The Lancaster Herald. (Lancaster, Tex.), Vol. 37, No. 1, Ed. 1 Friday, January 26, 1923 Page: 3 of 8
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THE LANCASTER HERALD
"Lemme that glass,** suddenly Sft/d
Jim Lash. “I’m seein’ red, I tell you.
. . . Well, pore as my eyes are they
had It right. Rojas an’ his outfit have
left the trail. Laddy, 1’il be danged
If the Greaser bunch hasn’t vamoosed.
Gone out of sight! Right there not a
half mile away, the whole caboodle—
gone.!"
“Shore they’re behind a crust or
have gone down into a rut,” suggested
Ladd. “They’ll show again In a min-
ute. Look sharp, boys, for I’m fig-
gerin’ Rojas ’ll spread his men.”
From time to time the rangers
looked inquiringly at Gale. The field
glass, however, like the nakgd sight,
could not catch the slightest moving
object out there upon the lava. A
long hour of slow, mounting suspense
wore on.
“Shore It’s all goto’ to be as queer
as the Yaqul,” said Ladd.
Indeed, the strange mien,' the silent
action, the somber character of the
Indian had not been without effect
upon the minds of the men. Then the
weird, desolate, tragic scene added to
the vague sense of mystery. And now
the disappearance of Rojas’ band, the
long wait in the silence, the boding
certainty of invisible foes crawling,
circling closer and closer, lent to the
situation a final touch that made it
unreal. -
"I’m reckonin’ there's a fnlnd be-
hind them Greasers.” replied Jim. "Or
mebbe we ain’t done Rojas. credit.
. . . If somethin’ would only come
off!” -
That Lash, the coolest, the most
provoklngly nonchalant of men In
times of peril, should begin to show
a nervous strain was all the more in-
dicative of a subtle pervading un-
reality.
“Boys, look sharp!” suddenly called
Lash. “Low down to the left—mebbe
three hundred yards. See, along by
them seams of lava—behind the cho-
yas. First off I thought It was a
sheep. But it’s the Yaqul!
Crawlin’ swift as a lizard! Can’t yen
see him?”
It was a full moment before Jim's
companions could locate the Indtaa.
Flat as a snake, Yaqui wound htro--
self along with Incredible rapidity.
■E^Evei\ii\g
Fairytale
<jy/-WZY GRAHAM BOWER
H XL—Continued.
ed off into one of the
fp&reen the tumbled
At the apex of the
vo streams met, a nar-
id and ascended. Yaqui
1^.. and then began the
i and keatatlous and
conr«tMHT rr wnuw wtwtfu vnkm.
BILLIE BROWNIE’S CALLS
“I must make some calls today,” said
Billie Brownie as he brushed off his
best brown suit,
i1.1 which he saved
for calling, and
rface of a lava
^iroughest, the
and looked till he hurt his eyes. Then
be took his glass out of Its case on
Sol’s saddle.
There appeared to be nothing upon
Java but the innumerable dots of
choya shining In the sun. Gale swept
his glass slowly forward and back.
Then into a nearer field of vision crept
a long wbite-and-black line of horses
and men. Without a word be handed
the glass to Ladd. The ranger used
it, muttering to himself.
"They’re on the lava fifteen miles
down in an air line,” he said, present-
ly.- “Jim, shore they’re twice that ajs’
more accordin’ to the trail.”
Jim had his look and replied: "I
. reckon we’re a day au’ a night In the
lead.”
“Is It Rojas?” burst out Thorne
with set Jaw.
“Yes, Thorne. It’s Rojas and s
dozen or more.” replied Gale, and he
looked up at Mercedes.
She was transformed. She might
have been a medieval princess em-
bodying all the Spanish power and
passion of that time, breathing re-
venge, hate, unquenchable spirit of
fire.* If her beauty had been wonder-
ful in her helpless and appealing mo-
menta, now, when she looked back
white-faced and flame-eyed. It was
transcendent
Shallow, others deep, and all red as
.fire, Yaqui circled close to abysses
which yawned sheer from a level sur-
face, and he appeared always to be
turning upon his course to avoid them.
.The plateau had now a considerable
dip to the west. Gale marked the
slow heave and ripple of the ocean
of lava to the south, where high,
rounded peaks marked the center of
this volcanic region. The uneven na-
ture of the slope westward prevented
any extended view, until suddenly the
fugitives emerged from a rugged
break to come upon a sublime and
awe-inspiring spectacle.
They were upon a high point of the
western slope of the plateau. It was
strange to Gale, and perhaps to the
others, to see their guide lead Diablo
into a smooth and well-worn trail
along the rim of the awful crater.
Gale looked down into that red chasm.
It resembled an Inferno. The dark
cliffs upon the opposite side were
veiled In blue haze that seemed like
smoke. Here Yaqul was at home. He
moved and looked about him as a man
coming at last into his own. Gale
saw him stop and gaze out over that
red-ribbed void to the Gulf.
Gale divined that somewhere al.ong
this crater of hell the Yaqui would
make his final stand; and one look
into his strange. Inscrutable eyes
made imagination picture a fitting
doom for the pursuing Rojas.
si-sa r&Jtz
to end fro In little steps
■re along the many twists
op abd down the unavoid-
i^ «*nd and round the
MJft, po wftidlpK back open
*ir ibeir coarse, they ap-
ve come only- & short dts?
“Did Not Mind gone to steep
the Winter,” the winter If
. they had not been
In the zoo, but that In the zoo they
were fed regularly.
They told him that when they were
free they ate a great deal In the fall
and so could go without eating for
a while.
And the zoo was warm* too, vrWfl^-
made a difference, for then they dk|.
not have to look for a warm place as
they did when they were free.
And the warmest thing to do In the
wintertime when free was to sleep.
That was what a good many of the
animals had said. 1
The prairie dogs told him that they
slept In the wintertime whether they
were in the zoo or not and that they ,
dug holes and went down to sleep i&
them as soon as the cold weather came
along.
Then, after BDlie Brownie had
visited the zoo" animals he went to call
on many of the fur-coated animals.
He talked to those who did qjjsitfiMtttf
the winter, such as the rabblflii
muskrats and the squirrels^
They told of so many thtPg*.|li||fl :
and they seemed surprised he b(MM t
noticed all their little
for they weren’t trying to jfUmMhtitn.
they told him. ‘ •
Then Billie Brownie
little birds who were dnflfiHJ
visit Miss Springtime.
“We’ve going further NdH(Sf the*’
told him.
He had a word with the quiet Rusty
Qrackle bird family and with t «
Robins he had a long talk,
The Song Sparrows wmW
way to prepare for the sprtjfaflllpH1 ad
so were the Blackbirds ani((|SH^W'
birds and the Meadow Larks.
“We birds,” said Mrs RoWge *f|j:
our wings when we're recetSiMm^Hj
from the Mr. Robins just
"So many hlrds wave
their wings Just as people
up and down for Joy or been a— ja
“Mr. Rooster flaps bis witfjpjflH^
he begins to crow as though MMbHi
to let everybody know that
lng to do something quite important.
"Oh, yes, we birds haVe
and our signs and our wings
pression Just as people’s faces||flj^H
show expression. f ^
"But Billie Brownie,”
Robin, "you are calling almost |jKBg||H
seasons, uren’t you?”
“It’s not winter and yet
spring.”
"Yes,” said Billie Brownie, "•mgr
Uke to watch Old Man v«
over the next season to Miss
time.”
“I like to watch them do it.
times they take a long time aMflH'd
and they do act J
so amusingly. I ' r wewWj
“Old Man Win-
ter will say to “ *
Springtime: 1
“ ‘Oh, do take
this season. I’m 1
quite through. I Sre 1 f
really mufet be go- f
ing.’ < V,
“And Miss , I
Springtime will UaMpI
•ay y JHl J
“ ‘Oh, no, Old \ j
Man Winter. I’m \rA J
sure I’m in no ^
hurry at all. Do J|
take your time.
Don’t let me hurry
you.’ "On Their
‘That Is the
way they ofteij act Sometin: WBStk
usually the way they ^do." VHH
Billie Brownie as he smiled. «|
Brownie out of her eye and tl)dp
him a knowing wink, fry,
“I understand, Billie Brownlg Yofl
and 1 understand.” X
Thee, on the moment, Yaqui raised his
hadd. not clenched or doubled tight,
but curled rigid Uke an eagle’s claw;
and he shook It in a strange, slow ges-
ture which was menacing and terrible
15 It was the woman that called to the
depths of these men. And their pas-
What # fight that must bet Rojas
was traveling light and fast. He was
gaining. He had bought bis men with
gold, with extravagant promises, per
haps with offers of the body and blood
of an aristocrat hateful to their kind.
Lastly, there was the wild, desolate
environment, a tortured wilderness of
jagged lava and poisoned choya. a
lonely, fierce and repellent world, a
red stage moat somberly and fittingly
colored for a supreme struggle- be-
“Shore it all beats me," exclaimed ing wrath. But as best he <
Ladd. “What a placb to hole-up in! pdt the pending action out of
We could have bid here for a long It came over him all of a
time.. Beldin’ was shore right about that he had not grasped the
the Indian. An’ I can see Rojas' dous nature of this desert
finish somewhere up along that awful There was the measureless n
hell-hole.” Its lower ridges finally sink
Camp was made on a level spot, white sand dunes toward the 1
Yaqul took the horses to water, and The cold, sparkling light, tli
then turned them loose in the arroyo. sun, the deep azure of sky, th<
It was a tired and somber group that of boundless expanse all aro
sat down to eat. Mercedes was calm, —these meant high altitude,
but her great dark eyes burned tn her ward the barren red simply
white face. Yaqul watched her. The Into distance. The field of
others looked at her with unspoken rose In high, dark wheels tov
pride. Presently Thome wrapped her dominating peaks. When Gs
in his blankets, and she seemed to fall drew his gaze from the magn
asleep at once. these spaces and heights th
Little of Yaqul’s purpose or plan beneath him seemed dwarf*
could be elicited from him. The while he gazed it spread ai
rangers and Thorne, however, talked ened and multiplied Its ragg<
in low tones. It was absolutely Im- No, he could not grasp the
possible^ for Rojas and his men to of size or distance here. Th
reach the waterhole before noon of too much to stun the sight,
the next day. And long before that mood in which nataure had
time the fugitives would have decided this convulsed world’seized h
on a plan of defense. him.
"Wbat stuns me is that Rojns stuck The hours passed. As
to our trail,” said Thorne, his lined climbed the clear sky, steely Hj
and haggard face expressive of dark islied. the blue hazes deepei
passion. “He has followed us Into slowly the ^listening surfaces
this fearful desert. He’ll lose men. turned redder. ’Ladd was c<
horses, perhaps his life. He’s only a to discover that Yaqul was
bandit, and he stands to win no gold. from his outlook upon the hif
All far a poor little helpless woman— Jim Lash came out of the sha
just a woman! I can’t understand it.” lee, and stood up to buckle on
“Shore—just a woman,” replied fridge belt. His narrow, grn;
Ladd, solemnly nodding his head, slowly roved from the height
Then there was a long silence, dur- down along the slope, paused 1
Ing which the men gazed into the fire. Hnd then swept on 'to resui
Those were cold, hard, grim faces whole vast eastern dip of the
upon which the light flickered. ”1 reckon my eyes are pore,”
“Sleep,” said Yaqui. . “Mebbe it’s this d—n red &lar
Thorne rolled in his blanket' close way, what’s them creepin’ s
beside Mercedes. Then one by one there?”
the rangers stretched out, feet to the “Shore I seen them. 5
fire. Gale found that he could not sheep.” replied Ladd,
sleep. His eyes were weary, but they “Guess again, Laddy.
would not stay shut; his body ached reckon you’d better flash the
for, rest, yet he could not lie still, the slope.”
The Yaqui sat Uke an image carved Gale adjusted the field glass
out of lava. The others lav prone and g»n to search the lava, beginni
quiet. Would another night see any at hand and working away fr
of them lie that way, quiet forever? Presently the glass‘became st)
Gale sat up after a while and again 8ee half a d<fcep small
watched the fire. Nell’s sweet face brown in color. They look Ilk
floated like a wraith in the pale Rut I couldn’t distinguish ri
smoke glowed and flushed anil sheep from antelope.”
smiled in the embers. Other faces “Shore they're bighorn.” sair
shone there his sisters that of his “[ reekon if you’ll pull arour
mother. GaTe^ shook off the tender east an’ search under that I*
memories. This desolate wilderness of lava there_you'll see wha
with its forbidding silence and Its a{pied j|n,
dark promise of hell on the morrow— Th(? 0.,^ r!lmbe<! and dre
this was not the place to unnerve one Vered an Instant, then fixed
self with tlxoughts of love and home. ng H ro,.|. There was a hr
Toward dawn Gale managed to get silence,
some Sleep. Then the morning broke 7 “Fourteen horsesv— two p
with the sun hidden back of the uplift some mounted—others withou
of the plateau. The horses trooped and lame,” said Gale, slowly,
up the arroyo and snorted for water. Yaqul appeared far up ti
After a hurried breakfast the packs coming swiftly. Presently he
were hidden In holes in the lava. The rangers and halted to wave fc
saddles were left where they were, and point Then he vanished i
and the horscj allowed to graze ana | leva had opened beneath him.
Yaqui looked beck no more. Mer-
cedes looked back no mere. Bat Hie
ether looked, end the time came when
Gale eew the creeping line of pur-
suers with naked eyes.
A level line above marked the rim
of the plateau. Sand began to show
in the little lava pita. On and upward
tolled the cavalcade, still very slowly
advancing. At last Yaqul reached the
rim. He stood with bis hand on
Blanco Diablo; and both were silhou-
etted against the Ay. That was the
outlook for a Yaqul. And his great
Hs’s Raisin' Hia Rifle Slow.
How Slow He lei"
His advance was all the more remark-
able for the fact that be appeared t«
pass directly under the dreaded cho
yas. Sometimes he paused to lift his
head and look.
“Shore he’s headin’ for that high
placfe,” said Ladd. “He’s going slow
now. There, he’s stopped behind some
clioyas. He’s gettin' up—no, be’i
kneelin’. . . . New what the h—1!”
“Laddy, take a peek at the §lde ot
that lava ridge,” sharply called Jim.
“I guess mebbe somethin’ ain’t cornin’
off. See! There’s Rojas an’ his outfit
climbin’. Don’t make out no bosses
. Dick, use your glass an’ tell
us what’s doin’. I’ll watch Yaqui an’
tell you what his move means.”
Clearly and distinctly, almost as If
he could have touched them. Gale had
Rojas and his followers In sight. They
were toiling up the rough lava on
foot.
“They’re almost up now," Gale was
saving. “There! They halt on top.
I see Rojas. He looks wild. By -!<
fellows, an Indian! It’s a Papago.
Beldlng’s old herder! . , . The In-
dian points—this way—then down.
He’s showing Rojas the lay of the
trail."
“Boys, Yaqul’s 1n range of that
bunch,” said Jim. swiftly. “He’s
raisin’ his rifle slow—Lord, how slow
he is! . . He’s covered someone.
Which one I can’t say. But I think
he’ll pick Rojas."
“Th*» Yaqul can shoot. He’ll pick
Itojas.” added Gale, grimly.
“Rojas—yes—yes !” cried Thorne, In
passion of suspense.
“Not on your life!” Ladd's voice
cut In with scorn. “Gentlemen, yo»
can gamble Ynqul’ll kill the Pnpngot
That traitor Indian knows these sheep
ha nuts. lie's tellln’ Rojas—”
A sharp rifle shot rang out.
‘ Laddy’s right,” called Gale, Tbs
Papago's hit—his arm falls. Therq
he tumbles.” _ *
(TO BK COVTtNUKD.X
ri on, and Gale often glanced
jig task to watch the Indian.
Jmhim stop, turn, and
| Ladd did likewise, and
(ltd Thorne. Gale found the
rSstzrible. Thereafter, he
ted Blanco Sol, and VRked
while. He had his ftetd-
dld not choose to use it.
Will follow,” said Mercedes,
garded her In amaze. The
in voice had been indefinable,
vere'fear then he failed to
She was gazing back down
fi slope, and“SomethIng about
tps the steady, falcon gaze
gnlficent eyks, reminded him
meg during the ensuing hour
o faced about, and always
gr» did likewise. It was high
It the sun beating hot and
radiating heat, when Yaqul
a rest. The horses bunched
fidthefr heads. The rangers
pt tn slip the packs and re-
WmMfcm Yaqul restrained
iess. gleaming gaze
; but did not seem
That Was the Outlook for a Yaqul.
horse, dazzlingly white in the sun-
light, with head wildly and proudly
erect, mane and tail flying in the
wind, made a magnificent picture, The
others toiled on and upward, and at
last Gale led Blanco Sol over the rirn.
Then all looked down the red s»lope.
But shadows were gathering there
and no movlnj line could he seen.
Yaqui mounted and wheeled Diablo
away. The others followed. The
Yaqni led them into a zon$ of craters.
The top of the earth seemed to have
been blown out in holes from a few
Ottered his strange
>4Me considered involun-
slgnificant of some tribal
Kkg. Yaqui pointed down
ipe, pointing with finger
wf neck and head—his
seemed to have been ani-
Ye Golden Ball Inn.
Willie—Mum, do men lupgi
show the same as wlmmen A
Teacher—What a qtMStJtfS|
that I know of, child. Wiff
ask?
Willie—Well, papa asked
this noon where th # ticket
Sunday suit was aL
Artesian Well Seven Centuries Old.
The oldest artesian well In Europe
Is found at Llllers, Frances From tta
mouth water has flowed uninterrupted
ly for more than 750 years.
Both Out of Order.
Said Grandma Riddle as she
her glasses: "Land sakee alive
you tell me why a equalling t
church is like a good resolution
both should be carried out. of «
1860 Belle Paid «1 for Hat.
A fashionable woman of 1000 would
not par more than $1 for • fine straw
bet
rods In width to large craters, some
a
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Tufts, Minnie Wetmore. The Lancaster Herald. (Lancaster, Tex.), Vol. 37, No. 1, Ed. 1 Friday, January 26, 1923, newspaper, January 26, 1923; Lancaster, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth543576/m1/3/?q=yaqui: accessed April 18, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Lancaster Genealogical Society.