Analy High School - Azalea Yearbook (Sebastopol, CA)

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foothills they rode on and on, the blooded horses they rode never tiring under them. Grimly they struck for the trail covering mile after mile by night fall. At eight o’clock they struck the old Indian trail when suddenly Joaquin’s horse stepped into a squirrel hole and snapped off the front foot at the fetlock. After a short council they decided, as soon as a likely place could be found, to cache the treasure. Proceeding slowly they came to a great boulder shaped after the fashion of a turtle. Dismounting they untied the saddle bags and threw them into the dust at their feet. With the impact of the heavy bags beneath the boulder a strange thing happened. Where a second before had been solid ground a dark hole appeared. With frightened curses the men van¬ ished, their gold with them. Down, down they fell until their bodies struck the rock beside the mouldy skeleton of the Indian. Again the trap door swung shut sealing the fate of lawbreakers for a second time. The sheriff’s posse found the horse that had broken its leg but the outlaws had disappeared. After searching for days the other two horses were found. The robbers had vanished as if by magic and after a week of weary searching the hunt was given up. Old Jim, as the white men called him, came the next spring on his yearly pilgrimage to Turtle Rock to see what the Gods had left him. Being the last of the medicine men, he knew the secrets of the place and entered a door guarded jealously by generations of medicine men at the bottom of the excavation constructed inside. To his great delight he saw two more skeletons where last year there had been only one. Also he saw two leather saddle bags appar¬ ently filled inside mingled with pieces of canvas which had once been money bags. For hours he gloated over the treasure, then going out he carefully closed the door behind him Jim being a wise Indian used only what little money he needed to buy provisions and tobacco. When he died the secret was buried with him for medicine men tell no tales.

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crushed and torn on the sharp rocks at the bottom. Slowly, steadily the heavy rock which formed the trap door swung back in place to obscure forever the fate of Snake Eye to the world. Wise medicine men; for such emergencies as these was the trap built. Though the tribe searched for days nothing was found of the missing Snake Eye. And medicine men tell no tales. Years passed. The Indians almost entirely disappeared and the white man came with his flocks and herds to settle the valley. Towns and cities sprang up in the great San Joaquin Valley below and all was hurry and activity where before there had been peace. Into one of these towns one day rode two dark visaged men, both splendidly mounted and heavily armed. Dismounting at the bank they walked in and quietly ordered the employees to hold up their hands. Frightened, they did as they were ordered to and while one of the high¬ waymen held them at bay the other entered the vaults and procured almost the total amount of the bank’s capital. As he came out bearing in his hands the sacks of money it was noticed that on his right hand there were but three fingers. At sight of this the cashier whispered shakily to his assistant who stood by him, “For God’s sake, don’t move, its Three Fingered Jack and Joaquin.” On hearing these words the white faces of the threatened men became more strained and anxious. Joaquin heard the cashier’s whisper, but could not distinguish the words. Shut up,” he said, “One more yelp and you’ll be in hell.” By this time Jack had reached the doors of the bank. Still cov¬ ering the helpless inmates, Joaquin backed out the door. As the doors swung shut the cashier jumped for his gun, but paid for his folly with his life, a shot from Joaquin’s six-gun entering his heart. During the next few seconds all stood paralyzed with fear. This intermission was all the bandits needed to place the gold in the saddle bags. Swiftly Jack mounted and leading the pack horses at a dead run made off. Joaquin waited for a few seconds to cover his companion’s retreat. Hearing shots the sheriff rushed into the street to see two horses departing at top speed and another standing by the bank, a man be¬ side it. Drawing his revolver he took hasty aim at the flying target down the street, but swayed drunkenly and crumpled in a heap at the sound of a gun from near the bank. The populace rushed into the street to learn the meaning of the shots, but were driven to cover by a volly of shots from Joaquin, who then departed in the wake of his partner. Straight into the 12

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% t (Srmth planner By ROSE CONDON, ’23 (Third Award) 3 0HNNY WHITTIER, a student of the University of California, entered the street car at College Avenue feeling out of sorts with the whole world. But this mood soon changed and the sun was shining for him again, when he spied just across from him the most charm- ing young lady he had ever seen. “Gee, those tiny feet! and the nifty little hat she has on. Sure must be some pippin! Say but she has the nicest eyes I ve seen in a coon’s age.” Such were the thoughts of Johnny as he watched the young lady. “Wonder where she gets off? Guess 111 stay on and see, then follow and find out where she lives.” The car stoped at Durant Avenue. Still she stayed on. the car stopped at Russel and still she didn’t get off. “Gee,” thought Johnny, I’ve been carried two blocks out of my way now, but I should worry! . The young lady looked out of the window most of the time so Johnny could see no more of those wonderful eyes. But at last she turned to speak to the conductor and “Oh, Boy! he again looked into the depths of those hazel eyes. But when he smiled at her she glanced past him as if he were a piece of furniture. Growing very impatient, Johnny pulled out his watch and yawned visibly, “Gee I’ll be late for dinner now, but I should worry. Wow! we’re just about three blocks from the place where the car turns and starts back so she must get off within a few minutes. The conductor on his rounds through the car looked at them curiously, but neither paid any attention to him. When they came to Twelfth street he entered the car again and called lustily behind his hand, as if he was trying to hide a smile, “Well here’s where we turn around. Exerybody out!” The young lady took her bag and alighted. Once on the street she looked helplessly about her as if she were lost, for they were in the very heart of Oakland. Johnny followed close at her heels wondering what was going to happen next. He began to think maybe he was following a wild goose chase; maybe she was just on a shopping tour after all. Such was life. He was always chasing rainbows anyway. But as she seemed at a loss where to go next he stepped up to her, smiling very broadly, he tipped his hat saying, “May 1 be of any assist- 14