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Show The Land of Broken Promises J : . . . By DANE COOLIDGE :? -A Stirring Story of the Mexican n'Hd"'w,'.r.-- r f . " ' Txicant Etc. devolution ... , ,. , n . , . Illustration by Don J.Lavin ; ': S (Oryructu. l'J14. br Frank A. Muamt) SYNOPSIS. Hud Hooker am! Phil De I.ancey are forced, owlnif to a r.-vohjtlon In Mexli'u, Kivi i; l til l r mining claim an. I return to thi! t'lllti:i .suites. In Hin IiiiiiWt town of liailHiii-n H i nj mhmiIh Hi-nry Kru.-r. a weulihy miner, w?io makes him 11 proposition propo-sition Id return t" Mexico lo aiiilll'e title Id a very rich inlnu which Kroner had Mown Ui when liii foun.l Iih ha.l h.en choat.-il oia of this title hy oiih ArnK'm. Tho Mexican HiihMi-nni-ntly Hpent a laro Hum in an 1111.s11ecen.Hful attempt to relocate relo-cate tho vein anil thiol allow. -il the litnil lo revert for tax. -a. Hooker and I lo Ijiii-" Ijiii-" y arrive at Korti na n.-ar where the inln.-, known an Urn KiikIk Tail, la lo-1 lo-1 Hied. They enmie the HelvloeM of t'ruz Men,, ?., who has h.en frl.mlly to Kroner. 1 . iie.ininj IU tlii,. f,,r (hem. and Ret a permit lo do preliminary work. Anih'un !'o!e.sl.S ,tI1 a(.ruH(.H ihelll (if JlllllpillK IliU ' nlm. Hn.l dlHeovrs that malrimonial etilaiinlemenlH prevent Mondez from per-iVrtlni,- a valid till,.. I'hll. who ha-s l-cn P'lyinK atlentlon to Arairon's daiiKhtcr. I Inu la, decides In turn Mexican and Ret tilt! tltlo In his own name. Hud objects to I'liil's attentions to (Irarla. AraKon fills In his attempt to drive them off the claim. Itehels aru reported In tho vicinity. vicin-ity. Htories of rapine and bloodshed are 'roiiKht In. Hud and l'hll boirlii work In earnest on their claim. They make a rich strike of (,'ukl and stop work on .(ho claim until the tltlo can be perfected. CHAPTER XIV Continued. It was through some chicanery, he knew some low-down trick on the part of Aragon that his pardner had been imprisoned, and he swore In hnvo him out or know the reason why. Either Ei-ther that or he would go after Aragon and take it out of his hide. It was outside Bud's simple code even to question his pardner's innocence, inno-cence, but, Innocent or guilty, he would liae him out if he had to tear down the jail. So he slapped his saddle-gun into tho sling, reached for his quirt, and went dashing clown the canyon. At a turn in the road lie came suddenly upon Aragon and the rural, split a way between them, and leaned forward for-ward as Copper Bottom burned up the trail. It was long since the shiny sorrel had been given his head, and he needed need-ed neither whip nor spurs but a mile or two down the arroyo Bud suddenly reined him in and looked behind. Then :ho turned abruptly up the hillside and jumped him out on a point, looked again, and rode slowly back up the trail. Aragon and the rural were not in sight the question was, wets they following? For a short distance he rode warily, not to be surprised In Ihie suspicion; then, as he found tracks turning back, he gave head to his iorse and galloped swiftly to camp. The horses of the men he sought stood at the edge of the mine-dump, and, throwing his bridle-rein down beside be-side them, Bud leaped off and ran up the cut Then he stopped short and reached for his six-shooter. The two men were up at the end, down on their knees, and digging like dogs after a rabbit. So eager were they in their search so confident in their fancied security, that they never looked up from their work, and the tramp of Hooker's boots was drowned by their grubbing until he stood above them. There he paused, his pistol in hand, and waited grimly for developments. "Ha!" cried Aragon, grabbing at a piece of quartz that came up, "Aqui lo tengo!" He drew a second piece from 'his pocket and placed them together. '"It is the same!" he Bald. Still half-buried in the excavation, he turned suddenly as a shadow crossed him, to get the light, and his jaw dropped at the sight oT Bud. "I'll trouble you for that rock," observed ob-served Bud, holding out his hand, and as the rural jumped, Aragon handed over the ore. There was a moment's silence as Bud stood over them then he stepped back and motioned them .out with his gun. Down the jagged cut they hurried, awed into a guilty silence by his anger, an-ger, and when ho let them mount without a word the rural looked back, -surprised. Even then Bud said nothing, noth-ing, but the swing of the Texan's gun spoke for him, and they rode quickly out of sight. "You dad-burned greasers!" growled Bud, returning his pistol with a jab to its holster. Then he looked at the ore. There were two pieces, one fresh-dug fresh-dug and the other worn, and as he gazed at them the worn piece seemed strangely familiar. Aragon had been comparing them but where had he got the worn piece? Once more Bud looked it over, and Lhen the rock fell from his hand. It svas the first piece they had found the piece that belonged to Phil! CHAPTER XV. When the solid earth quakes, though it move but a thousandth of an inch beneath our feet, the human brain reels and we become dizzy, sick and afraid So. too, at the thought that some trusted friend has played us falne, '.he mind turns back upon Itself tmd '-e doubt the stability of everything- for a moment. Then, as we find ill the trees straight up, the world Intact, and the hills in their proper places', we cast the treacherous doubts side and listen to the voice of reason. For one awful moment Hooker saw ntaiself betrayed by his friend, either ;rmsrh avcnkDW or through guile; and then his mind straightened itself and he remembered that Phil was ia Jail. What more natural, then, than that the rurales should search his pockets and give the ore to Aragon? He stooped and picked up the chunk of rock that precious, pocket-worn specimen spec-imen that had brought them the first promise of success and wiped it on his sleeve. Mechanically he placed it beside the other piece which Aragon had gouged from the edge, and while he gazed at them he wondered what to do to leave their mine and go to his friend, or to let his friend wait and stand guard by their treasure and his heart told him to go to his friend. So he swung up on his horee and followed slowly, and as soon as it was dark he rode secretly through Old Fortuna and on till he came to the Jail. It was a square stone structure, built across the Btreet from the can-tina can-tina in order to be convenient for the drunks, and as Bud rode up close and stared at ft, some one hailed him through the bars. "Hello there, pardner,"called Ho6k-er, Ho6k-er, swinging down arid striding over to the hlack window, "how long have they had you in here? "Two days," answered Phil from the inner darkness; "but it seems like a lifetime to me. Say, Bud, there's a Mexican In here that's got the Jim-jams Jim-jams regular tequila Jag can't you get me out?" "Well, I eure will!" answered Bud; "what have they got you in for? Where's our friend, Don Juan? Why didn't he let me know?" "You can search me!" railed ' De Lancey. "Seems like everybody quits you down here the minute you get into trouble. I got arrested night before be-fore last by those d d rurales Manuel Del Req was behind It, you can bet your life on that and I've been- here ever since!" "Well, what are you pinched for? Who do I go and see?" "Pinched for nothing!" cried De Lancey bitterly. "Pinched because I'm a Mexican citizen and can't protect pro-tect myself! I'm incomunicado for three days!" "Well, I'll get you out, all right," said Hooker, leaning closer against the bars. "Here, have a smoke did they frisk you of your makings?" "No!" snapped De Lancey crossly, "but I'm out of everything by this time. Bud, I tell you I've had a time of it! They threw me in here with this crazy, murdering Mexican and. I haven't had a wink of sleep for two days. He's quiet now, but I don't want any more." "Well, say," began Bud again, "what are you charged with? Maybe I can grease somebody's paw awl get you out tonight!" There was an awkward pause at this, and finally De Lancey dropped his white face against the bars and his voice became low and beseeching. "I'll tell you, Bud," he said, "I haven't been quite on the square with you I've been holding out a little. But you know how it is when a fellow's fel-low's in love. I've been going to see Gracia!" "Oh!" commented Hooker, and stood very quiet while he waited. "Yes, I've been going to see her," hurried on Phil. "I know I promised; but, honest, Bud, I couldn't help it It just 6eemed as K my whole being was wrapped up In her, and I had to do it She'd be looking for me when I came and went and then I fixed it with her maid to take her a letter. And then I met her secretly, back by the garden gate. You know they've got some holes punched in the wall loopholed during the fight last summer sum-mer and we'd " "Sure, I'll take your word for that," broke in Hooker harshly. "But get to the point! What are you pinched for?" "Well," went on De Lancey, his voice quavering at the reproof, "I was going to tell you, if you'll listen to me. Somebody saw us there and told Aragon Ara-gon he shut her up for a punishment and she slipped me out a note well, I couldn't stand it I hired the string band and we went down there in a hack to give her a serenade. But this cad, Manuel del Rey, who has been acting like a jealous ass all along, swooped down on us with a detachment detach-ment of his rurales and took us all to jail. He let the musicians out the next morning, but I've been here ever since." "Yes, and what are you charged with?" demanded Bud brusquely. Drunk." confessed Phil, and Bud runted. "Huh!" he said "and me out watching watch-ing that mine night and day!" "Oh, I know I've done you dirt, Bud," wailed De Lancey; "but I didn't mean to, and I'll never do it again." "Never do what?" Inquired Bud roughly. "I won't touch another drop of booze as long as I'm in Mexico!" cried Phil. "Not a drop!" "And how about the girl?" continued Bud inexorably. "Her old man was out and tried to Jump our mine today how about her?" ' "Well," faltered De Lancey. "Ill she" "You know your promise!" reminded ; Eud. "Yes; I know. But oh. Bud, if you knew how loyal I've been to you if I you knew what offers I've resisted j the mine Bland In my name, you know." j "Well?" i "Weil, Aragon came around to me i last week and said if I'd give him a ! half Interest In it he'd well, never mind It was a great temptation. But did I fall for it? Not on your life! I know you, Bud, and I know you're honest hon-est you'd stay by me to the last ditch, and I'll do the same by you. But I'm in love, Bud, and that would make a man forget his promise if he wasn't true as steel." "Yes," commented Hooker dryly. "I don't reckon I can count on you much from now on. Here, take a look at this and see what you make of it." He drew the piece of ore that he had taken from Aragon from his pocket and held it up in the moonlight. "Well, feel of It, then," he said. "Shucks, you ought to know that piece of rock, Phil it's the first one we found in our mine!" "No!" exclaimed De Lancey, starting start-ing back; "why where'd you get it?" "Never mind where I got it!" answered an-swered Hooker. "The question is: What did you do with it?" "Well, I might as well come through with it," confessed Phil, the last of his assurance gone. "I gave It to Gracia!" "And I took it away from Aragon," continued Bud, "while he was digging some more chunks out of our mine. So that is your idea of being true as steel, is It? You've done noble by me and Kruger, haven't you? Yes, you've been a good pardner, I don't think!" "Well, don't throw me down, Bud!" pleaded Phil. "There's some mistake somewhere.- Her father must have "What Are You Pinched For?" found It and taken it away! I'd stake my life on it that Gracia would never betray me!" "Well, think it over for a while," suggested Bud, edging his words with sarcasm. "I'm going up to the hotel!" "No; come back!" cried De Lancey, clamoring at the bars. "Come on back. Bud! Here!" he said, thrusting thrust-ing his hand out through the heavy irons. "I'll give you my word for it I won't see her again until we get our title! Will that satisfy'you.? Then give me your hand, pardner I'm sorry I did you wrong!" "It ain't me," replied Hooker soberly, sober-ly, as he took the trembling hand; "it's Kruger. But if you'll keep your word, Phil, maybe we can win out yet I'm going up to find the comisario." A brief interview with that smiling individual and the case of Phil De Lancey was laid bare. He had been engaged in a desperate rivalry with Manuel del Rey for the hand of Gracia Gra-cia Aragon, and his present incarceration incarcera-tion was not only for singing rag-time beneath the. Aragon windows, but for trying to whip the captain of the rurales ru-rales when the latter tried to place him under arrest. And De Lancey was the prisoner not of the comisario, but of the captain of the rurales. Sore at heart, Bud rode up through the Mexican quarters to the cuartel of the rurales, but the captain cap-tain was inexorable. "No, senor," he said, waving an eloquent elo-quent finger before his nose, "I cannot release your friend. No, senor!" "But what is he charged with?" persisted per-sisted Bud, "and when is his trial? You can't keep him shut up without a trial." At this the captain of the rurales lifted his eyebrows and one closely wa-xed mustachio and smiled mysteriously. mysteri-ously. "Y como no?" he inquired. "And why not? Is he not a Mexican citizen?" citi-zen?" "Well, perhaps he Is!" thundered Bud, suddenly rising to his full height, "but I am not! I am an American, senor capitan, and there are other Americans! If you hold my friend without a trial I will come and tear your jail down and the comisario will not stop me, either!" "Ah!" observed the dandy little captain, cap-tain, shrugging his mustachio once more and blinking, and while Hooker raged back and forth he looked him over appraisingly. "One moment!" he said at last, raising rais-ing a quieting hand. "These are perilous peril-ous times, senor, in which all the defenders de-fenders of Fortuna should stand together. to-gether. I do not wish to have a difference dif-ference with the Americans when Ber nardo Bravo and his men are march- j ing to take our town. No, I value the friendship of the valiant Americans very highly so I will let your friend go. But first he must promise me one thing not to trouble the Senor Aragon Ara-gon by making further love to his daughter!" "Very well!" replied Bud. "He has already promised that to me; so come on and let him out." "To you?" repeated Manuel del Rey with a faint smile. "Then, perhaps" "Perhaps nothing!" broke in Hooker shortly. "Come on!" Ha led the way impatiently while the captain, his saber clanking, strode out and rode beside him. He was not a big man, this 6washing captain of the rural police, but he was master, nevertheless, of a great district from Fortuna to the line, with a reputation for quick work in the pursuance of his duty as well aa in the primrose ways of love. In the insurrections and raidings of the previous summer he had given the coup de grace with his revolver to more than one embryo bandit, and In his love affairs he had 6hovn that he could be equally summary. The elegant Feliz Luna, who for a time had lingered near the charming Gracia, had finally found himself up against a pair of pistols with the option op-tion of either fighting Captain del Rey or returning to his parents. The young man concluded to beat a retreat For a like offense Philip De Lancey had been unceremoniously thrown Into jail; and now the capitan turned his attention to Bud Hooker, whose mind he had not yet fathomed. "Excuse me; senor," he said, after a brief silence, "but your words left me in doubt whether to regard you as a friend or a rival." "What?" demanded Bud, whose knowledge of Spanish did' not extend to the elegancies. "You said," explained the captain politely, "that your friend had promised prom-ised you he would not trouble the lady further. Does that mean that you are interested in her yourself, or merely that you perceive the hopelessness of his suit and wish to protect him from a greater evil that may well befall him? For look you, senor, the girl is mine, and no man can come between us!" "Huh!" snorted Bud, who caught the last all right. Then he laughed shortly and shrugged hie shoulders. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said gruffly, "but he will stay away, all right." "Muy bien," responded Del Rey carelessly care-lessly and, dismounting at the jail, he threw open the door and stood aside for his rival to come out. "Muchas gracias, senor capitan," saluted sa-luted Bud, as the door clanged to behind be-hind his pardner. But Phil still bristled with anger and defiance, and the captain cap-tain perceived that there would be no thanks from him. "It is nothing," he replied, bowing politely, and something In the way he said it made De Lancey choke with rage. But there by the carcel door was not the place for picking quarrels. They went to the hotel, where Don Juan, all apologies for his apparent neglect which he excused on the' ground that De Lancey had been held incomunicado placated them as best he could and hurried on to the news. "My gracious, Don Felipe," he cried, "you don't know how sorry I was to see you in jail, but the captain's orders or-ders were that no one should go near you and in Mexico we obey the rurales, ru-rales, you know. Otherwise we are placed against a wall and shot. "But have you heard the news from down below? Ah, what terrible times they are having there ranches raided, women stolen, rich men held for ransom! ran-som! Yes, it is worse than ever! Already Al-ready I am receiving telegrams to prepare pre-pare rooms for the refugees, and the people are coming in crowds. "Our friend, the Senor Luna, and his son Feliz have been taken by Bernardo Ber-nardo Bravo! Only by an enormous ransom was he able to save his wife and daughters, and his friends must now pay for him. "At the ranch of the rich Spaniard, Alvarez, there has been a great battle in which the red-flaggers were defeated defeat-ed with losses. Now Bernardo Bravo swears he will avenge his men, and Alvarez has armed his Yaqul workmen. work-men. "He is a brave man, this Colonel Alvarez, and his Yaquis are all warriors war-riors from the hills; but Bernardo has gathered all the insurrectos in the country together Campos, Rojas, the brothers Escaboza and they may crush him with their numbers. But now there is other news that they are marching upon Fortuna and El Tigre, to seize the mines and mills and hold the rich American companies up for ransom. "No, senores, you must not return to your camp. Remain here, and you shall still have your room, though Spanish gentlemen sleep on the floors, No, allow me, Don Felipe! I wish to show you how highly I value your friendship! Only because we cannot disobey the rurales did I suffer you to lie in jail; but now you shall be my guest, you shall " "Nope," answered Bud: "we're safer out at the mine." He glanced at De Lancey, in whose mind rosy visions were beginning to gather, and he, too, declined with a sigh. "Make it a bed for the night," he said. "I've got to get out of this town before I tangle with Del Rey again and find myself back in jail. And now lead me to it I'm perishing for a bath and a sleep!" They retired early and got up early for Bud was haunted by fears. But as they passed through Old Fortuna the worst happened to him they met Gracia, mounted on a prancing horse and followed by fc- rural gr.ard. and sh. smote him to the heart with a smile. It was not a smile for Phil, gone astray and wounding by chance; it wa a dazzling, admiring smile for Bud alone, and he sat straighter in his saddle. But Phil uttered a groan and struck his horse with the quirt "She cut me!" he moaned. "Aw. forget it!" growled Bud, and they rode on their way in silence. CHAPTER XVI. At their camp by the Eagle Tail mine, even though they held it still and were heirs to half its gold, the rwo pardners were glum and sorrowful sorrow-ful The treacheries which Bud had forgiven in a moment of exaltation came back to him now as he brooded; and he eyed his friend askance, as if wondering what he would do next. He recalled all the circumstances of their quest the meeting with Kruger, Phil's insistence on the adventure, the oath of loyalty which tbey had sworn; and then the gradual breaking down of their brotherly devotion until now they were strangers at heart. Phil sat by himself, keeping his thoughts to himself, and he stood aloof while he waited for the worst to happen. hap-pen. From the first day of their undertaking under-taking Hooker had felt that it was unlucky, un-lucky, and now he knew that the end was coming. His friend was lost to him, lost alike to a sense of loyalty and honor; he gloomed by himself and thought only of Gracia Aragon. The oath which Phil himself had forced upon Bud was broken and forgotten; for-gotten; but Bud, by a sterner standard, felt bound to keep his part One thing alone could make him break it his word to Henry Kruger. The Eagle Tail mine he held In trust, and half of it was Kruger's. "Phil," he said at last when his mind was weary of the ceaseless grind of thoughts, "I believe that mineral agent is holding back our papers. I believe old Aragon has passed him a hundred or so and they're in cahoots to rob us. But I'll tell you what I'll do you give me a power of attorney to receive those papers for you, and I'll go in and talk Dutch to the whole outfit." "What do you want to do that for?" demanded De Lancey querulously. "Why can't you wait a while? Those papers have to go to Moctezuma and Hermosillo and all over the City of Mexico and back, and it takes time. What do you want to make trouble for?" "Well, I'll tell you, Phil," answered Bud honestly. "I've got a hunch if we don't grab them papers soon we won't get 'em at all. Here these rebels are working closer all the time, and Aragon Ara-gon is crowding us. I want to get title and turn it over to Kruger, before we lose out somewhere." "What's the matter with me going in and talking to the agent?" suggest ed Phil. Then, as he saw his pardner's pard-ner's face, he paused and laughed bitterly. bit-terly. "You don't trust me any more, do you. Bud?" he said. "Well, it ain't that so much," evaded Hooker; "but I sure don't trust that Manuel del Rey. The first time you go Into town he's going to pinch you, and I know it." "I'm going to go in all the same," declared De Lancey, "and if the little squirt tries to stop me " "Aw, Phil," entreated Bud, "be reasonable, rea-sonable, can't ye? You got no call to go up against that little feller. He's a bad actor, I can see that, and I believe he'd kill you if he got the chance. But wait a little while maybe he'll get took off in the fights this summer!" ."No, he's too cursed mean for that!" muttered De Lancey, but he seemed to take some comfort in the thought As for Bud, he loafed around for a while, cleaning up camp, making smoke for the absent Yaqqul, and looking look-ing over the deserted mine, but something some-thing in the changed atmosphere made him restless and uneasy. (TO BE CONTINUED.) |