Bud, grabbing at De Lancey's hand; “we've struck it!” And with a broad grin on their de- ceitful faces they danced silently around the tent, after which they paid off the Mexicans and bade them “adios!” CHAPTER XIV. It is a great sensation—striking it ! rich—one of the greatest in the world. Some men punch a burro over the desert all their lives in the hope of achieving it once; Bud and Phil had taken a chance, and the prize now lay within their grasp. Only a little while now—a month, maybe, if the officials were slow—and the title would be theirs. The Mexican miners, blinded by thelr ignorance, went their way, well eontented to get thelr money. Nobody knew. There was nothing to do but to wait. But to wait, as some people know, is the hardest work in the world. For the first few days they lingered about the mine, gloating over it in ! secret, laughing back and forth, sing- | ing gay songs—then, as the ecstasy | passed and the weariness of waiting | set in, they went two ways. Some ! fascination, unexplained to Bud, drew De Lancey to the town. He left in the morning and came back at night, but i Hooker stayed at the mine. Day and night, week-days and Sun. days, he watched it jealously, lest someone should slip in and surprise their secret—and for company he had his pet horse, Copper Bottom, and the Yaqui Indian, Amigo. Ignacio was the Indian’s real name, | for the Yaquis are all good Catholics | and named uniformly after the saints; | but Bud had started to call him Amigo, | or friend, and Ignacio had conferred ! the same name on him. Poor Ignacio! His four-dollar-a-day | Job had gone glimmering in half a ' day, but when the Mexican laborers | departed he lingered around the camp, doing odd jobs, until he won a place for himself. At night he slept up in the rocks, | unaware, but at the first peep of dawn it was always Amigo who arose and lit the fire, Then, if no one got up, he cooked a breakfast after his own ideas, boiling the coffee until it was as strong as lye, broiling meat on sticks, and went to turn out the horses, With the memory of many envious glances cast at Copper Bottom, Hooker had built a stout corral, where he kept the horses up at night, allowing them to graze close-hobbled in the daytime. A Mexican insurrecto on foot is a contradiction of terms, if there are any horses or mules in the country, and several bands of ex-miners from Fortuna had gone through their camp in that condition, with new rifles in their hands. But if they had any de- signs on the Eagle Tail live stock they speedily gave them up; for, while he would feed them and even listen to their false tales of patriotism, Bud had no respect for numbers when it came to admiring his horse. Jven with the Yaqui, much as he trusted him, he had reservations about Copper Bottom; and once, when he found him petting him and stroking his nose, he shook hie head forbid- dingly. And from that day on, though he watered Copper Bottom and cared for his wants, Amigo was careful never to caress him, But in all other matters, even to lending him his gun, Bud trusted the Yaqui absolutely. It was about a week after he came to camp that Amigo sighted a deer, and when Bud loaned him his rifle he killed it with a single shot. Soon afterward he came loping back from a scouting trip and made signs for the gun again, and this time he brought in a young peccary, which he roasted in a pit, Indian style. After that, when the meat was low, Bud sent him out to hunt, and each time he brought back a wild hog or a deer for every cartridge. \ The one under which the ! Yaqui suffered was the apparent fail- ure of the mine, and, aft slipping up I?fl'u the few times. he finally ;~ me b t ’ | r said, hold t a piece zed at | 17" he asked | | @ Bud tc im the | | story ‘ | < '.' s enemy,” he BE , “who might ste Irom us. So now we bapers. When we get them we dig! I ontinued.) | where no treachery could take him R. R. 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