enough in it for 'em."

Johnson, having drunk the pop, departed for the official residence. It
took some time and a good deal of diplomacy to get an audience with the
military chief, but it was accomplished at last. D'Anguerra was a youngish
man, tall, thin and sallow. He spoke very little English, but his
secretary spoke it very well and acted as interpreter, Tom's Spanish being
several degrees worse than the Colonel's English. The conversation in two
tongues proceeded through the secretary with dispatch and accuracy.

"I understand that you are from an American mining company located at
Athens?" the Colonel began.

"I am," replied Tom, a little awed by the other's dignity and the
threefold nature of the dialogue.

"You have been raided by bandits, eh?"

"Well, I suppose you'd call it that. Juan Pachuca helped himself to what
he wanted and shot two of our boys."

"Killed them?"

"No, they ain't killed, but one of 'em's likely to lose a leg. He knifed
one, but the knife was dull and he ain't hurt much. But that ain't what I
come over here about." And Tom went on with Li Yow's story of the Casa
Grande raid, the arrival of Scott, Hard and Polly, and the fire. "I dunno
and he dunno who done the burnin' or what else has happened over there,
but he says they heard Pachuca say somethin' about meeting Angel Gonzales,
and I guess you know who he is. I thought mebbe you could let me have a
car and a posse and I could go over and see what's been done."

The Colonel and his secretary conversed together for a few moments, Tom
listening anxiously but quite unable to get the thread of the talk.

"You see, Colonel," he continued, anxiously, "I dunno if this little
revolution of yours is going to turn out the real thing or not; but
there's one thing you can be darn sure of if it does, and that is that one
of the first letters your new president's going to get in his official
mail is going to be a bill of damages from Washington and whatever's
happened to our folks is going to be wrote down in it."

Colonel d'Anguerra smiled patiently. "I will tell you, senor, what I know
about the affair at Casa Grande. According to this dispatch, a regiment of
Sonora troops passed by the ranch on their way south. They saw flames and
heard shots. A band of Yaquis who had been driven from their village by
one Angel Gonzales were burning and looting. The troops' orders were for
haste and they did not stop to find out the extent of the damage bu