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THE SCHOOLMA'AM OF COYOTE COUNTY.
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then he kicked it far ahead of him into the night.
One day, Buckley was making an inspection of the mine, when he came upon Pedro, the greaser, loafing at some task assigned him, and using his employer's time in the rolling of a cigarette. "I've warned you before about this loafing on duty — you're discharged !" said Buckley.
"But the day — it is too fine to work," drawled the Mexican.
"Get off the place, you lazy loafer," said Buckley, taking a step toward him.
Lazy as he was, Pedro was quick. He was also hot-tempered and vindictive. With pantherine quickness, Pedro made a spring at Buckley and they clinched. A brief struggle ensued, but the Mexican was no match for his adversary. Buckley soon landed a neat blow that sent Pedro heavily to the ground.
"Now get away from here and stay away," commanded the foreman.
Just then Big Ben appeared with an inquiry about some work, and Buckley
turned to talk to him just as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile Pedro had picked himself up, together with his sombrero, and flicking off the dust with a handkerchief, which he had also picked up, he slouched away, with an evil glance behind him.
The Chinaman, coming along at that time with a basket of clothes, had watched the downfall of the greaser, and gurgled tersely, "gleaser no good."
That afternoon Buckley left the camp and trudged up the path over the hill. Further on, a second pedestrian was plodding along in the opposite direction. The second was the paymaster, with a small grip in his hand, coming to pay off the miners. Under the shelter of a huge tree he stopped to catch his breath. And the next thing he knew he was prostrate on the ground, with a large cut in his head. A short, thick limb of a tree that lay nearby explained the method of the attack, and his now empty grip showed the motive. As he was about to rise he discovered a handkerchief. He
BUCKLEY THREW PEDRO HEAVILY TO THE GROUND.