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But the writing, the writing! persisted Billie. Tia Luz, you are a gold mine yourself of stories, but this one you never told, and I am crazy about it! You never forget anything, and the writing you could not,so we know you have the very words of that writing!
Yes, that is true too, for the words were not so many, and where some words had been the wild things had eaten holes. The words said that from the mine of El Alisal the mission of Soledad could be seen. And from the door of Soledad it was one look, one only, to the blue cañoncita where the alisal tree was growing, and water from the gold of the rose washed the roots of that tree.
Good God! muttered Rhodes staring at the old lady who sat nodding her head in emphasis until her jet and gold earrings were all a-twinkle. It was as easy as that,yet no one found it?
But señor,and it was plain to be seen that Doña Luz was enjoying herself hugely as the center of all attention, the two padres who made that writing met their death at that placeand it was said the barbaros at last killed also the grandfather of Dario, anyway he did die, and the women were afraid to tell even a new padre of that buried writing for the cause that it must have been accursed when it killed all people. That is how it was, and that mission was forsaken after that time. A Spaniard came up from Sinaloa and hunted gold and built Soledad hacienda where that mission had been in that old time, but no one ever found any more of gold than the chickens always are picking, a little here, a little there with a gravel in the craw. No señor, only once the red goldred as flamewent out of Altar on a mule to the viceroy in Mexico, and the padres never lived to send any more, or see their brothers again. The men who dug that gold dug also their grave. Death goes with it.
Ugh! and Billie shivered slightly, and looked at Rhodes, dont you go digging it!
His eyes met hers across the table. It was only for an instant, and then Billie got very busy with her coffee which she had forgotten.
Oh, Id travel with a mascot to ward off evil, he said. Would you give me a bead from your string?
She nodded her head, but did not speak. No one noticed them, for Cap Pike was telling of the old native superstition that the man who first found an ore bed found no good luck for himself, though the next man might make a fortune from it.
Why, he continued in evidence, an Indian who finds even a vein of special clay for pottery doesnt blaze a trail to it for anyone else. He uses it if he wants it, because his own special guardian god uncovered it for him, but if it is meant for any other man, that other mans god will lead him to it when the time comes. That is how they reason it out for all the things covered by old Mother Earth. And I reckon the redder the gold the more secret the old barbaros would be about it, for gold is their sun-god medicine, or symbol, or something.
With white priests scattered through Sonora for two centuries one would suppose those old superstitions would be pretty well eradicated, remarked Singleton.
Doña Luz glanced at him as at a child who must be let have his own ideas so long as they were harmless, but Pike laughed.
Lord love you, Singleton, nothing eradicates superstition from the Indian mind, or any other mind! All the creeds of the earth are built on it, and a lot of the white ones are still alive and going strong! And as for priests, why man, the Indian priests are bred of those tribes, and were here before the white men came from Spain. Its just about like this: If Me und Gott and the U-boats took a notion to come over and put a ball and chain on all of so-called free America, there might be some pacifist mongrels pretend to like it, and just dote on putting gilt on the chain, and kow-towing to that blood-puddin gang who are raising hell in Belgium. But would the thoroughbreds like it? Not on your life! Well, dont you forget there were a lot of thoroughbreds in the Indian clans even if some of their slaves did breed mongrels! And dont forget that the ships from overseas are dumping more scrub stock on the eastern shores right now than youll find in any Indian rancheria either here in Pima or over in Sonora. The American isnt to blame for all the seventeen dozen creeds they bring over,whether political or religious, and I reckon thats about the way the heads of the red clans feel. They are more polite than we are about it, but dont you think for a moment that the European invasion ever changed religion for the Indian thoroughbred. No sir! He is still close to the earth and the stars, and if he thinks they talk to himwell, they just talk to him, and what they tell him isnt for you or me to hear,or to sit in judgment on either, if it comes to that! We are the outsiders.
Now, Cap, said Billie, Im going to take it away. Its too near your elbow, and you have had a double dose for every single one youve been handing out! You can take a rest until the others catch up. Tia Luz, give him a cup of coffee good and strong to help get his politics and religion straightened out.
Pike laughed heartily with the rest of them, and took the coffee.
All right, dear little Buttercup. Any medicine you hand out is good to me. But say, that dope about hidden ores may not be all Indian at that, for I recollect that mountaineers of Tennessee had the same hunch about coal veins, and an old lead vein where one family went for their ammunition. They could use it and they did, but were mighty sure theyd all be hoodooed if they uncovered it for anyone else, so I reckon that primitive dope does go pretty far back. Ill bet it was old when Tubal Cain first began scratching around the outcroppings by his lonesomes.
Conrad sauntered along the corridor and seated himself, flicking idly some leather thongs he had cut out from a green hide with a curved sheath knife rather fine and foreign looking. Singleton called him to come in and have coffee, but he would not enter, pleading his evil-smelling pipe as a reason.
It cant beat mine for a downright bachelor equipment, affirmed Pike, but Ive scandalized this outfit enough, or thereabout, and that venison has killed all our appetites until breakfast, so why hang around where ungrateful children swat a mans dearest hobbies?
If you think youll get rid of me that way you had better think again, said Billie. I dont mind your old smokes, or any other of your evil ways, so long as you and Tia Luz tell us more bewitched mine stories. Say, Cap, wouldnt it be great if that old sheepskin was found again, and wed all outfit for a Sonora pasear, and
We would not! decided the old man patting her hair. You, my lady, will take a pasear to some highbrow finishing school beyond the ranges, and Ill hit the trail for Yuma in a day or two, but at the present moment you can wind up the music box and start it warbling. That supper sure was so perfect nothing but music will do for a finish!
The men drifted out in the corridor and settled into the built-in seats of the plazita, though Rhodes remained standing in the portal facing inward to the patio where the girls shimmering white dress fluttered in the moonlight beside the shadowy bulk of Tia Luz.
He lit a cigarette and listened for the music box Pike had suggested, but instead he heard guitar strings, and the little ripple of introduction to the old Spanish serenade Vengo a tu ventana, I come to your window.
He turned and glanced towards the men who were discussing horse shipments, and possibilities of the Prussian sea raiders sinking transports on the way to France, but decided his part of that discussion could wait until morning.