The Hennessey Clipper (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 25, No. 13, Ed. 1 Thursday, September 3, 1914 Page: 2 of 10
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THE CLIPPER. HENNESSEY. OKLAHOMA.
The Land of Broken Promises
A Stirring Story
of the Mexican
By DANE COOLJDGE
"Thm Fighting Foot"
Tho Tejucan. '' Etc.
Illustration* by Don J.Lavin
(Copy'itfU. IV14 Ur IftMikk A Muuxy)
Bud Hooker and Phil D« 1-ancey are
Corced, owtrjK to a revolution lu M X1CO,
lo give uj their minlnx claim and return
lo the United Statea In the border town
•f Gadsden Hud meets Henry Kruger, a
Wealthy miner, who makes him a propo-
sition to return to Mexico to acquire title
lo a very rich mine which Kruger had
blown up when he found he had been
cheated out of the title by one Aro«on.
t*he Mexican Hubs<*qui-ntl> spent a large
ui., In an unflUGOMSful attempt to Mlo
cat® the vein and then allowea the lend
to ravert for taxes. Hooker and De Lan-
cey arrive at Fortune near where the
mine, known a* the Eagle Tall, Is lo-
K-ted. They engage the services of Crux
endez, who has been friendly to Kruger.
to acquin the title for them, and k- i <
permit to do preliminary work Aragon
protests and accuses them of jumping his
claim Bud discovers that matrimonial
entanglements prevent Mendez from per-
fecting a valid title I'hil, who has been
beylng attention to Aragon's daughter,
urocln, decides to turn Mexican and g *t
tbm title in his own name. Hud objects
to Phil's attentions to (Jracla. Aragon
falls In his attempt to drive them off the
riaim. Rebels .*ir• - reported In the vicin-
ity. Btorlea of rapine and bloodshed are
brought In Bud and Phil begin work In
•arnest on their claim.
It was alow work; slower than they
had thought, and the gang of Mexi-
cans that they had hired for muckers
ware 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 waited for the boss.
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-
He was a bad man, thta 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 hurried to take a
fair 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
Spanish; 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
ere stopped to listen to him, and that
took time. But Bud's favorite way of
directing a man was by grunts and
■l^ns and bending his own back to
the task. Also, he refused to under-
stand Spanish, and cut off all long-
winded explanations and suggestions
by an Impatient motion to go to work,
which the trabajadores obeyed with
ihrugs and grins.
So Don Felipe turned powder-man
and blacksmith, sharpening up the
drills at the little forge they had fash-
ioned and loading the holes with dy-
namite when It became necessary to
break a rock, while Bud bossed the
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
0/ the cave, and the tent backed up
against it for protection. For If there
Is any one thing, next to horses, that
the rebels are wont to steal, It is
giant 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 horsee, Hud kept them
ibePed and hobbled, close to the house,
•and no one ever suw him without his
l?un. In the morning, when he got up,
tie took It from under liis pillow and
Ihung it on his belt, and there it
■tayed 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-
ing 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. Hut the same
jood-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
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
bltn wait until he came to a decision.
"Oyez, Amigo," he hailed at last,
and, rubbing his hand around on his
stomach, he smiled questioningly,
whereat the Yaqul nodded his bead
"Stawano!" said Hooker, "ven." And
he left bis Mexicans to dawdle as they
would wiyle he led the Indian to camp.
There he showed him the coffee-pot
and the kettle of beans by the fire, set
out a slab of Dutch-oven bread and a
sack of jerked beef, some stewed fruit
and a can of sirup, and left him to do
In the course of half an hour or so
he came back and found the Yaqui
sopping up Birup with the last of the
bread and humming a little tune. So
they eat down and smoked a cigarette
and came to the business at hand.
"Where you go?" inquired Bud; but
Ainlgo only Bhrugged enigmatically.
"You like to workT" continued Bud,
and the Indian broke Into a smile of
"Muy blen," Bald Hooker with final-
ity; "I give Mexicans two dollars a
day—I give you four. Is that enough?"
"SI," nodded the Yaqul, and without
more words he followed Bud back to
the cut. There, In half a day, he ac-
complished more than all the Mexi-
cans put together, leaping boldly up
the bank to dislodge hanging boulders,
boosting them by main strength up
onto the ramshackle tram they had
constructed, and trundling them out
to the dump with the shove of a mighty
He was a willing worker, using his
head every minute; but though he was
such a hustler and mnde their puny
efforts seein so Ineffectual by compari-
son, he managed In some mysterious
way to gain the Immediate approval
of tlio Mexicans. Perhaps It was his
all-pervasive good nature, or the re-
spect Inspired by his hardihood; per-
haps the qualities of natural leader-
ship which had mnde him a picked
man among his brother Yaquls. But
when, late In the afternoon, Bud came
back from a trip to the tent ho found
Amigo In charge of the gang, heaving
and struggling and making motions
with ills head.
"Good enough!" he muttered, after
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 Tall, and when De
Lancey came back from town—whlth-
Bud Was Doing the Blacksmlthlng.
er he went whenever he could conjure
up an errand—he found that, for once,
he had not been missed.
Bud was doing the blacksmlthlng,
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 welt spent, and Hud did
not regret the raid 011 his grub-pile. If
he could get halt as much work for
what he fed the Mexicans he could
well rest content.
"But how did this Indian happen to
find you?" demanded I'hil, 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 tills, let's
take care of him!" cried l'hil with
enthusiasm. "I'll tell you, Hud, there's
balked Bud's gang of Mexicans moved
easily for the two of them.
Then Amigo Belzed a crowbar and
slipped It Into a cranny and showed
them a few things about moving rocks.
For half an hour or more he worked
along, seemingly bent on displaying
till skill, then he sat down on the
bank and watched the Mexicans with
tolerant, half amused eyes.
together, and the boulder that had ' something big yoming off pretty soon
and I'd like to etay around town a
little more If 1 could. 1 want to keep
track of things."
"F'r Instance?" suggested Hooker
dryly. It had struck him that l'hil
was spending a good deal of time in
"Well, there's this revolution. Sure
as Bhootlng they're going to pull one
j 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
and drift out into the hills, and we're
likely to hear from them any time."
"All the more reason for staying in
camp, then," remarked Bud. "I'll tell
you, Phil, 1 need you here. That
dogged ledge le 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
that rock-pile—let's do a little timber-
ing, and sink."
"You can't timber that rock." an-
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. Walt till we get to
that porphyry contact — then we'll
know where we're at."
"All right," grumbled Bud; "but
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 croBs the river without firing on
them—some kind of an understanding
between Bernardo Bravo and these
"The only lighting there was was
when a bunch of twenty Yaquls got
away from their officers In the rough
country and went after Bernardo Bra-
vo by their lonesome. That threw a
big scare into him, too, but he man
aged to tight them off—and If 1 was
making a guess I'd bet that your Yaqul
frieud was one of that fighting
"I reckon," assented Bud; "but don't
you say nothing. 1 need that hombre
in my business. Come on, let's go up
and look at that cut—I come across
an old board today, down in the muck,
and I bet you It's a piece that Kruger
left Funny we don't come across
some of his tools, though, or the hole 1
where the powder went off."
"When we do that," observed Phil,
"we'll be where we're going. Nothing
to do then but lay off the men and wait
till 1 get my papers. That's why I say
don't hurry so hard—we haven't got
our title to this claim, pardner, and
we won't get It, either—not for some .
time yet. Suppose you'd hit this ]
"Well, If I hit It." remarked Bud.
"I'll Btay with It—you cau trust me
for that Hello, what's the Yaqui
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 j
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 6ight of these much-sought-
for tool9 he was doomed to disappoint-
ment, for both Bud and Phil had
schooled themselves to keep their
"Um-m," Bald Bud, "old drills, eh?
Where you And them?"
The Yaqul led the way to the face
of the cut and showed the spot, a hole
beneath the pile of riven rock; and
a Mexican, not to be outdone, grabbed
up a handful of porphyry and indi-
cated where the dynamite had pulver-
"Bien," said Phil, pawing solemnly
around in the bottom of the hole; and
then, filling his handkerchief with fine
dirt, he carried it down to the creek.
There, in a miner's pan, he washed
It out carefully, slopping the waste
over the edge and swirling the water
around until at last only a little dirt
wns left in the bottom of the pan.
Then, while all the Mexicans looked
on, he tailed this toward the edge,
scanning the last remnant for gold—
and quit without a color.
"Nadal" he cried, throwing down
the pan, and in some way the Mexi-
cans sensed the fact that the mine had
turned out a failure. Three times be
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 110 means unusual, ending to
their labors, the Mexicans went away
to their camp, speculating among
themselves us to whether they could
get their pay. But when the last of
them had gone Phil beckoned Bud into
the tent and showed hlui a piece of
"Just take a look at that!" he said,
and a single glance told Hooker that
it was full of tine particles of gold.
"I picked that up when they weren't
looking," whispered De Lancey, his
eyes dancing with triumph, -"it's the
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
It Is a great sensation—striking It
rid,—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; Hud 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
The Mexican miners, blinded by
their Ignorance, went their way, well
contented to get their money. Nobody
knaw. There was nothing to do but
to wait. But to wait, aB some people
know, lg the hardest work In the
For the first few days they lingered
about the mine, gloating over it in
secret, laughing back and forth, sing-
ing gay songe—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
looming and came back at night, but
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.
Ignaclo wat- the Indian's real name,
for the Yaquls are all good Catholics
and named uniformly after the saints;
but Hud had started to call him Amigo,
or friend, and Ignaclo had conferred
the same name on him.
Poor lgnacio! 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
At night he slept up in the rocks,
where 110 treachery could take him
unaware, but at the lirst peep of dawn
It was always Amigo who arose and
lit the Are.
Then, if no one got up, he cooked a
breakfast after IiIb own ideas, boiling
the coffee until it was ae strong as
lye, broiling meat on sticks, and went
to turn out the horses.
With the memory of many envious
glances cast at Copper llottom. 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 lnBurrecto on foot is a
contradiction of terms, If there are
any horseB or mules in the country,
and several bands of ex-miners from
Fortuna had gone through their camp
in that condition, with new riflee 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.
Even with the Yaqul, 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
lie 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
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
roaeted 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
The one cross under which the
Yaqui suffered was the apparent fail-
ure of the mine, and, after slipping up
into the cut a few times, he finally
came back radiant ,
"Mira!" he said, holding out a piece
of rock; and when Hooker gazed at
the chunk of quartz he pointed to the
specks of gold and grunted, "Oro!"
"Seguro!" answered Bud, and going
down into his pocket, he produced an-
other like it At this the Yaqul cocked
his head to one side and regarded him
"Why you no dig gold?" he asked
at last, and then Bud told him the
"We have an enemy," he said, "who
might steal It from u . So now we
wait for papers. When we get them,
"Ah!" breathed Amigo, his face sud-
denly clearing up; "and can I work
for you then?"
"Si," answered Bud, "for four dol-
lars a day. But now you help me
watch, so nobody comes."
"Stawano!" exclaimed the Indian,
well satisfied, and after that he spent
hours on the hilltop, his black head
thrust out over the crest like a chuck-
awalla lizard as he conned the land
So the days went by until three
weeks had passed, and still no papers
came. Ae his anxiety increased I'hil
fell into the habit of staying in town
overnight, and finally he was gone for
two days. The third day was drawing
to a close, and Bud was getting rest-
less, when suddenly he beheld the
Yaqui bounding down the hill in great
leaps and making signs down the
"Two men!" he called, dashing up to
the tent; "one of them a rural!"
"Why a rural?" asked Bud, mysti-
To take me!" cried Amigo. striking
himself violently on the breast "Lend
me your rifle!"
"No," answered Bud, after a pause;
"you might get into trouble. Run and
hide in the rocke—I will signal you
when to come back."
"Muy bien," said the Yaqul obedi-
ently, and, turning, he went up over
rocks like a mountain-%heep. bounding
from boulder to boulder until he dis-
appeared among the hilltops. Then,
as Bud brought In his horse and shut
him hastily inside his corral, the two
riders came around the point—a rural
Now, in Mexico a rural, rs Bud well
knew, means trouble—and Aragon
meant more trouble, trouble for him
Certainly, so buBy a man as Don Clpri-
ano would not come clear to his camp
to help capture a Yaqul deserter. Bud
sensed It from the start that this was
i another attempt to set possession of
their mine, and he awaited their com-
" 'S tardea," he said In reply to the
rural's abrupt salute, and then he
stood silent before his tent, looking
them over shrewdly. The rural was
a hard-looking citizen, as many of
them are, but on this occasion he
seemed a trifle embarrassed, glancing
inquiringly at Aragon. As for Aragon,
he was gazing at a long line of jerked
meat which Amigo had hung out to
dry, and hiB drooped eye opened up
suddenly as be turn«l his cold regard
"Senor," he said, speaking with an
accusing harshness, "we are looking
for the men who are stealing my
cattle, and I see we have not /ar to
go. Where did you get that meat?"
"I got It from a deer," returned
Bud; "there is hiB hide on the fence;
you can see It If you'll look."
The rural, glad to create a diver-
sion, rode over and examined the hide
and came back satisfied, but Aragon
was not so easily appeased.
"By what right," he demanded truo-
ulently, "do you, an American, kill
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deer In our country? Have you the
Bpeclal permit which Is required?"
"No, senor," answered Hooker so-
berly; "the deer was killed by a Mex-
ican I have working for me!"
"Ha!" sneered Aragon, and then he
"Where Is this Mexican?" Inquired
the rural, his professional instincts
aroused, and while Bud was explaining
that he was out in the hills some-
where, Aragon spurred his horse up
closer and peered curiously Into his
"What are yon looking for?" de-
manded Hooker sharply, and then Ara-
gon showed his band.
"1 am looking for the drills and drill-
spoon," he said; "the ones you stole
when you took my mine!"
"Then get back out of there!" cried
Bud, seizing his horse by the bit and
throwing him back on his haunches;
"and stay out!" he added, as he
dropped his hand to his gun. "But If
the rural wishes to search," he said,
turning to that astounded official, "he
Is welcome to do so."
"Muchas gracias, no!" returned the
rural, shaking a finger In front of his
face, and then he strode over to where
Aragon was muttering and spoke In a
"No!" dissented Aragon, shaking his
head violently; "no—no! I want this
man arrested!" he cried, turning vin-
dictively upon Bud. "He has stolen
my tools—my mine—my land! He has
no business here—bo title! This land
is mine, and I tell hln> to go. Pronto!"
he shouted, menacing Hooker with hie
riding-whip, but Bud only shifted hla
feet and stopped listening to his ex-
"No, senor," be said, when It was all
over, "this claim belongs to my pard-
ner, De Lancey. You have no—"
"Ha! De Lancey!" jeered Aragon,
suddenly indulging himself in a sar-
donic laugh. "De Lancey! Ha, ha!"
"What's the matter?" cried Hooker,
as the rural joined in with a derisive
smirk. "Say, speak up, hombre!" he
threatened, stepping closer ae his eyes
took on a dangerous gleam. "And let
me tell you now," he added, "(tat if
any man touches a hair of his head
I'll kill him like a dog!"
The rural backed his horse away, as
if suddenly discovering that the Amer-
ican was dangerous, and then, salut-
ing respectfully as he took his leave,
"The Senor De Lancey Is in jail!"
They whirled their horses at that
and galloped off down the canyon, and
as Bud gazed after them he burst Into
a frenzy of curses. Then, with the
one thought of setting Phil free, he
ran out to the corral and hurled the
saddle on his horse.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Even More Deserving.
Beggar—Mister, 1 ain't had nothin'
to eat for two days.
Gentleman—You told me that very
same story a week ago.
Beggar—Oh! Then surely boss,
you'll help a pore man who ain't had
nothin' to eat for nine days.—Boston
BY NO MEANS A STRANGER
Not tne First Time Lawyer Had Slum-
bered With the Companion of
The new senator from Alabama.
Francis Shelly White, is a lawyer and
has a large practice in his state.
Sometimes his work takes him out in
the interior, and on one of these
trips he was accompanied by his cli-
ent, and client being a pious man, a.
deacon in the church to which White
It was late at night when the darky
pulled up his span before the doors of
the inn. which was presided over by a
lady of generous heart and equal pro-
portions. When he went to the desk
to engage a room White was apolo-
getically told that it was impossible,
on account of the influx of visitors, to
give him a separate chamber.
"I guess I can get a separate bed,
then," said he. But to this the reply-
was the same.
"May I ask who is to be my bed-
fellow?" asked White, who did not
I relish the idea of sharing his couch
I with a stranger.
"Why," replied the landlady, "it will
| be the gentleman with whom you
"Oh, that's all right, then," said
White, with a eigh of relief. "He
and 1 are both deacons in the same
church and have been sleeping togeth-
j er during the 11 o'clock sermon in the
j First Baptist church for 20 years."—
"Hot here, isn't it?"
"Well, the girls are all so cool to*
me I hadn't noticed the heat."
But It All Came Out Right.
Not In Politics.
After all these statesmen have gone
on the stand and told how they rua
their parties, every citizen will know
the Ins and outs of politics." "Ye ,"
said the Practical Person, "trut In pol-
itics you don't get anjrthing by know-
ing Um qi.it> "
How a sister played a trick that
brought rosy health to a coffee fiend
is an interesting tale:
"I was a coffee fiend—a trembling,
nervous, physical wreck, yet clinging
to the poison that stole away my
strength. I mocked at Postum and
would have none of it.
"One day my sister substituted a
cup of piping hot Postum for my morn-
ing cup of coffee but did not tell me
what it was. 1 noticed the richness
of it and remarked that the 'coffee'
tasted fine but my sister did not tell
me I was drinking Postum for fear I
might not take any more.
"She kept the secret and kept giv-
ing me Postum instead of coffee until
I grew stronger, more tireless, got a
better color in my sallow cheeks and
a clearness to my eyes, then she told
me of the health-giving, nerve-
strengthening life-saver she had given
me in place of my morning coffee.
"From that time I became a disciple
of Postum and 110 words can do jus-
tice in telling the good this cereal
drink did me. I will not try to tell it,
for only after having used it can one
be convinced of its merits."
Ten days' trial shows Postum's pow-
er to rebuild what coffce has destroy-
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Read "The Road to
Wellville," in pkgs.
Postum comes in two forms:
Regular Postum—must be well boil-
ed. 15c and 25c packages.
Instant Postum—is a soluble pow-
der. A teaspoonful dissolves quickly
in a cup of hot water and, with cream
and sugar, makes a delicious beverage
instantly. 30c and 50c tins.
The cost per cup of both kinds is
about the Bame.
"There's a Heasou" for Postum.
—sold by Grocerfc
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