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You will have to get money to work the mine, you will need funds. You shall share half with them. They will take the risk, raise the money, and protect you." "I see," said Concho, nodding his head and winking his eyes rapidly. "Bueno!" "I will return in ten minutes," said the Doctor, taking his hat. He was as good as his word.
As the white dot took on a familiar outline and the eastern wall of the cañon of the Concho showed sharply against the sky, he saw a horseman, strangely doubled up in the saddle, riding across the mesa toward the ranch-house. Evidently he also was going to the Concho. Possibly it was Bud, or Hi Wingle, or Lone Johnny. Following an interval of attending strictly to the trail he raised his eyes.
"By claiming its discovery under the mining laws, or by pre-emption?" "They shall not." "But how will you, single-handed, fight the four; for I doubt not your scientific friend has a hand in it?" "I will fight." "Yes, my Concho, but suppose I take the fight off your hands. Now, here's a proposition: I will get half a dozen Americanos to go in with you.
"The Señor in love, really in love!" and she laughed quietly to herself, while she took a pinch of tobacco and a leaf of brown paper from the pocket of her apron and began rolling a cigarette. "Bah!" said Concho, accompanying the exclamation with a shrug of the shoulders. "You women are always imagining things which do not exist. Have we not often seen the Señor like this before?
That is, if she is clever," she added. "But have we not all heard how clever and beautiful the Americana Señoritas are?" "Aye, there is nothing to compare with them in the whole land, with the exception of the Chiquita, of course," replied Concho. "Exactly; just what I have been saying, Concho mio," Anita went on, surveying her spouse with a look of pitying superiority.
But he was hungry, and Flores's wife was preparing supper. Despite Boca's pretty mouth and fine dark eyes, which invited to conversation, Pete felt very much alone very much of a stranger in this out-of-the-way household. He thought of his chum Andy White, and of Ma Bailey and Jim, and the boys of the Concho. He wondered what they were doing if they were talking about him and Gary.
"About that fella called Steve Gary that The Spider bumped off in that gamblin'-joint?" "Yes." "Well, if that's right and the papers ain't got things twisted, like when they said The Spider was my father why, if it was Steve Gary I kin go back to the Concho and kind o' start over ag'in." "I don't understand." "'Course you don't! You see, me and Gary mixed onct and "
He lay on the cot and his eyes closed as he reviewed the vivid events in his life, from the beginning of the trail, at Concho, to its end, here in El Paso.
Under the benign influences of Concho that suspicion with which the ignorant regard strangers died away, and the whole party escorted the stranger who had given his name as Mr. Joseph Wiles to their camp-fire. So anxious were they to begin their experiments that even the instincts of hospitality were forgotten, and it was not until Mr.
Ammon M. Tenney, a scout of Mormondom second only to Jacob Hamblin, in 1877 at Kanab received from President Brigham Young instructions to go into Arizona and select places for colonization. He visited many points in western New Mexico and eastern Arizona, but his recommendation was confined to St. Johns, Concho, sixteen miles west of St. Johns, The Meadows, eight miles northwest, and Woodruff.
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