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When twelve-year-old Jacumba drove his "You knew where there was gold— but you
sheep home one night, he found his crippled never took it?" Jacumba asked wonderhgly.
grandfather, Seri, waiting for him at the "Why, Grandfather?"
village outskirts. The flock was so small that Grandfather Seri moved his shriveled leg,
one could count it at a glance. and smiled a little.
""You have lost a lamb today," the old "I was crippled-and left for dead-the
maa remarked. "Do not tell your mother. night the Cocopahs attacked," he replied.
Site has enough to wor.ry her—with the "Traveling has been too painful, and the
dfpgght spoiling our corn crop!" hidden gold mine of the Frailes is far from
Jacumba squatted on his bare heels be- here. It was poor Fray Tomas who told me
sids Seri, and frowned at the little group, of the secret, as he lay dying beside me in the
woo Hies. patio."
"A pkhu-cuate— a coral snake— bit the For a few minutes the old man was silent,
lamb on the nose," he said- "It died very re|!iving* in memory that dreadful night of
quickly. Last week we lost one of our ewes long ago. Then he roused, and pointed with
the same way! At this rate we shall soon have the twig to the lines he had drawn in the
no sheep at all— no wool to sell— no food to dust.
eat! What shall we do, Grandfather?" "Here was the Mission Dome," he ex-
Grandfather Seri picked up a greasewood plained. "And here was the Nave and
, . .

twig and drew lines in the dust. here the Sacristy. And there was the court-
"The'time has come, Jacumba," he said, yard, with its three gates. Fray Tomas told
"for you to search for the lost gold of the me: 'When the morning sun shines through
Santo Clara Mission. You are old enough the East Gate, the hidden gold mine
is just
now— and our need is great. And the gold below the sun*, on the western wall of the
is there—for
still am the only living man-
I third canyon. ... The entrance is from '

who knows its hiding place. have known it I a ledge, ten times a man's height from the
was attacked and the Frailes
since the Mission bottom!' I think he was going to tell me
—the Brothers— were killed by Cbcopah war- what to do with the gold-when suddenly he
riors, forty long years ago!" died!"
 But there was no sign of a mine entrance!
In bitter anger, Jacumba pulled up one of
the dwarfed bushes, to throw si away, wiih
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all his great hopes.

The bush did not leave his hands. For,
tangled in its roots, was a lump of something

that gleamed dull yellow— the yellow of gold!

Jacumba began to dig with his hands. An
hour later, he came to solid wooden timbers,
blocking a tunnel. He hacked at them with
his knife. By the time he had made a hole
that he could crawl through, the nearly level
rays of the sun shone into it. They showed
a pile of broken rock that gave off metallic

"Oh-ooo!" exclaimed Jacumba. "The glints— the gold ore of the Frailes!
Ihave to do is to look through the Eastern Two days later, Grandfather Seri saw o
Gate at sunrise—" small, weary figure stumbling toward him
"No!" the old man interrupted sharply, and the tiny flock of sheep. Jacumba's blanket
"it will not be so easy! The mission of Santa was slung over his shoulder, like a sack. It

Clara is in ruins now. The walls of the court- seemed very heavy.
yard may be fallen down and covered with On reaching his grandfather, he dropped
sand. You may even have trouble finding it, letting the chunks of nearly pure gold be
where the gate used to be! But that is YOUR seen. Their gleam was. dull, compared with
problem, Jacumba. If you fail, we may all the shine- of pride in the old man's eyes.
starye to death before long." "The wealth of the Frailes!" he exclaimed
Next day, near sundown, when Jacumba softly. "What will you do with it, my son?"
reached the old mission, its state of ruin was "I will buy two fine blankets for you,
worse than he had dreamed. Onjy the dome Grandfather," replied Jacumba. "And many
with its weathered Cross remained standing. things for my mother. And enough" sheep so
By studying ridges in the desert sand, he that we shall never be in want. But I will
finally located the gap in the crumpled wall .
not go back to *he Mine of the Frailes! As I

where the Eastern Gate had once been. He left there, two mornings ago, something whis-
marked it with stems of greasewood, before pered to my heart:There is a curse on all
he rolled up in his ragged blanket for the wealth that is more than one really needs!'"
night
Thirst waked him, just as the morning sun's
rim rose over the purple canyons and ridges.

As he sipped from his water bottle, it kept

rising— until it shone through the place where

the Eastern Gate had once stood. With des-

ert-trained eye, Jacumba picked his land-
marks. ...
It was late in the day when the boy stood
on the third canyon's western rim. There was
no ledge below him— only a jutting rock thai
made a narrow roothold for a few small
bushes. Torn between hope and disappoint-
ment, he climbed down to it.
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ENRAGED, THE SHAGGY MARAUDER ATTACKS

,THE CANOE— WITH A BLOW THAT SMASHES "

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 Cattle Rustleigy

Many cattle ranches still exceed 100,000

no longer a crime punish-
Cattle rustling is
able by hanging, and no longer do hard-
riding, hard-eyed rustlers move whole herds
in a single night- Modern cattle thieves have
altered their methods to cope with the effi-
ciency of a motorized law.
Stolen stock is transported by truck, some-
times hundreds of miles in a night, leaving
acres, which makes it possible for rustlers
to gather and load cattle by day with utile
chance of being caught. Saddle horses are
often used by "look-out" men and in loading
the stolen stock.
The old nick of changing brands with a
running iron, and selling stolen cattle through
legal channels, is still practiced. But worked-
over brands seldom get by present-day meth-
ods of detection.
Many rustlers- today are petty thieves who

steal a single cow and her calf at a time. The

no hoof signs for a trailing posse. Modern
rustlers seldom take more than a truckload
from a single herd, but more rustling is going
on in the Cattle Country today" man ever
before. .
Stolen cattle are often trucked to a hide-
out,where they are butchered and the illegal
meat is sold to unscrupulous buyers.
petty rustler will drive through cattle ranges
until he manages to rope and tie a calf. Know-
ing the cow will stay by her calf, he returns
under cover of night to butcher both on the
spot.
The Cow Country roughly estimates an
annual loss of one million dollars to cattle
rustlers.
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