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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Haunted Mine + +Author: Harry Castlemon + +Release Date: October 26, 2011 [EBook #37857] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE HAUNTED MINE *** + + + + +Produced by Melissa McDaniel and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class="tnbox"> +<p>Transcriber's Note:</p> +<p>Inconsistent hyphenation and spelling in the original document have +been preserved. Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.</p></div> +<h1><span class="smcap">The Haunted Mine</span></h1> + +<p class="center p6">BY</p> + +<p class="center">HARRY CASTLEMON</p> + +<p class="center s2">AUTHOR OF "THE GUNBOAT SERIES," "ROCKY MOUNTAIN SERIES,"<br /> +"WAR SERIES," ETC.</p> + +<p class="center p6">THE JOHN C. WINSTON CO.,</p> + +<p class="center">PHILADELPHIA,<br /> +<span class="center s1">CHICAGO, TORONTO.</span></p> + +<p class="center p6"><span class="smcap">Copyright, 1902, by</span><br /> +HENRY T. COATES & CO.</p> + +<h2 class="p6">CONTENTS.</h2> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">iii</a></span></p> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="table of contents"> +<tr><td class="tdr">CHAPTER</td><td> </td><td class="tdr">PAGE</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">I.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">The Sale of "Old Horse</span>,"</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">II.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Casper is Disgusted</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">III.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Julian is Astonished</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">IV.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Where the Box Was</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">V.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Casper Thinks of Something</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">VI.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">A Mr. Haberstro Appears</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">VII.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">A Plan that Didn't Work</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr"> VIII.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Claus Calls Again</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">IX.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">The Master Mechanic</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">X.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Where are the Valises</span>?</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">XI.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">In Denver</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_132">132</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">XII.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Casper Nevins, the Spy</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_146">146</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr"> XIII.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Getting Ready for Work</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_160">160</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">XIV.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">How Casper was Served</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_174">174</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">XV.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">How a Mine was Haunted</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_188">188</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">XVI.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Good News</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_201">201</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr"> XVII.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Mr. Banta is Surprised</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_215">215</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">XVIII.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Grub-Staking</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_228">228</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">XIX.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Going to School</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_243">243</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">XX.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Waterspouts and Blizzards</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_256">256</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">iv</a></span></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">XXI.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">The Camp at Dutch Flat</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_271">271</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">XXII.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">The Haunted Mine</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_286">286</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr"> XXIII.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Haunted no Longer</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_302">302</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">XXIV.</td><td class="tdl"> "<span class="smcap">That is Gold</span>,"</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_317">317</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">XXV.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Claus, Again</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_332">332</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">XXVI.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Claus Hears Something</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_348">348</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr"> XXVII.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Bob Tries Strategy</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_365">365</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">XXVIII.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">An Inhuman Act</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_380">380</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">XXIX.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">A Tramp with the Robbers</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_392">392</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">XXX.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Home Again</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_406">406</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdr">XXXI.</td><td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Conclusion</span>,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_420">420</a></td></tr> +</table></div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">1</a></span></p> + +<p class="p6 center b2">THE HAUNTED MINE.</p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER I.</h2> +<h3>THE SALE OF "OLD HORSE."</h3> + +<p>"Going for twenty-five cents. Going +once; going twice; going——"</p> + +<p>"Thirty cents."</p> + +<p>"Thirty cents! Gentlemen, I am really +astonished at you. It is a disgrace for me to +take notice of that bid. Why, just look at +that box. A miser may have hidden the secret +of a gold-mine in it. Here it is, neatly +dovetailed, and put together with screws instead +of nails; and who knows but that it +contains the treasure of a lifetime hidden +away under that lid? And I am bid only +thirty cents for it. Do I hear any more? +Won't somebody give me some more? Going +for thirty cents once; going twice; going three +times, and sold to that lucky fellow who +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">2</a></span> +stands there with a uniform on. I don't +know what his name is. Step up there and +take your purchase, my lad, and when you +open that box, and see what is in it, just bless +your lucky stars that you came to this office +this afternoon to buy yourself rich."</p> + +<p>It happened in the Adams Express office, +and among those who always dropped around +to see how things were going was the young +fellow who had purchased the box. It was +on the afternoon devoted to the sale of "old +horse"—packages which had lain there for a +long time and nobody had ever called for +them. When the packages accumulated so +rapidly that the company had about as many +on hand as their storeroom could hold, an +auctioneer was ordered to sell them off for +whatever he could get. Of course nobody +could tell what was in the packages, and +somebody always bought them by guess. +Sometimes he got more than his money's +worth, and sometimes he did not. That very +afternoon a man bought a package so large +and heavy that he could scarcely lift it from +the counter, and so certain was he that he had +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">3</a></span> +got something worth looking at that he did +not take the package home with him, but borrowed +a hammer from one of the clerks and +opened it on the spot, the customers all gathering +around him to see what he had. To +the surprise of everybody, he turned out half +a dozen bricks. A partner of the man to +whom the box was addressed had been off +somewhere to buy a brickyard, and, not satisfied +with the productions of the yard, had enclosed +the bricks to the man in St. Louis, to +see how he liked them. The purchaser gazed +in surprise at what he had brought, and then +threw down the hammer and turned away; +but by the time he got to the door the loud +laughter of everybody in the office—and the +office was always full at the sale of "old +horse"—caused him to arrest his steps. By +that time he himself was laughing.</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you what it is, gentlemen," said +he; "those bricks, which are not worth a +nickel apiece, cost me just two dollars."</p> + +<p>He was going on to say something more, +but the roar that arose caused him to wait +until it was all over. Then he went on: +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">4</a></span></p> + +<p>"I have spent fifty dollars for 'old horse,' +and if anybody ever knows me to spend +another dollar in that way I will give him my +head for a football. A man who comes here +to squander his money for anything like that +is a dunce, and ought to have a guardian appointed +over him. I wish you all a very good +day."</p> + +<p>But in spite of this man's experience, Julian +Gray had invested in this box because he +thought there was something in it. He did +not care for what the auctioneer said to him, +for he talked that way to everybody; but +Julian knew there were no bricks in it, for it +was done up too neatly. The box was not +more than twelve inches long and half as +wide, and by shaking it up and down the boy +became aware that there were papers of some +kind in it. He paid the clerk the amount of +his bid upon it, picked up his purchase, and +started for the door, paying no heed to the +remarks that were offered for his benefit. +There he met another boy, dressed in a uniform +similar to the one he himself wore, and +stopped to exchange a few words with him. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">5</a></span></p> + +<p>"Well, you got something at last," said the +boy. "It is not bricks, I can swear to that."</p> + +<p>"No, sir, it is not," said Julian. "Lift it. +It contains papers of some kind."</p> + +<p>"Why don't you open it, and let us see +what is in it?"</p> + +<p>"I won't do that, either. I am not going +to have the whole party laughing at me the +way they served that man a little while ago. +Come up to my room when Jack comes home, +and then I will open it."</p> + +<p>"I would not be in your boots for a good +deal when Jack sees that box," said the boy, +hurrying away. "He says you have no +business to spend the small earnings you get +on such gimcracks as 'old horse.'"</p> + +<p>"I don't care," said Julian, settling the +box under his arm and going away in the +opposite direction. "I've got the box, and if +Jack does not want to see what is in it, he +need not look."</p> + +<p>Julian broke into a run,—he knew he had +no business to spend as much time in that +express office as he had done,—and in a few +minutes reached the headquarters of the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">6</a></span> +Western Union Telegraph Company, in whose +employ he was. He laid down his book of +receipts for the dispatches he had delivered, +then picked up his box again and stowed it +away under the counter, where he was sure +it would be out of everybody's way.</p> + +<p>"I don't care," Julian repeated to himself, +when he recalled what his older companion, +Jack Shelden, would have to say to him when +he found that he had been investing in "old +horse." "I don't know that I expect to make +anything out of it, but somehow or other I +can't resist my curiosity to know what is in +those bundles. When you can get the packages +for little or nothing, where's the harm? +But that is no way to save my money. I will +never go near that express office again."</p> + +<p>With this good resolution, Julian took his +seat among the other boys and waited in silence +for the operator to call upon him to deliver +a dispatch. It came at last, and during +the rest of the afternoon Julian was kept +busy. When six o'clock came he put his box +under his arm and started for home. His +duties were done for that day. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">7</a></span></p> + +<p>The place that Julian called home was a +long way from the office, for, being a poor +boy, he was obliged to room where he could +get it as cheaply as possible. He passed +along several streets, turned numerous corners, +and finally sprang up the stairs in a sorry-looking +house which seemed almost ready to +tumble down, and when he reached the top +he found the door of his room open. There +he met his chum, who had already returned +from his work, going about his preparations +for supper, and whistling as though he felt at +peace with himself and all the world.</p> + +<p>"Halloo!" he exclaimed, as Julian came +in. "What's the news to-day? Well, there. +If you haven't been to that old express office +again!"</p> + +<p>These two boys were orphans—or at least +Jack was. Julian had a stepfather who, +when his mother died, told the boy that he +could not support him any longer, and that +he must look out for himself. He no doubt +expected that the boy would find himself in +the poorhouse before he had been long out of +his care; but Julian was not that sort of a +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">8</a></span> +fellow. He wandered aimlessly about the +streets, looking for something to do, sleeping +in dry-goods boxes or on a plank in some +lumber-yard; and one morning, while passing +along the street, wondering where he was +going to get something to eat, he saw a scene +that thrilled him with excitement. A span +of horses was running away, and a telegraph +operator—Julian knew that he was an operator +from the uniform he wore—in making +an attempt to stop them, lost his footing and +fell on the ground right in front of the frantic +team. Julian was nearer to him than anybody +else, and acting upon the impulse of the +moment, but scarcely knowing why he did +so, he dashed forward, seized the young man +by the shoulders, and pulled him out of the +way. It was all done in an instant, and +Julian shuddered when he thought of what +he had done.</p> + +<p>"Thank you, my lad," said the man, when +he got up, brushed the dust from his clothes, +and looked after the flying horses. "You +saved my life, but you couldn't save the man +in the buggy. Now, what can I give you?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">9</a></span></p> + +<p>"I don't want anything, sir," said Julian. +The man was neatly dressed, and looked as +though he had some money, and Julian had +more than half a mind to ask him for enough +with which to get some breakfast. But he +concluded that he would not do it; he would +look farther, and he was sure that he could +get something to do, such as sweeping out +a store, and earn some breakfast in that +way.</p> + +<p>"You don't want anything?" exclaimed +the man. "Well, you are the luckiest fellow +I ever saw!"</p> + +<p>The man now turned and gave Julian a +good looking over. It was not necessary that +he should ask any questions, for poverty was +written all over him.</p> + +<p>"Where's your home?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"I haven't any, sir."</p> + +<p>"Have you had any breakfast?"</p> + +<p>"No, sir."</p> + +<p>"Well, here's enough to enable you to get +a good fill-out," said the man, pulling out a +dollar. "Get the very best breakfast you can, +and then come down to the Western Union +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">10</a></span> +Telegraph office and ask for Wiggins. I will +see what I can do for you."</p> + +<p>The man hurried away, and Julian looked +at the dollar he held in his hand, then gazed +in the direction in which his benefactor had +gone, and could hardly believe that he was +awake. A dollar was a larger sum of money +than he had ever had before.</p> + +<p>Of course Julian followed the operator's instructions. +When he reached the Western +Union Telegraph office he was asked several +questions about his habits, and what he knew +about the city, and it finally ended by his +being offered employment. Julian jumped at +the chance. He had no money with which to +purchase a uniform, but Wiggins got around +that, and he had been there ever since, trying +hard to do his duty, except in one particular, +and his highest ambition was to become an +operator.</p> + +<p>Long before this time he made the acquaintance +of Jack Sheldon, who finally came +to room with him, and they had been fast +friends ever since. Jack had formerly gained +a good living by shining boots and shoes +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">11</a></span> +around the St. Louis foundry-works, until one +day the master mechanic, who had taken a +wonderful shine to him, offered to take him +away from his blacking-brush and give him a +position where he could make a man of himself. +Jack was waiting for this, and he +promptly closed with it. Of course his wages +were small now, but he wanted to get away +from the bootblacks and mingle with persons +more like himself, and when Julian made him +a proposition to take him in as a roommate, +Jack was only too glad to agree to it. He was +but a year older than Julian, but he often took +it upon himself to advise him; and one thing +he could not stand was Julian's longing to +find out what was concealed in those packages +that every once in a little while were sold in +the express office. Being economical himself, +and never spending a cent unless absolutely +necessary, he wanted to make his companion +so, too.</p> + +<p>"That is no way for you to save money, +Julian," said Jack. "To go to that express +office when you ought to be at your work, and +spending money for 'old horse' when you +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">12</a></span> +don't know what is in the bundle you bid on, +is the very way for you to wear a poor man's +clothes the longest day you live. I want to +go into business myself some time, and I +should think you would, too."</p> + +<p>This was the way he talked to Julian every +time he brought home a bundle of "old +horse," and he was ready to talk to him now +in the same way. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">13</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER II.</h2> + +<h3>CASPER IS DISGUSTED.</h3> + +<p>"Well, you have been to that old express +office again and invested some +of your hard earnings in 'old horse,' haven't +you?" repeated Jack, placing his hands on +his hips and looking sullenly at the box, +which Julian placed upon the table. "Is that +any way for you to save your money?"</p> + +<p>"No, it is not; but, Jack, I've got something +in this," said Julian. "See how nicely +this box is done up——"</p> + +<p>"I don't care to know anything about it," +said Jack, turning away and going on with +his preparations of getting supper. "That is +the only thing I have against you. What do +you care what is in those bundles? If they +were worth anything don't you suppose that +the people to whom they were addressed would +have come after them? How much money +have you got in bank, anyway?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">14</a></span></p> + +<p>"About forty dollars, I guess, including +tips and everything."</p> + +<p>"Well, I've got a hundred," said Jack. +"You will never be able to go into business +by doing this way."</p> + +<p>"Lend me your knife and talk about it +afterward. I want to get these screws out."</p> + +<p>"Take your own knife. I don't want to +have mine broken."</p> + +<p>"Well, I want you to remember one thing, +Jack. If I get anything out of this box, it +is mine entirely. You will have no interest +in it."</p> + +<p>"All right—I will agree to that."</p> + +<p>Seeing that he must depend entirely upon +himself to get his box open, Julian took his +knife from his pocket and went to work upon +the screws; but they had been put there to +stay, and he finally gave it up in disgust. +Then Jack relented and came to his assistance. +The strong blade of his knife presently +worked the screws loose, and the inside +of the box was revealed to them. There was +nothing but a mass of papers, which looked +so ancient that Jack declared they had been +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">15</a></span> +through two or three wars. He took one look +at them, and then went on with his work of +getting supper.</p> + +<p>"What's the use of fooling away your time +with that stuff?" said he. "That's all your +'old horse' amounts to. If you are going to +spend money in that way, I wish you would +get something that is of some use."</p> + +<p>Julian did not reply. He took his box to +an out-of-the-way corner where he would not +be in Jack's way, and devoted himself to the +reading of the first paper he took up.</p> + +<p>"Who's Haberstro?" said he.</p> + +<p>"Don't know him," said Jack.</p> + +<p>"Here's a letter addressed to him."</p> + +<p>"What is in it?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, you want to know something about +it, now, don't you?"</p> + +<p>"Of course I do. If we can find out who +Haberstro is, we must take the letter to him."</p> + +<p>Julian began and read the letter, which +was written in a very plain hand, and before +he had read a page of it he stopped and +looked at Jack, while an expression of astonishment +came to his face. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">16</a></span></p> + +<p>"Go on with it," said Jack; "we might as +well know it all."</p> + +<p>Julian "went on with it," and when he got +through he had read a very good description +of a gold-mine located somewhere out West, +and inside the letter was a map which would +lead anyone straight to it. There was one +thing in it that did not look exactly right, +and here is the passage that referred to it:</p> + +<p class="blockquot"> +"They have got the story around that the mine is +haunted, but don't you believe it. I worked for +almost six months in that mine alone after my partner +took sick and died, going down into it and +shovelling the dirt in, coming up and hoisting the +bucket out, and went through the process of washing, +and I never found anything to scare me yet. I +took out, with every bucketful I washed, anywhere +from ten to fifty dollars; anyway, I got fifty thousand +dollars out of it. There is one thing about it: the +mine is fully five miles from anybody's place, and +in all that region you won't find a man who will +prospect anywhere near you. It shows that all the +country about Dutch Flat is not played out yet." +</p> + +<p>A little farther on the letter spoke of the +manner in which the miner came to turn his +claim over to Haberstro: +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">17</a></span></p> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<p> +"You know that very shortly after we got there +my partner died, and was buried near the mine. +Perhaps that has something to do with the story of +the mine's being haunted. I went to work and dug +in the claim alone, not knowing anything about +mining, until I made the sum that I told you of. +Finally I received a letter from some lawyer in +Europe, who told me that my father had died and +left me heir to all his wealth. He urged me to come +home and settle my claim at once, and who should +my mind revert to but to you, old fellow, who stood +by me when I was sick unto death. I know that we +did not have the stamps to buy a mule-halter, but +that did not make any sort of difference to you. +You stayed at my back until I got well; and as I +can't pay you in any other way I give you this +mine, hoping it will make you as rich as it did me. +More than that, for fear that the mine may play out +on you, which I don't believe, I give you the deeds +of several little pieces of property located in Denver +and vicinity, which you will find will be more than +enough to run you, even if you don't choose to go +mining. For me, nothing would suit me. You +know how you used to rail at me because I wanted +to go from one thing to another. After I had accumulated +that property in Denver, I had to go and +look for claims, and that is the way I come to have +this mine.</p> + +<p>"I send all these things to you by express, for I +am in New York, now, and all ready to sail. By +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">18</a></span> +the time you get them I shall be on the deep sea. I +forgot to say that the property which I have given to +you for your kindness to me is worth, in round +numbers, one hundred thousand dollars. Take it, +and live happily with it. I don't know that I shall +ever see you again; but if I do not, remember that +my blessing always goes with you." +</p></div> + +<p>"Well, sir, what do you think of that?" +said Julian, as he folded up the letter.</p> + +<p>Jack Sheldon did not know what to say. +He sat with a case-knife in his hand and with +one leg thrown over the table, his mouth +open, and listening with all his ears to the +contents of the letter.</p> + +<p>"I tell you that auctioneer uttered a prophecy +when he said that some miser had hidden +the secret of a gold-mine inside the lid of that +box," said Julian. "He told me that when +I got home and opened this thing I would +bless my lucky stars that I had come to that +office to buy myself rich."</p> + +<p>"But there is one thing that you don't +think of, Julian," replied Jack.</p> + +<p>"What's that?"</p> + +<p>"That we must make every effort to find +this man Haberstro." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">19</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes," said Julian, with a sigh, "I did +think of that. But it seems hard to have so +much money in our grasp, and then to have +it all slip away."</p> + +<p>"Of course it does. But that is the honest +way of going at it."</p> + +<p>"Here's the deeds for a block of buildings +that cost this man twenty-five thousand dollars," +said Julian, continuing to examine the +papers in the box.</p> + +<p>"Oh, put the box away," said Jack. "And +he gives it all to this man Haberstro. We +must find him, Julian, the first thing we do. +Who's that coming upstairs, I wonder?"</p> + +<p>The boys turned toward the door, which +opened almost immediately, admitting Casper +Nevins, the boy who had met Julian at the +express office. There was something about +the boy that Jack did not like. He could +not have told what it was, but there are those +we meet in every-day life who have certain +traits of character that excite our suspicions. +Jack had often warned Julian to keep away +from him, and the latter did not cultivate his +acquaintance any more that he could help; +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">20</a></span> +but, being employed in the same office that +Casper was, of course he was thrown into his +company oftener than he desired.</p> + +<p>"Good-evening, boys," said Casper. "I +was on my way home, and I thought I would +drop in and see what Julian bought to-day at +the express office. You promised to show me +if I would come up," he added, turning to +Julian.</p> + +<p>"I did, and there it is," said Julian, passing +over the letter. "Sit down in this chair. +We are so poor just now that we have only +one chair apiece, but when we get out to our +gold-mine we shall have two chairs."</p> + +<p>"Ah! You have a gold-mine, have you?" +said Casper, with a smile. "When do you +start?"</p> + +<p>"Read the letter, and you will think we +ought to start right away," said Julian, while +Jack got up and proceeded with his supper. +"We think of starting to-morrow morning."</p> + +<p>"I would like to have my hand on your +coat-tail about the time you get out there," +said Casper. "Now, the question is, does +the mine pay anything?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">21</a></span></p> + +<p>"Read the letter, and you will understand +as much as we do."</p> + +<p>Casper began the letter, and he had not +gone far with it before he broke out with +"Jerusalem!" and "This beats me!" and +"Fifty thousand dollars!" When he had got +done with the letter, he folded it up and passed +it back to Julian without saying a word.</p> + +<p>"And that is not all of it," said the latter. +"Do you see the rest of the papers there in +that box? Well, they are deeds of property +which amount to one hundred thousand dollars."</p> + +<p>"Whew!" whistled Casper. "By gracious! +You're lucky—are you not? When do you +start?"</p> + +<p>"Laying all jokes aside, we don't intend to +start at all," said Jack.</p> + +<p>"You don't?" exclaimed Casper. "Have +you got something better on hand?"</p> + +<p>"No, I don't know that we have; but our +first hard work must be to find this man +Haberstro. It would not be right for us to +keep what is in that box without turning the +city upside down in order to locate him." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">22</a></span></p> + +<p>"Why, the box was sold to you, was it +not?" said Casper, turning to Julian.</p> + +<p>"Of course it was. Didn't I pay thirty +cents of my hard earnings for it?"</p> + +<p>"Did you agree to hunt up this man Haberstro?"</p> + +<p>"No, because the clerks did not know +where he was."</p> + +<p>"Then I say the box and everything in it +belongs to you. Undoubtedly the man does +not live here any more. He has gone somewhere +else. I would not make a precious fool +of myself, if I were you. Take the money +and say nothing to nobody."</p> + +<p>"And go out there and take possession of +that property while there is another man +waiting for it?" asked Jack, with some heat.</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir; that's what I would do."</p> + +<p>"Then, sir, you are not honest. I am glad +you don't train in my crowd."</p> + +<p>"I don't call it dishonest in holding fast +to what you have. A hundred thousand dollars! +You would not need to go mining +at all."</p> + +<p>"We are well aware of that; but we must +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">23</a></span> +find out where that man lives, if we can. +After having exhausted every means to find +out, then I would consider that the property +belongs to us. Julian, we will have to see a +lawyer about that."</p> + +<p>"That's what I was thinking," said Julian.</p> + +<p>"Well, of all the plumb dunces that ever I +saw, you are the beat!" said Casper, getting +up and putting on his hat. "I tell you that +if that property was mine I would never let +anyone know that I had it. I would throw +up my position to-morrow, borrow money, go +out there and take possession; and you are +fools if you don't do it."</p> + +<p>And Casper went out, slamming the door +behind him. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">24</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER III.</h2> + +<h3>JULIAN IS ASTONISHED.</h3> + +<p>"Well, sir, what do you think of that?" +asked Julian, when he heard the +noise the telegraph boy made in running +down the stairs. "He really acts as though +he were mad about it."</p> + +<p>"He is a dishonest fellow," said Jack, once +more coming up to the table and throwing his +leg over it. "You don't believe everything +he said, do you?"</p> + +<p>"Not much, I don't," replied Julian, emphatically. +"I could not go out there and +work the mine as he talks of doing. I should +think it was haunted, sure enough."</p> + +<p>"Well, put the papers away, and then let +us have supper. While we are doing that, we +will decide what we are going to do with the +box."</p> + +<p>"I say, don't let us do anything with it. +We will put it up there on the mantel, and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">25</a></span> +when we are through supper one of us will +write an advertisement calling upon Mr. +Haberstro to come up and show himself. I +guess the <i>Republican</i> is as good a paper as +any, isn't it?"</p> + +<p>"But Haberstro may be a Democrat, instead +of a Republican," said Jack.</p> + +<p>"Well, then, put it in both papers. That +will cost us two dollars—seventy-five cents for +the first insertion and a quarter for the +second."</p> + +<p>It did not take the boys a long time to get +their supper. They had nothing but bacon, +baker's bread, tea, and a few cream cakes +which Jack had purchased on his way home; +but there was an abundance, they were hungry, +and they did full justice to it. After +supper came something that everybody hates—washing +the dishes; but that was something +the two friends never neglected. The dishes +must be washed some time, and the sooner it +was done the sooner it would be over with. +Then one picked up the broom and went to +sweeping, while the other lighted the lamp +and brought out the writing materials. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">26</a></span></p> + +<p>"I have already made up my mind what I +want to say," said Julian, who, being a better +scribe than his companion, handled the pen. +"Wait until I get the advertisement all written +out, and then I will read it to you."</p> + +<p>The pen moved slowly, and by the time +that Jack had finished sweeping and seated +himself in a chair ready to listen, Julian read +the following:</p> + +<p class="blockquot"> +"Information wanted regarding the whereabouts +of S. W. Haberstro, formerly of St. Louis. If he will +communicate with the undersigned he will hear of +something greatly to his advantage. Any relative +or friend of his who possesses the above information +will confer a favor by writing to the name given +below." +</p> + +<p>"There; how will that do?" said Julian. +"By the way, whose name shall I sign to it—yours +or mine?"</p> + +<p>"Sign your own name, of course. Your +place of business is much handier than mine."</p> + +<p>"I tell you, Jack, it requires something besides +a knowledge of penmanship to write out +an advertisement for a newspaper. I have +worried over this matter ever since we were at +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">27</a></span> +supper, and then I didn't know how you +would like it. Now, the next thing is to put +it where it will catch the public eye in the +morning."</p> + +<p>The boys did not intend to let the grass +grow under their feet. They put on their +coats and turned down the lamp, but before +they went out they took particular pains to +put the box where they knew it would be +safe. They opened the closet, pushed the box +as far back as they could on the top shelf, +and threw some clothing in front of it to hide +it from anyone who might look in there. +Burglaries were common in the city, and the +boys never left anything in their room that +was worth stealing.</p> + +<p>The friends did not ride on the street cars, +for they believed that five cents was worth as +much to them as it was to the conductor, but +walked all the distance that lay between them +and the business part of the city. They +reached the newspaper offices at last, paid for +two insertions in each paper, and went away +satisfied that they had done all in their power +to find Mr. Haberstro. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">28</a></span></p> + +<p>"Now we have done as we would be done +by," said Julian, "and I believe a glass of +soda water would help me sleep easier. Come +in here."</p> + +<p>"We don't want any soda water," exclaimed +Jack, seizing Julian by the arm and +pulling him away from the drug store. "We +don't need it. When we get home we will +take a glass of cold water, and that will do +just as well as all the soda water in town."</p> + +<p>"I suppose I shall have to give in to you," +said Julian, continuing his walk with Jack, +"but I think we deserve a little credit for +what we have done. Here we are with a +fortune of one hundred thousand dollars in +our pockets, and yet we are anxious to give it +up if Mr. Haberstro shows himself. I tell +you, it is not everybody in the world who +would do that."</p> + +<p>"I know it, but that is the honest way of +doing business. I never could look our master +mechanic in the face again if I should go +off and enjoy that money without making +an effort to find the owner."</p> + +<p>In due time the boys reached home and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">29</a></span> +went to bed, but sleep did not visit their eyes +before midnight. They were thinking of the +fortune that was in their grasp. No one +would have thought these boys very guilty if +they had kept silent about the contents of +that box and had gone off to reap the pleasure +which good luck or something else had +placed in Julian's hands; but such a thought +had never entered their heads until Casper +Nevins had suggested it to them. By being +at the sale of "old horse" Julian had stumbled +upon something that was intended for +Mr. Haberstro, and he was just as much entitled +to the contents of it as anybody.</p> + +<p>"But I would be dishonest for all that," +said he, rolling over in his bed to find a more +comfortable position. "I never could enjoy +that money, for I should be thinking of Mr. +Haberstro, who ought to have it. No matter +whether he is alive or dead, he would come +up beside me all the while, and reach out his +hand to take the money I was getting ready +to use for my own pleasure. No, sir. We +will do the best we can to find Mr. Haberstro, +and if he does not show up within any reasonable +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">30</a></span> +time, then Jack says the money belongs +to us. I can spend it, then, to get anything +I want, with perfect confidence."</p> + +<p>When Julian got to this point in his meditations +he became silent, and thought over the +many things he stood in need of, and which +he thought he could not possibly get along +without, until finally he fell asleep; but the +next morning, when he arose and returned +Jack's hearty greeting, that fortune came into +his mind immediately.</p> + +<p>"I tell you what it is, Jack," said he. "If, +after waiting a few days, we don't hear from +Mr. Haberstro or any of his kin, suppose I go +to Mr. Wiggins with it? He will know exactly +what we ought to do."</p> + +<p>"All right," said Jack. "That will be +better than going to a lawyer, for he won't +charge us anything for his advice."</p> + +<p>"And shall you keep still about this?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly. Don't lisp it to anybody. We +don't want somebody to come along here and +claim to be Haberstro, when perhaps he don't +know a thing about what is in the box."</p> + +<p>"Of course he would not know a thing +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">31</a></span> +about it," said Julian, in surprise. "Haberstro +himself don't know what there is in the +box. He has got to prove by outside parties +that he is the man that we want, or we can +put him down as a fraud."</p> + +<p>"That's so," said Jack, after thinking a +moment. "We must be continually on the +lookout for breakers."</p> + +<p>Why was it that Jack did not go further, +and say that they must be continually on the +lookout for the safety of the box when they +were not there to watch over it? It was not +safe from anybody who knew it was there, +and it would have been but little trouble for +them to have taken it with them and put it +into the hands of Mr. Wiggins. If they had +thought of this, no doubt they would have +lost no time in acting upon it.</p> + +<p>Long before the hands on Jack's watch had +reached the hour of half-past six the two +friends were on their way toward their places +of business, and when Julian reached the +office almost the first boy he saw was Casper +Nevins, who had denounced them for trying +to find out what became of Mr. Haberstro. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">32</a></span></p> + +<p>"Good-morning, Julian," said he. "Have +you advertised for that man of yours yet?"</p> + +<p>"What do you want to know for?" said +Julian, remembering what Jack had said +about keeping the matter still.</p> + +<p>"Oh, nothing; only I want to tell you that +if you get yourselves fooled out of that fortune +you can thank yourselves for it. What +is there to prevent some sharper from coming +around and telling you that he is Haberstro? +You didn't think of that, did you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, we thought of it," said Julian, with +a smile. "Do you suppose we will take any +man's word for that? He must prove that +he is the man we want, or else we won't have +anything to do with him."</p> + +<p>"Pshaw! That is easy enough. I can find +fifty men right here in this town who will +prove that they are President of the United +States for half of what that box is worth. +Say!" he added, sinking his voice almost to a +whisper, "you haven't said a word to anybody +about advertising for him, have you?"</p> + +<p>"No; and I have not said a word to you +about it either," said Julian. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">33</a></span></p> + +<p>"That's all right, but you can't fool me so +easy. I want to tell you right now that there +are a good many here who know about it, and +that they are bound to have that box. Ah!" +he added, noting the expression that came +upon Julian's face, "you didn't think of <i>that</i>, +did you?"</p> + +<p>"Who are they?" asked Julian.</p> + +<p>"There were men in the express office +yesterday who know all about it. You needn't +think you are going to keep that express box +hid, for you can't do it. Where did you put +it?"</p> + +<p>"It is safe. It is where nobody will ever +think of looking for it."</p> + +<p>"Then you are all right," said Casper, who +was plainly very much disappointed because +he did not find out where the box was. "But +you had better keep an eye out for those fellows +in the express office, for, unless the looks +of some of them belied them, they will steal +that box from you as sure as you are a foot +high."</p> + +<p>"If they thought so much of the box, why +didn't they buy it in the first place?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">34</a></span></p> + +<p>"That is for them to tell. I don't know +but they have somehow got an idea that there +is something in it. You are going to get +fooled out of it, and it will serve you just +right for advertising for Haberstro."</p> + +<p>That day was a long one to Julian, for he +could not help turning over in his mind what +Casper had said to him. When he reached +home after his day's work was done he went +straight to the closet, paying no sort of attention +to Jack, who looked at him in surprise, +took a chair with him, and hunted up the +box. It was where he put it, and he drew a +long breath of relief.</p> + +<p>"Now, then, I would like to have you explain +yourself," said Jack, after he had waited +some little time for Julian to say what he +meant by his actions.</p> + +<p>"It is there," said Julian, "but I have +been shaking in my shoes all day. Did it +ever occur to you that some of those people +who saw me buy the box at the express office +would come up here to take it?"</p> + +<p>"No; and I don't believe they will do it."</p> + +<p>"Well, Casper said they would." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">35</a></span></p> + +<p>"You tell Casper Nevins to keep his long, +meddlesome nose out of this pie and attend +strictly to his own affairs," said Jack, in disgust. +"It is ours, and he has nothing to do +with it. If anybody comes into this room +when we are not here, it will be Casper himself."</p> + +<p>"He can't; he has not got a key."</p> + +<p>"I know that. If he had, we would have +trouble with that box. What did he say to +you?"</p> + +<p>Julian then repeated the conversation he +held with Casper that morning, and Jack +nodded his head once or twice to say that he +approved of it.</p> + +<p>"You did perfectly right by declining to +answer his question about advertising for our +man," said Jack. "What did he want to +know that for? If they wanted the box, why +did they not buy it in the first place?"</p> + +<p>During the next few days the two friends +were in a fever of suspense, for they did not +want somebody to come and take their fortune +away from them. Every man who came into +the telegraph office Julian watched closely, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">36</a></span> +for he had somehow got it into his head that +Haberstro must be a German; but every German +who came in there had business of his +own, and as soon as it was done he went out. +No one came to see Julian about the box, and, +if the truth must be told, he began to breathe +easier. Of late he had got out of the habit +of looking for the box as soon as he came +home, and perhaps the sport that Jack made +of him for it was the only thing that made him +give it up.</p> + +<p>"One would think you owned that fortune," +said he. "I don't believe a miser ever watched +his gold as closely as you watch that box."</p> + +<p>"I don't care," said Julian. "The fortune +is ours, or rather is going to be in a few days. +Now you mark my words, and see if I don't +tell you the truth."</p> + +<p>"There's many a slip. We will never have +such luck in the world."</p> + +<p>"Well, I am going to look at it now. It +seems to me that if Haberstro is around here +he ought to have put in an appearance before +this time. We have waited a whole week +without seeing anything of him." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">37</a></span></p> + +<p>"A whole week!" exclaimed Jack, with a +laugh. "If you wait a month without seeing +him you may be happy. If we keep the box +for three months without the man appearing, +then I shall think it belongs to us."</p> + +<p>Julian did not believe that. He thought +that the contents of the box would belong to +them before that time. He made no reply, +but took a chair to examine the closet. He +moved the clothing aside, expecting every +minute to put his hand upon the box, and +then uttered an exclamation of astonishment +and threw the articles off on the floor.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter?" asked Jack, in +alarm.</p> + +<p>"The box is gone!" replied Julian. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">38</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER IV.</h2> + +<h3>WHERE THE BOX WAS.</h3> + +<p>This startling piece of information seemed +to strike Jack Sheldon motionless and +speechless with astonishment. His under jaw +dropped down, and he even clutched the back +of a chair, as if seeking something with which +to support himself. The two boys stood at +opposite sides of the room looking at each +other, and then Jack recovered himself.</p> + +<p>"Gone!" he repeated. "You are mistaken; +you have overlooked it. I saw it +night before last myself."</p> + +<p>"I don't care," said Julian, emphatically; +"I have taken the clothes all out, and the box +is gone. Look and see for yourself."</p> + +<p>Julian stepped down from the chair and +Jack took his place. He peered into every +nook and corner of the dark shelf, passed his +hands over it, and then, with something like +a sigh, got down and began to hang the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">39</a></span> +clothes up in their proper places. Then he +closed the door of the closet, took a chair, and +gazed earnestly at the floor.</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, what do you think of that?" +said Julian.</p> + +<p>"Didn't I tell you that if anybody came in +here to look for that box while we were not +here it would be Casper Nevins, and nobody +else?" said Jack.</p> + +<p>"You surely don't suspect him!" exclaimed +Julian.</p> + +<p>"I <i>do</i> suspect him; if you could get inside +his room to-night you would find the box."</p> + +<p>"Why, then he is a thief!" said Julian, +jumping up from his chair and walking the +floor. "Shall we go down to No. 8 Station +and ask the police to send a man up there and +search him?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know whether that would be the +best way or not," said Jack, reflectively. +"Has Casper got many friends among the +boys of your office?"</p> + +<p>"I don't believe he's got one friend there +who treats him any better than I do. The +boys are all shy of him." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">40</a></span></p> + +<p>"And well they may be. That boy got a +key somewhere that will fit our door, and +came in here and took that box. You say he +has not any friends on whom he can depend +in the office?"</p> + +<p>"Not one. If he has any friends, none of +us know who they are."</p> + +<p>"Then he must be alone in stealing the box +from us. He has it there in his room, for he +has no other place to hide it. Do you know +what sort of a key he has to fit his door?"</p> + +<p>"Of course I do. I was with him when he +got it. It is a combination key; one that he +folds up when he puts it into his pocket."</p> + +<p>"Do you believe you can buy another +like it?"</p> + +<p>"By George! That's an idea. Let us go +down and find out. Then to-morrow, if I can +get away, I will come up here and go through +his room."</p> + +<p>That was Jack's notion entirely. He wanted +to see "the biter bit"—to know that he would +feel, when he awoke some fine morning and +found his fortune gone, just how they were +feeling now. They put on their coats and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">41</a></span> +locked the door,—it seemed a mockery to them +now to lock the door when their fortune was +gone,—and, after walking briskly for a few +minutes, turned into the store where Casper +had purchased his key. When Julian told +the clerk that he wanted to see some combination +keys, he threw out upon the counter a +box which was filled to overflowing.</p> + +<p>"Do you remember a telegraph boy who +was in here several months ago and bought a +combination lock to fit his door?" asked Julian. +"I was in here at the time, and I know +he bought the lock of you."</p> + +<p>"Seems to me that I <i>do</i> remember something +about that," said the clerk, turning +around to the shelves behind him and taking +down another box, "and we have got just one +lock of that sort left."</p> + +<p>"Are you sure this key will open his door?" +asked Julian.</p> + +<p>"I am sure of it. If it don't open his +door, you can bring it back and exchange it +for another."</p> + +<p>Julian told him that he would take the +lock, and while the clerk was gone to another +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">42</a></span> +part of the store to do it up he whispered to +Jack,</p> + +<p>"I have just thought of something. He +has not any closet in his room that I know +of, and who knows but that he may have put +that box in his trunk? I had better get some +keys to his trunk while I am about it."</p> + +<p>"Do you remember how the key looked?" +asked Jack.</p> + +<p>"I guess I can come pretty close to it," +answered Julian.</p> + +<p>The work of selecting a key to the trunk +was not so easy; but Julian managed to +satisfy himself at last, and the boys left the +store. Julian did not say anything, but he +was certain that the box would be in his own +possession before that time to-morrow. That +would be better than calling the police to search +his room. In the latter case, Casper would be +held for trial, and Julian did not want to disgrace +him before all the boys in the office.</p> + +<p>"I will give Mr. Wiggins the box as soon +as I get my hands on it, but I shan't say anything +to him about Casper's stealing it," said +he. "Would you?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">43</a></span></p> + +<p>"You are mighty right I <i>would</i>," exclaimed +Jack, who looked at his friend in utter surprise. +"He stole it, didn't he? He was +going to cheat Haberstro out of it if he +showed up, and, failing that, he would leave +us here to work all our lives while he lived +on the fat of the land. No, sir; if you get +the box you must tell Mr Wiggins about it."</p> + +<p>For the first time in a long while the boys +did not sleep much that night. Jack was +thinking about Casper's atrocity,—for he considered +that was about the term to apply to +him for stealing their box,—and Julian was +wondering if he was going to get into Casper's +room and recover the fortune which he was +attempting to deprive them of.</p> + +<p>"I tell you, that boy is coming to some +bad end," said Jack. "I would not be in his +boots for all the money he will ever be +worth."</p> + +<p>"I don't care what end he comes to," said +Julian, "but I was just thinking what would +happen to us if this key did not open his +door. We would then have to get the police, +sure enough." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">44</a></span></p> + +<p>Morning came at length, and at the usual +hour Julian was on hand in the telegraph +office, waiting to see what his duties were +going to be. As usual, he found Casper +Nevins there. He looked closely at Julian +when he came in, but could not see anything +in the expression of his face that led him to +believe there was anything wrong.</p> + +<p>"Good-morning, Julian," said he.</p> + +<p>"Good-morning," said Julian. "How do +you feel this morning?"</p> + +<p>"Right as a trivet. I feel much better +than you will when you find that that box is +gone," added Casper to himself. "He hasn't +found it out yet, and I hope he will not until +I get my pay. I have waited and watched +for this a long time, and, thank heaven! I +have found it at last. I wish I knew somebody +who would take that box and hide it +for me; but I can't think of a living soul."</p> + +<p>All the fore part of that day Julian was +kept busy running to the lower part of the +city with messages, and not a chance did he +get to go up past Casper's room. Two or +three times he was on the point of asking Mr. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">45</a></span> +Wiggins to excuse him for a few minutes, but +he always shrunk from it for fear of the questions +that gentleman would ask him. "Where +did he want to go?" "What did he want to +go after?" "What was he going to do when +he got there?" and Julian was quite certain +that he could not answer these questions without +telling a lie. While he was thinking it +over he heard his name called, and found +that he must go right by Casper's room in +order to take the message where it was to go. +He seemed to be treading on air when he +walked up to take the telegraphic dispatch.</p> + +<p>"Do you know where that man lives?" +asked the operator.</p> + +<p>"I know pretty nearly where he lives," +answered Julian.</p> + +<p>"Well, take it there, and be back as soon +as you can, for I shall want to send you somewhere +else. What's the matter with you, +Julian? You seem to be gay about something."</p> + +<p>"I don't know that I feel any different +from what I always do," replied Julian. "I +will go there as soon as I can." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">46</a></span></p> + +<p>When Julian got into the street, his first +care was to find his keys. They were all +there; and, to gain the time that he would +occupy in looking about the room, Julian +broke into a trot, knowing that the police +would not trouble him while he had that uniform +on. At the end of an hour he began to +draw close to Casper's room, and there he +slackened his pace to a walk.</p> + +<p>"Ten minutes more and the matter will be +decided," said Julian, his heart beating with +a sound that frightened him. "That boy +has the box, and I am going to have it."</p> + +<p>A few steps more brought him to the stairs +that led up to Casper's room. It was over a +grocery store, and the steps ran up beside it. +He turned in there without anybody seeing +him, and stopped in front of the door. The +combination key was produced, and to Julian's +immense delight the door came open the very +first try.</p> + +<p>"I guess I won't lock it," muttered Julian. +"I might lock myself in. He does not keep +his room as neat as we do ours."</p> + +<p>Julian took one glance about the apartment, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">47</a></span> +taking in the tumbled bedclothes, and +the dishes from which Casper had eaten his +breakfast still unwashed on the table, and +then turned his attention to what had brought +him there. There was no closet in the room, +and the box was not under the bed; it must +therefore be in his trunk. One after another +of the keys was tried without avail, and +Julian was about to give it up in despair, +when the last key—the one on Jack's bunch—opened +the trunk, which he found in the +greatest confusion. He lifted off the tray, +and there was the box, sure enough. Julian +took it, and hugged it as though it was a +friend from whom he had long been separated.</p> + +<p>"Now the next question is, are the papers +all here?" thought he. "There were seven +of them besides the letter, and who knows but +that he has taken a block of buildings away +from us."</p> + +<p>But the papers were all there. However +much Casper might have been tempted to +realize on some of the numerous "blocks of +buildings" which the box called for, he dared +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">48</a></span> +not attempt the sale of any of them. It was +as much as he could do to steal the papers. +Julian placed the tray back and carefully +locked the trunk, and then looking around, +found a paper with which to do up his box. +Then he locked the door, came down, and +went on to deliver his message.</p> + +<p>"That boy called us foolish because we advertised +for Mr. Haberstro," said Julian, as +he carefully adjusted the box under his arm. +"I would like to know if we were bigger fools +than he was. We could have found the police +last night as easy as not, and it would +have been no trouble for them to find the +box. He ought not to have left it there in +his trunk. He didn't think that we could +play the same game on him that he played +upon us."</p> + +<p>Julian conveyed his message and returned +to his office in less time than he usually did, +and, after reporting, told Mr. Wiggins in a +whisper that he would like to see him in the +back room.</p> + +<p>"I know what you want," said Mr. Wiggins, +as he went in. "You have been up to +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">49</a></span> +the express office, buying some more of that +'old horse.' Some day I am going to give you +fits for that. It is the only thing I have stored +up against you."</p> + +<p>"Can you tell when I did it?" asked Julian, +slowly unfolding the box which he carried +under his arm. "Haven't I carried my +telegraphic dispatches in as little time as anybody? +Now, I have something here that is +worth having. Read that letter, and see if it +isn't."</p> + +<p>Mr. Wiggins seated himself on the table +and slowly read the letter which Julian placed +in his hands, and it was not long before he +became deeply interested in it. When he had +got through he looked at the boy with astonishment.</p> + +<p>"I declare, Julian, you're lucky," said he. +"Now, the next thing for you to do is to advertise +for Haberstro."</p> + +<p>"We have already advertised for him. We +have put four insertions in the papers."</p> + +<p>"And he doesn't come forward to claim his +money? Put two other advertisements in, and +if he don't show up the money is yours." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">50</a></span></p> + +<p>"That is what I wanted to get at," said +Julian, with a sigh of relief. "Now, Mr. +Wiggins, I wish you would take this and lock +it up somewhere. I don't think it safe in our +house."</p> + +<p>"Certainly I'll do it. By George! Who +would think you were worth a hundred thousand +dollars!"</p> + +<p>"It isn't ours yet," said Julian, with a +smile. "About the time we get ready to use +it, here will come Mr. Haberstro, and we will +have to give it up to him."</p> + +<p>"Well, you are honest, at any rate, or you +would not have advertised for him. This +beats me, I declare. I won't scold you this +time, but don't let it happen again."</p> + +<p>"I'll never go into that express office again +while I live," said Julian, earnestly. "I have +had my luck once, and I don't believe it will +come again."</p> + +<p>When Julian went out into the office he saw +Casper there, and he was as white as a sheet. +Julian could not resist the temptation to pat +an imaginary box under his arm and wink at +Casper. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">51</a></span></p> + +<p>"What do you mean by that pantomime?" +said he.</p> + +<p>"It means that you can't get the start of +two fellows who have their eyes open," said +Julian. "I've got the box."</p> + +<p>"You have?" gasped Casper. "You've +been into my room when I was not there? +I'll have the police after you before I am five +minutes older!"</p> + +<p>Casper jumped to his feet and began to +look around for his hat. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">52</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER V.</h2> + +<h3>CASPER THINKS OF SOMETHING.</h3> + +<p>Julian stood with his hands in his +pockets looking at Casper, and something +that was very like a smile came into +his face.</p> + +<p>"I know what you went in there with Mr. +Wiggins for," said Casper; and having +found his cap by that time, he jammed it +spitefully on his head, "and I just waited +until you came out so that I could ask you. +I don't need to ask you. I tell you once for +all——"</p> + +<p>"Well, why don't you go on?" asked Julian. +"You will tell me once for all—what?"</p> + +<p>Casper had by this time turned and looked +sternly at Julian, but there was something +about him which told him that he had gone +far enough.</p> + +<p>"Go and get the police," said Julian. +"Right here is where I do business. Look +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">53</a></span> +here, Casper: you came into our room and +stole that box out of our closet."</p> + +<p>"I never!" said Casper, evidently very +much surprised. "So help me——"</p> + +<p>"Don't swear, because you will only make +a bad matter worse. I found the box in your +trunk, just where you had left it. The way I +have the matter arranged now, there's nobody +knows that you took it; but you go to work +and raise the police, and I will tell all I know. +If you keep still, I won't say one word."</p> + +<p>Casper backed toward the nearest chair and +sat down. This conversation had been carried +on in whispers, and there was nobody, among +the dozen persons who were standing around, +that had the least idea what they were talking +about. If Casper supposed that he was +going to scare Julian into giving up the box, +he failed utterly.</p> + +<p>"I won't give up that fortune," said he, to +himself, when Julian turned away to go to his +seat. "A hundred thousand dollars! I'll +have it, or I'll never sleep easy again."</p> + +<p>During the rest of the day Julian was as +happy as he wanted to be. The box was now +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">54</a></span> +safe in the hands of Mr. Wiggins, and he +would like to see anybody get hold of it. +Furthermore, Mr. Wiggins had told him to +put two more advertisements in the papers, +and, if Mr. Haberstro did not show himself +in answer to them, the money was his own.</p> + +<p>"I do hope he won't come," said Julian. +"I don't believe in giving up that fortune."</p> + +<p>The boy was glad when the day was done, +and the moment he was safe on the street he +struck a trot which he never slackened until +he ran up the stairs to his room. Jack was +there, as he expected him to be, and he was +going about his work of getting supper. He +looked up as Julian came in, and he saw at a +glance that he had been successful.</p> + +<p>"I've got it!" shouted Julian; and, catching +Jack by the arm, he whirled him around +two or three times. "It was in the trunk, just +as I told you it was. Mr. Wiggins has it now, +and he will take care of it, too."</p> + +<p>"That's the best news I have heard in a +long time," said Jack, throwing his leg over +the table. "Did you tell Mr. Wiggins about +the way Casper acted?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">55</a></span></p> + +<p>"No, I did not. Somehow, I couldn't bear +to see the boy discharged. I simply told Mr. +Wiggins that it wasn't safe in our room."</p> + +<p>"Well, I don't know but that was the best +way, after all," said Jack, looking reflectively +at the floor. "But I tell you, if I had been +in your place I would have let it all out. Now +tell me the whole thing."</p> + +<p>Julian pulled off his coat, and, while he assisted +Jack in getting supper, told him all that +passed between Mr. Wiggins and himself, not +forgetting how the latter had promised to scold +him at some future time for going to the express +office and investing in "old horse."</p> + +<p>"I hope he will tell you some words that +will set," said Jack. "All I can say to you +has no effect upon you."</p> + +<p>"I will never go near that express office +again—never!" said Julian, earnestly.</p> + +<p>"I hope you will always bear that in +mind."</p> + +<p>"I've had my luck, and if I live until my +head is as white as our president's I never +shall have such good fortune again. I will +get bricks the next time I buy." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">56</a></span></p> + +<p>"You had better sit down and write out +that advertisement for two more insertions, +and after supper we'll take it down and put +it in. If Haberstro does not appear in answer +to them the money is ours. That's a little +better fortune than I dared to hope for."</p> + +<p>Anybody could see that Jack was greatly +excited over this news, but he tried not to +show it. If he had gone wild over it, he +would have got Julian so stimulated that he +would not have known which end he stood +on. He had to control himself and Julian, +too. He ate his supper apparently as cool as +he ever was, and after the room had been +swept up and the dishes washed he put on his +coat and was ready to accompany his friend +to the newspaper offices.</p> + +<p>"Remember now, Julian, we don't want +any soda water to-night," said Jack. "If +you want anything to drink, get it before you +start."</p> + +<p>Julian promised that he would bear it in +mind, and during the three hours that they +were gone never asked for soda water or anything +else. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">57</a></span></p> + +<p>"Just wait until I get that fortune in my +hands, and then I will have all the soda water +I want," said Julian to himself. "But, after +all, Jack's way is the best. I don't know +what I should do without him."</p> + +<p>In due time the boys were at home and in +bed; and leaving them there to enjoy a good +night's rest, we will go back to Casper Nevins +and see what he thought and what he did +when he found that he had lost the box he +had risked so much to gain. He was about +as mad as a boy could hold when he ran down +the stairs after his interview with them in +their room, and he straightway began to rack +his brain to see if he could not get that box +for himself.</p> + +<p>"Of all the dunces I ever saw, those two +fellows are the beat!" said he, as he took his +way toward his room. "They have got the +fortune in their own hands; no one will say a +word if they use it as though it was their +own; and yet they are going to advertise for +the man to whom it was addressed. Did anybody +ever hear of a fool notion like that? I +was in hopes that I could get them to go partners +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">58</a></span> +with me, but under the circumstances I +did not like to propose it. Why didn't I +happen into that express office and bid on +that box? Gee! What a fortune that would +be!"</p> + +<p>Casper was almost beside himself with the +thought, and he reached his room and cooked +and ate his supper, still revolving some plan +for obtaining possession of that box. He had +suddenly taken it into his head that he ought +to go into partnership with the two boys in +order to assist them in spending their money, +although there was not the first thing that he +could think of that induced the belief. Julian +had always been friendly with him,—much +more so than any of the other boys in the +office,—although he confessed that he had not +always been friendly with Julian.</p> + +<p>"Of course I have little spats with him, +but Julian isn't a fellow to remember that," +said Casper to himself. "I've had spats with +every boy, and some of them I don't want +anything more to do with. But Julian ought +to take me into partnership with him, and I +believe I'll ask him. But first, can't I get +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">59</a></span> +that box for my own? That is an idea worth +thinking of."</p> + +<p>It was an idea that had suddenly come into +Casper's head, and he did not think any more +about the partnership business just then. +Of course their advertising for Haberstro +knocked all that in the head; but then if he +had the box he could do as he pleased with it. +The next day, at the office, he did say something +about partnership, but Julian laughed +at him. He said that he and Jack could +easily spend all that money, and more too, if +they had it. It was made in a joking way, +and Julian had not thought to speak to Jack +about it.</p> + +<p>"It is no use trying you on," said Casper +to himself, getting mad in a minute. "You +can spend all that money yourselves, can +you? I'll bet you don't. There must be +some keys in the city that will fit your door, +and I am going to have one."</p> + +<p>From that time forward Casper had but +just one object in view, and that was to get +the box. He spent three days in trying the +different keys which he had purchased to fit +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">60</a></span> +the lock, and one time he came near getting +himself into difficulty. He was out a great +deal longer than he ought to have been with +a message, and when he got to the office Mr. +Wiggins took him to task for it.</p> + +<p>"How is this, Casper?" said he. "You +have been gone three-quarters of an hour +longer than you ought to have been."</p> + +<p>"I went just as soon as I could," replied +Casper, who was not above telling a lie. +"The man wasn't at his place of business, and +so I went to his home."</p> + +<p>"Then you are excusable. It seems strange +that he should be at home at this hour."</p> + +<p>Casper did not say anything, but he was +satisfied that he was well out of that scrape. +He had not been to the man's home at all. +He was trying the lock on Julian's door.</p> + +<p>Although he made two attempts without +getting in, he succeeded on the third. The +door came open for him, and after searching +around the room in vain for the box, he looked +into the closet.</p> + +<p>"Aha! I've got you at last!" said he, as +he drew the clothing aside and laid hold of +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">61</a></span> +the object of his search. "Now I wish I had +my money that is due me from the telegraph +office. To-morrow would see me on my way +toward Denver."</p> + +<p>Hurriedly locking the door, Casper made +the best of his way down the stairs and to his +room, and put the box into his trunk. Then +he broke into another run and went to the +office, where he arrived in time to avoid a +second reprimand.</p> + +<p>"Oh, you feel mighty well now," said Casper, +watching Julian, who was talking and +laughing with some of the boys, "but I bet +you you will feel different in a little while. +Now who am I going to get to hide that box +for me? None of the boys in here will do it, +so I must go elsewhere."</p> + +<p>During the rest of the week Casper was as +deeply interested in watching the persons who +came there as Julian was. He did not advertise +for Haberstro, because he did not want to +give up the box. He was more than half inclined +to go to Mr. Wiggins and tell him he +was going to leave when his month was out, +but some way or other he did not. Something +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">62</a></span> +compelled him to wait, and in three +days more he found out what it was. He was +in the office waiting for a message to deliver, +when Julian came in with a bundle wrapped +up in a newspaper under his arm. Casper +was thunderstruck, for something told him +that Julian had played the same game that he +had. He had been to his room and got the +box. His face grew as pale as death when he +saw Mr. Wiggins follow Julian into the back +room, and his first thought was to leave the +office before he came out.</p> + +<p>"It is all up with me now," said he, rising +to his feet and looking around for his cap, +which, boy fashion, he had tossed somewhere, +on entering the room. "He will tell Mr. +Wiggins that I stole the box, and I will be +discharged the first thing. I'll deny it," he +added, growing desperate. "I haven't seen +his box. He did not find it in my room, but +got it somewhere else. I will make a fight on +it as long as I can."</p> + +<p>So saying, Casper sat down to await Julian's +return; but the boy came out alone, and the +antics he went through drove Casper frantic. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">63</a></span></p> + +<p>"I've got the box," said Julian, when Casper +asked him what he meant by that pantomime.</p> + +<p>The guilty boy was given plenty of opportunity +to "deny it all," but he gave it up in +despair when he found that Julian was not to +be frightened into giving up the box. The +latter was perfectly willing that the police +should come there, but if they did, he would +tell all Casper had done. He might get Julian +in a scrape, but he would get into a worse one +himself. He was glad when Julian moved off +to his chair and left him alone.</p> + +<p>"I guess it is the best way as it is," said +Casper, getting upon his feet and looking out +into the street. "If he sets the police onto +me—good gracious, what should I do? So +that plan has failed, and now the next thing +is something else. I'll have that box, or die +trying to get it."</p> + +<p>All that day, while he was in the office or +carrying his telegraphic dispatches around the +street, Casper thought of but one thing, and +that was, how was he going to get that box +again? He did not have much to say to anybody, +and when six o'clock came he lost no +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">64</a></span> +time in getting home. He had evidently determined +upon something, for he ate a very +scanty supper, changed his clothes, and hurried +out again. His changing his uniform +for a citizen's suit was something that would +have brought him his instant discharge if his +company officers had found him in that fix. +He could mingle with loafers about the pool-rooms, +and no one could have told that he +was any different from anybody else. He +could drink his beer, too, and no one would +suspect that he was going back on the pledge +he made to the company. But, then, Casper +was used to such things, and he thought nothing +of it. More than that, he had an object +to gain, and he had already picked out the +person whom he hoped to induce to enter into +a scheme to possess that box.</p> + +<p>"Claus is the fellow I am going to try," +said he, as he hurried along toward a pool-room +which he often frequented. "He is a +German, he is well along in years, and I +know he isn't above making a dime or two +whenever he gets the chance. Now for it. +It is make or break." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">65</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER VI.</h2> + +<h3>A MR. HABERSTRO APPEARS.</h3> + +<p>As Casper Nevins uttered these words he +turned into an entry, ran up a flight of +stairs, and opened the door of the pool-room. +The apartment was always crowded at night, +and the players were mostly young men who +ought by rights to have been somewhere else. +One end of the room was occupied with pool-tables, +and the other was taken up by billiards, +which were in full blast. Casper gave +out among the players that he was a broker's +clerk, and the story seemed to satisfy the +young men, who asked no further questions. +There was no chance for him in a pool game, +and consequently he did not look for it. He +looked all around, and finally discovered his +man Claus, who was sitting near one of the +tables, watching the game.</p> + +<p>This man was one of the loafers about the +pool-rooms. He always dressed very neatly, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">66</a></span> +but he was never known to have any money. +He was a German, and that fitted the name +of the man to whom the box was addressed.</p> + +<p>"I am living on the interest of my debts," +said he, when some one asked what his occupation +was. "I never have any money. I +don't need it. I can get along without it. +You fellows have to work every day, while I +do nothing but sit around the pool-room and +wait for some one to challenge me for a +game."</p> + +<p>"But you must make some money sometime, +or else you couldn't play pool as often +as you do."</p> + +<p>"Oh, as to that, I make a dollar or two +when I find the right man who can play a +little, and sometimes I make more. If I +could get a chance to make a hundred thousand +dollars I would take it in a minute. +After that, I would not be obliged to work."</p> + +<p>These remarks were made in the presence +of Casper Nevins, who remembered them. +After he had stolen the box, and before +Julian had got it back again, he thought it +best to try him on a new tack. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">67</a></span></p> + +<p>"Supposing you didn't get a hundred thousand +dollars the first time trying," said he. +"Would not fifty thousand do you?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I think I could live on that much. +Fifty thousand would tempt me awfully. I +wish I had a chance to try it."</p> + +<p>"There is Claus, and I am going to speak +to him the first thing I do," said Casper. "If +there is anybody who can play the part of the +missing Haberstro, he is the man."</p> + +<p>"Ah! Good-evening, Casper," he exclaimed, +as the boy approached him. "How +is the brokerage business to-day? Have you +made any money?"</p> + +<p>"I don't make any. The boss does all +that."</p> + +<p>"Well, why don't you pick up some money +and go in yourself? You will never be a +man in the world as long as you stay in the +background. Do you want to see me? Here +I am, and all ready for business. Is there +any money in this thing you have to propose?"</p> + +<p>Claus, following Casper's lead, occupied an +arm-chair in a remote corner of the room, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">68</a></span> +away from everybody, and Casper sat down +alongside of him. It was not any work for +him to begin the conversation, for Claus "had +given himself away" every time the subject +of money was introduced.</p> + +<p>"Were you in earnest the other day when +you said that if you had a chance to steal a +hundred thousand dollars you would try it +on?" said Casper. "I want you to deal fairly +with me now. I want to know just how you +feel about it."</p> + +<p>"My dear boy, I was never more in earnest +in my life," said Claus emphatically. "Just +give me a chance, and you will see whether or +not I meant what I said."</p> + +<p>"Well, I have got a chance for you to +make something," said Casper.</p> + +<p>"You have? Let her rip. I am all attention. +But hold on a bit. Let us get a cigar. +Have you any money?"</p> + +<p>"I have ten cents."</p> + +<p>"That is enough. Anything to keep our +jaws puffing. I can listen a great deal better +with a cigar than I can without it."</p> + +<p>The two arose from their seats and made a +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">69</a></span> +trip to the bar. They lighted their cigars, +and Casper paid ten cents for them. It made +no difference to Claus that Casper had paid +out some of his hard earnings and wondered +where his next morning's breakfast was coming +from. As long as he got the cigar, it +mattered little to him whether Casper had +any more money or not.</p> + +<p>"Now I am all ready to listen," said Claus, +seating himself in his arm-chair once more. +"Be explicit; go into all the minutiæ, so that +I may know what I have to do."</p> + +<p>There was no need that Claus should tell +Casper this, and for the next fifteen minutes +Claus never said a word, but listened intently. +He told about Julian's habit of going to the +express office on the day that "old horse" +was offered for sale, until finally he bought +the secret of a gold-mine which was hidden +away in a box that came near being sold for +twenty-five cents. The box was addressed to +S. W. Haberstro, and the boys had put four +advertisements in the papers asking that man +to show himself; and, if he did not show up in +reasonable time, the money was to be theirs. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">70</a></span></p> + +<p>"Here is a copy of the <i>Democrat</i>, with a +copy of the advertisement in it," said Casper. +"I knew you would want to know everything, +and so I brought it along. A hundred thousand +dollars! Now, why couldn't I have bid +on that box? That little snipe does not get +any more money than I do, and yet he had to +go and buy himself rich."</p> + +<p>"Then it seems that you are not a broker's +clerk after all," said Claus. "I don't know +as I blame you."</p> + +<p>"You see I would get discharged if any of +the company officers should find me dressed +up in citizen's rig," said Casper. "I can go +among the boys, now, and have a good time."</p> + +<p>"I don't know that I blame you," repeated +Claus. "I will keep your secret. Well, +go on. I begin to understand the matter +now."</p> + +<p>"I tell you I was mad when I found out +that they were going to advertise for old man +Haberstro," said Casper. "I called them +everything but decent boys, and went to work +to conjure up some plan for getting the box +for my own. I got it, too——" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">71</a></span></p> + +<p>"You did? Then you are all right."</p> + +<p>"Not so near right as you think I am. Julian +got some keys that would fit my door, +and went in and stole it."</p> + +<p>"Whew! They are a desperate lot; ain't +they?"</p> + +<p>"That is just what they did; and, furthermore, +Julian gave the box into the hands of +Mr. Wiggins, our chief telegraph operator. +Now, I want you to come down there, pass +yourself off for Haberstro, and claim that +box. Can you do it?"</p> + +<p>Mr. Claus did not answer immediately. He +stretched his legs out before him and slid +down in his chair until his head rested on the +back of it. He was thinking over the details +of the plan. Casper did not interrupt +him, but waited to see what he was going to +say about it.</p> + +<p>"And you are willing to give me half the +contents of that box if I will get it for you?" +said he. "You have given me the hardest +part of the work. Where do you suppose that +man Wiggins keeps the box?"</p> + +<p>"In the bank, of course. He's pretty sharp, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">72</a></span> +and you must look out for that. If we can +get that box, I won't go near the mine. I am +not going to handle a pick and shovel when I +have fifty thousand dollars to fall back upon. +I am not going to work every day when I am +afraid that something will come up and scare +me to death. I will take half the block of +buildings described there, and you can take +the other half. That is fair, isn't it?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, it is fair enough, but I am afraid of +that man Wiggins. What sort of a looking +man is he?"</p> + +<p>"The worst part about him is his eyes. +They are steel-gray, and when he turns them +on a culprit in the office you would think he +was going to look him through. You will +have to be pretty sharp to get around him."</p> + +<p>"Well, suppose I go and see Julian first. If +I can get around him, that will be so much +gained."</p> + +<p>This was the beginning of a long conversation +between Casper and Claus, and when it +was done the latter felt greatly encouraged, +and told himself that he was nearer getting +the box for his own than he ever was before. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">73</a></span> +Casper told him everything he could think of +that related to the matter, and when Claus +got up, removed his hat and wiped his face +with his handkerchief, Casper said that if he +would just act that way in the presence of Mr. +Wiggins, he would carry the day.</p> + +<p>"You act more like a German than I ever +saw you act before," said he. "If you will +just do that way to-morrow, I will answer for +your success."</p> + +<p>"I can act the German all over, if that is +what he wants," said Claus, with a laugh. +"You haven't got another ten cents, have +you? Well, let it go. I will go home and +sleep upon it."</p> + +<p>"But look here," said Casper, earnestly. +"If you come to that telegraph office you +must not know me. You never saw me before."</p> + +<p>"Of course not. I won't give you away. +That money is worth trying for. What is the +reason that you and I have not some good +friends to leave us that amount of money?"</p> + +<p>"Because we are not honest enough," said +Casper, bitterly. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">74</a></span></p> + +<p>"Honesty has nothing to do with it. We +ain't sharp; that is what's the matter with us. +Well, good-night. I will go and see Julian +to-morrow night, and the next day I may be +down to the telegraph office. I want to go +easy, because I don't want to spoil the thing +by being too brash."</p> + +<p>As it was already late, Casper did not attempt +to enter any game that night. He +went home and tumbled into bed, and for a +long time he lay thinking over what he had +said to Claus. There was another thing that +came into his mind every once in a while, +and that was, where was his breakfast to come +from?</p> + +<p>"I was not going to get any cigars to-night, +because ten cents was all I had left," +said Casper. "But I could not well refuse +Claus. No matter. If he succeeds in getting +that box, I will have all the cigars I +want."</p> + +<p>The next morning Casper went to the office +without any breakfast; but the first message +he had to carry took him to a saloon where +they set a free-lunch table. There he took +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">75</a></span> +the edge off his appetite and ate enough to +last him until supper-time, when he was to +get his pay. Julian was there, looking as +happy as ever. Casper did not blame him +for that. If he had a box with that amount +of money in it, he would be happy, too.</p> + +<p>"By George! It is six o'clock," said Casper, +at length. "In two hours more I will +know what Julian says to Claus. Till then, +I must have patience."</p> + +<p>Casper received his money when the others +did, and without saying a word to anybody +set out for home. Julian was not in quite so +big a hurry. He walked along with his +hands in his pockets, and once, when passing +by a baker's shop, he went in and bought +some cakes with which to top off their supper. +Jack Sheldon always reached home before he +did, and Julian found him in his usual act of +getting supper. In reply to his ordinary +greetings, he answered that there had been +nothing unusual going on in the telegraph +office, and that no man who said his name was +Haberstro had been there to see about the advertisement +that had appeared in the papers. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">76</a></span></p> + +<p>"I tell you, Jack, that fortune in the box +is ours," said Julian. "That man has had +ample time to show up, and it won't be long +before we will be on our way to Denver."</p> + +<p>"Don't be too sure of that," said Jack. +"Haberstro may be off on a vacation somewhere. +I shall believe we are in Denver +when we get there, and not before."</p> + +<p>Almost as Jack said the words there was a +sound of somebody coming up the stairs. He +stopped in front of the door, and called out to +somebody he left below,</p> + +<p>"Does Mr. Julian Gray live here? Thank +you;" and a moment afterward his rap +sounded upon the door.</p> + +<p>"What did I tell you?" whispered Jack. +"That's Haberstro, as sure as you live."</p> + +<p>For an honest boy, Julian's heart fell. His +fortune was gone, and there were no two ways +about it. He stepped to the door and opened +it, and there stood Claus, more neatly dressed +than ever.</p> + +<p>"Good-evening," said he, while his eyes +roved from one boy to the other. "Which +one of you is Julian Gray?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">77</a></span></p> + +<p>"I am, sir."</p> + +<p>"I am delighted to meet you," said he; +and he thrust out his hand, into which Julian +put his own. Then he put his hand into his +pocket and pulled out a card on which the +name S. W. Haberstro was engraved. "I +got belated in my hotel while waiting for the +train, and I picked up this paper and saw +this advertisement in it. As it happened to +be my name, I read it through."</p> + +<p>"Come in, sir," said Jack, placing a chair +for him. "It is one of four advertisements +that we put into the daily papers. Your +name is Haberstro, I believe?"</p> + +<p>"That is my name. You said you had +something of great value to tell me. What is +it?"</p> + +<p>Julian could not have opened his mouth to +save him. He was obliged to let Jack do all +the talking. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">78</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER VII.</h2> + +<h3>A PLAN THAT DIDN'T WORK.</h3> + +<p>Julian Gray took his stand in one +corner of the room, with his hands in +his pockets and his feet spread out, and +looked at this man who called himself Haberstro. +He was a German, there were no two +ways about that; and he had a habit of taking +out his handkerchief and wiping his face +with it that nobody but a pompous and well-to-do +German ever imitated.</p> + +<p>"Do you know of a man of the name of +Winkleman?" asked Jack.</p> + +<p>"Know him?" exclaimed the German. +"Of course I do. He was living here in St. +Louis with me, but all on a sudden he took +the gold fever and went out to Denver. I +was engaged in pretty good business, and so I +did not go with him. I never heard what he +was doing out there. He—he isn't dead, is +he?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">79</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh, no. He accumulated some property +while he was out there. He got a notice that +his father had died in Europe and left all his +property to him, and he has gone home to +take possession of it."</p> + +<p>"Then that accounts for his not writing to +me. He always said that his folks were immensely +rich, and that some day he would +have more than he wanted. What property +did he collect out there?"</p> + +<p>"He is worth several buildings which are +worth a hundred thousand dollars. Furthermore, +he has given them to you."</p> + +<p>"To me?" cried the German, rising to his +feet.</p> + +<p>"Yes, to you. And, more than that, he +has a mine out of which he took fifty thousand +dollars, and you come into possession of that, +also."</p> + +<p>"Lord bless my soul!" exclaimed the German. +"I don't remember that I ever did +anything to him to give him so good an opinion +of me."</p> + +<p>"Did you not nurse him while he was +sick?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">80</a></span></p> + +<p>"Did you not care for your mother when +she was sick?" returned the German. "Of +course that did not amount to anything. He +was my chum, and I had to stand by him."</p> + +<p>"Well, he gave you the property for it, +anyway. He sent you the deeds by express, +and Julian bought them for thirty cents."</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, that is a heap of money. I +don't know anybody that needs it more than +I do. Where is the box now?"</p> + +<p>"It is safe in the hands of Mr. Wiggins. +We were not going to have somebody come +along here and claim to be Haberstro. Have +you anybody here in St. Louis to whom you +can recommend us? We want to know who +you are before we give up the box."</p> + +<p>"That is perfectly right and proper. You +see, my home is in Chicago, and I know but +few persons here. If you think this Mr——what +do you call him?"</p> + +<p>"Wiggins?" said Jack.</p> + +<p>"Yes; if you think he will want somebody +to vouch for me, I can give him the names of +all the Germans in the city. Where does he +hang out?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">81</a></span></p> + +<p>"The Union Telegraph office. You know +where that is?"</p> + +<p>"I can easily find it, for I have a tongue in +my head. I don't believe I will go near that +mine at all. I will sell it."</p> + +<p>"You had better not. The miners have a +story around that it is haunted."</p> + +<p>The German threw back his head and +laughed heartily.</p> + +<p>"I am not afraid of that. If he took fifty +thousand dollars out of it, it is surely worth +as much more. Well, if you have told me +everything, I guess I had better go back to +my hotel. I was going back to my home to-night, +but now I am glad I did not go."</p> + +<p>"I guess we have told you everything that +pertains to the matter," said Jack. "Do you +think of any questions you would like to ask +us?"</p> + +<p>"No; but I may think of some to-morrow. +Good-night."</p> + +<p>"By the way," said Jack, as if he had just +thought of something. "Where were you +when this man Winkleman was sick? You +were out in the mines, I suppose?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">82</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh, no, we were not; we were here in St. +Louis. If we had been out at the mines, +where no doctor could have been reached, he +would have gone up on my hands. Look +here—I don't want you to do this for nothing. +Make up your minds what you ought +to have and I will give it to you. If it had +not been for you I would never have seen the +box. Good-night."</p> + +<p>The German bowed himself out and closed +the door behind him. The boys waited until +he got to the street, and then Julian took possession +of the chair he had just vacated.</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, what do you think of that?" +asked Jack, using companion's expression.</p> + +<p>"I think our fortune is gone up," answered +Julian; and then he leaned his elbows on his +knees and looked down at the floor.</p> + +<p>Jack laughed as loudly as the German did +a few moments before. Julian straightened +up and looked at him in surprise.</p> + +<p>"What do you mean by that?" he exclaimed. +"Is a hundred thousand dollars +such a sum in your eyes that you can afford +to be merry over it?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">83</a></span></p> + +<p>"No; but you will never lose it through +that man. His name is not Haberstro any +more than mine is."</p> + +<p>"Jack, what do you mean?"</p> + +<p>"You were so busy with your own thoughts +that you didn't see how I was pumping him, +did you? In the first place he told us that +Winkleman was sick in St. Louis; and yet +Winkleman says in his letter that they were +so poor that they could not raise enough to +buy a halter for a mule. Now, he would not +have used such an expression as that if he +had been here in the city, would he?"</p> + +<p>"No, I don't think he would," said Julian, +reflectively. "He used the words of the +country in which he lived."</p> + +<p>"That is what I think. In the next place, +he said that he was engaged in a paying business +here, and consequently did not go with +Winkleman to the mines; and then, almost in +the same breath, he said he could not refer +me to anybody here because his home was in +Chicago. You didn't see those little errors, +did you?"</p> + +<p>Julian began to brighten up. He remembered +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">84</a></span> +all the German had said to Jack, but +somehow he did not think of it. The box was +not lost, after all.</p> + +<p>"Now, he must have had somebody to post +him in regard to these matters," said Jack. +"Who do you think it was?"</p> + +<p>"Casper Nevins!" said Julian, who just +then happened to think of the boy's name.</p> + +<p>"That is what I think. He is bound to +have that box, is he not? Don't you give +that box up; do you hear me?"</p> + +<p>"I am mighty sure I won't give it up," said +Julian, emphatically. "I shan't give it up +until you are on hand. I had better take +Mr. Wiggins into my confidence to-morrow."</p> + +<p>"Of course. Tell him the whole thing. +Tell him about the mistakes this man made +in his conversation with me, and let him draw +his own conclusions. I never saw such a +desperate fellow as that Casper Nevins is. +Now let us go on and get supper."</p> + +<p>"I feel a good deal better than I did a few +minutes ago," said Julian, with something +like a long-drawn sigh of relief. "I thought +the box was lost to us, sure." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">85</a></span></p> + +<p>The boys were impatient to have to-morrow +come because they wanted to see what the +German—they did not know what his true +name was—was going to do about it.</p> + +<p>"I will tell you one thing, Jack," said +Julian. "If that Dutchman goes to-morrow +and sees Mr. Wiggins about it, he will get a +look that will last him as long as he lives. I +ought to know, for I have had those eyes +turned on me two or three times. If that +man stands against them I shall think he is a +nervy fellow."</p> + +<p>The night wore away at last, and at the +usual hour the boys were at their posts. Casper +was in the office, and he seemed to be +uneasy about something. He could not sit +still. He was continually getting up and going +to the door, and then he would come back and +walk around the room. When Mr. Wiggins +came in and wished them all a good-morning, +Julian followed him into the back room.</p> + +<p>"Julian, have you some news about that +box?" said he.</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir; there was a man up to our room +and handed us this card, and I thought——" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">86</a></span></p> + +<p>"Halloo," said Mr. Wiggins. "The box +does not belong to you, after all."</p> + +<p>"Hold on until I get through explaining +things," said Julian.</p> + +<p>With this Julian began, and told him of the +conversation that had taken place between +Jack and the German, not omitting the smallest +thing. Mr. Wiggins listened intently, and +when the story was done he said,</p> + +<p>"Somebody has been posting that man in +regard to that box. Now, who have you told +about it except Jack Sheldon?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know as that has anything to do +with it," said Julian, who resolved that he +would stand by Casper as long as he could.</p> + +<p>"Yes, it has; it has a good deal to do with +it. Does Casper Nevins know all about it?"</p> + +<p>"What do you know about Casper?" said +Julian in surprise. He wondered if there was +any boy in the office who could do anything +wrong without Mr. Wiggins finding it out.</p> + +<p>"Because he has been uneasy for the past +week. Does Casper know all about it?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir, he does. He was there when we +read the letter." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">87</a></span></p> + +<p>"That is all. I will see you again after a +while."</p> + +<p>Julian went out and sat down, and in a few +minutes Mr. Wiggins came from the back +room and spoke to the operator, who immediately +sent off a dispatch. Nobody was +called to carry this, for the message went +straight to the office for which it was intended. +Five minutes passed, and then a +stout man, who was a stranger to all of them, +strolled into the office. One of the boys got +up to wait upon him, pushing some blanks +toward him, but the stout man did not want +to send any telegraphic dispatches.</p> + +<p>"I just want to look around and see how +you do things here," said he.</p> + +<p>"Then take this chair, sir," said Mr. Wiggins. +"I guess you will find that we do +things about right."</p> + +<p>The minutes passed, and all the boys who +had congregated in the office had been sent +off with messages—all except Casper. There +did not seem to be any dispatches for him. +The chief operator was busy at his desk, when +suddenly the door opened, and the same German +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">88</a></span> +who had called at Julian's room the +night before, came in. Mr. Wiggins glanced +toward him and then he looked toward Casper. +The latter never could control himself +when he was in difficulty, and his face grew +white.</p> + +<p>"Is this the Western Union Telegraph +office?" said the German, wiping his forehead +with his handkerchief. "Do I speak to Mr. +Wiggins? Well, sir, I would like to see you +about a box that one of your boys bought at +a sale of 'old horse' in the express office. +That box contains something that is off immense +value to me—S. W. Haberstro." And +he handed out his card with his name engraved +on it.</p> + +<p>"There is a box here addressed to a man +of that name," said Mr. Wiggins, "but it is +in the bank now. I suppose you have plenty +of friends here to whom you can refer?"</p> + +<p>"I am sorry to say that I have not," replied +the German. "My home is in Chicago. +I can refer you to all the Germans there."</p> + +<p>"Then, would it not be worth while for +you to write to some of your friends there and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">89</a></span> +get some letters of recommendation? You +see, we don't want to give the box to anybody +unless we know who it is."</p> + +<p>"That is all right, sir. I have some business +on hand in Chicago, and I will go up +there and get them."</p> + +<p>"That will be sufficient. Good-day, sir."</p> + +<p>The German, who appeared to be in a great +hurry, closed the door and hastened up the +street. As soon as he was gone, Mr. Wiggins +beckoned to Casper and went into the back +room.</p> + +<p>"Who was that man who just went out?" +said he, in a tone of voice which did not admit +of argument. "Tell me the truth."</p> + +<p>"His name is Claus, sir," said Casper.</p> + +<p>"Where does he stay, principally?"</p> + +<p>"He stays first in one pool-room, and then +in another. Where he lives I don't know."</p> + +<p>"That will do," said Mr. Wiggins.</p> + +<p>"I never have been guilty of such a thing +before," began Casper.</p> + +<p>"I said that would do," interrupted Mr. +Wiggins. "I may see you again after a +while." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">90</a></span></p> + +<p>When Mr. Wiggins and Casper got out +into the other room they found that the stout +man had disappeared. He had gone out +about the time that the German disappeared. +In half an hour he came back, leaned over +the desk, and spoke to the chief operator.</p> + +<p>"That fellow is no more Haberstro than I +am," he whispered. "His name is Solomon +Claus. We have had him up a time or two +for vagrancy, and I'll take him up for the +same cause, if you say so."</p> + +<p>"No; let him go, but keep your eyes on +him. He has not done us any harm yet. +If he comes here again I will send for you." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">91</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER VIII.</h2> + +<h3>CLAUS CALLS AGAIN.</h3> + +<p>When the stout man reached the sidewalk +he saw the German a short distance +in advance of him, still hurrying along +as though he had no time to waste. He +turned several corners, and at last disappeared +up the stairs that led to the pool-room. The +detective, for that was what he was, did not +seem to notice what had become of the German, +but he marked the place where he had +gone up and kept on to the station-house. +There he changed his coat and hat, and +picked up a huge walking-stick which stood +in one corner. When he came out on the +streets again, everybody noticed that he +walked with difficulty, and there was an expression +on his face which only those who +were intimate with the detective would have +thought belonged to him. It was very different +from his ordinary appearance. Instead +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">92</a></span> +of the frank, open look with which he regarded +everybody, it was drawn up as though +he was suffering intense pain, from which he +could not get a moment's relief.</p> + +<p>The detective speedily found the place +where the German had disappeared, walked +wearily up the stairs, opened the door, and +sank into the nearest chair. Then he pulled +a pair of eye-glasses from his pocket and became +interested in a paper. But he used his +eyes to some advantage, and quickly discovered +the man he wanted seated off by himself, +with his legs outstretched before him and his +chin resting on his breast.</p> + +<p>"I guess he found some difficulty in getting +that box," said the detective, who knew what +Mr. Wiggins wanted of him before he came +to the office. "You want to go easy, my +friend, or I'll have you up for vagrancy +again."</p> + +<p>There were not so many in the pool-room +as there were the night before, and nobody +seemed to bother the German; but presently, +while he was thinking about it, another party +came in. He took off his coat, seized a cue, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">93</a></span> +and looked all around the room for an antagonist, +until he discovered the German sitting +there doing nothing.</p> + +<p>"Halloo, Claus!" he shouted, "come on, +and let us have a game of billiards."</p> + +<p>"No, you must excuse me," was the reply; +"I don't feel in the humor for billiards or +anything else."</p> + +<p>"Have you anybody on a string that you +are trying to make some money out of?" +asked his friend. "Come on, and perhaps a +game will brighten you up."</p> + +<p>"'Claus,'" muttered the detective. "I +know you now. I was told to find out what +his name was, so I will go back. So this is +where you hang out. I will remember you."</p> + +<p>The detective hobbled out the door and +down the stairs; but by the time he got down +to the street his lameness had all disappeared, +and he walked as briskly as anybody. He +went to the Western Union Telegraph office, +told Mr. Wiggins he had discovered that the +man's name was Claus, and not Haberstro, +and then went back to the station. Casper +Nevins was called into the back room a moment +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">94</a></span> +afterward, but he was not there more +than long enough to receive his discharge.</p> + +<p>"I have never done anything like this before," +said Casper, trying to beg off. "If you +will overlook this——"</p> + +<p>"I can't do it," said Mr. Wiggins. "You +are a boy that I can't trust. Why, Casper, +do you know what will become of you if you +do not mend your ways? You will get into +the State's prison before you are five years +older. I paid you up yesterday, and you +have not done anything to-day, and so you +can go."</p> + +<p>"It would not be of any use for me to ask +for a letter of recommendation, would it?" +asked Casper. He always had a good deal of +audacity about him, but this made Mr. Wiggins +open his eyes in surprise.</p> + +<p>"Not from me, you can't," he answered. +"You will have to go somewhere else to get +it."</p> + +<p>Casper put on his cap and left the office, +and on the way to the pool-room, where he +expected to find Claus, he blamed everybody +but himself for the disgrace he had got into. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">95</a></span> +He blamed Claus, although it is hard to see +what that man had done, for he worked as +hard as anybody could to get that box; but +he reproached Julian Gray more than all for +his interference in the matter.</p> + +<p>"Come to think of it, I don't know but I +am to blame a little myself," said he, after he +had thought the affair all over. "Why did I +not dig out the moment I got that box? I +would have been in Denver by this time, and +enjoying my wealth. It beats the world what +luck some people do have."</p> + +<p>But Claus was not in the pool-room. He +wanted to be alone, so that he could think +over the matter, and he had gone out where +he would be by himself. The barkeeper did +not know where he had gone, and Casper +went home to change his clothes. As he +pulled his uniform off he told himself that it +would be a long time before he ever wore it +again. Then he threw himself into a chair +and tried to determine what he should do +next.</p> + +<p>"I have just ten dollars," he mused, taking +the bill from his pocket, "and what I shall do +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">96</a></span> +when that is gone is another and a deeper +question. I'll bet that Claus don't get any +cigars out of me to-night."</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Julian Gray came in from delivering +his message. His face was flushed, +and he acted as though he had been running. +He made his report, and then went into the +back room in obedience to a sign from Mr. +Wiggins.</p> + +<p>"Well, Julian, your box is still safe," said +the latter.</p> + +<p>"Has that Dutchman been around here?" +asked Julian.</p> + +<p>Mr. Wiggins said he had, and then went +on to give the boy a complete history of what +Claus had done to secure the box.</p> + +<p>"I got rid of him very easily," said Mr. +Wiggins. "I told him that it would be well +for him to write to some German friends in +Chicago, where he said he lived, and he said +he was going up there on business and would +bring the letters back with him. I found out +that his name is Claus, and that he hangs out +in a pool-room. You don't know him, do +you?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">97</a></span></p> + +<p>No, Julian could not say that he had ever +heard of him before.</p> + +<p>"Well, don't you let the box go without +seeing me about it."</p> + +<p>"Nobody shall have it. Mr. Wiggins, I +don't know how to thank you for what you +have done."</p> + +<p>"You are a good boy, Julian, and the only +thing I have against you is that you will hang +around that express office so much. Some +day I am going to give you a good scolding +for that."</p> + +<p>"You will never hear of my being there +again. I am done going there forever."</p> + +<p>"I don't think you will have to do it any +more. You have your fortune, easy enough."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mr. Wiggins! Do you think it is +ours sure enough?"</p> + +<p>"Well, perhaps I ought not to speak so +positively; it is hard to tell at this stage of the +game. I <i>hope</i> you have."</p> + +<p>Julian was delighted to hear Mr. Wiggins +talk in this way, but before he could ask him +any more questions that gentleman had gone +back into the office. He then went out and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">98</a></span> +looked around for Casper. One of the boys +told him he believed Casper had got the +"sack," for he put on his cap and left the +office.</p> + +<p>"I don't know what he has been doing," +said the boy; "do you?"</p> + +<p>"Mr. Wiggins knows, and he will not tell," +replied Julian. "I wonder what the poor +fellow will do now?"</p> + +<p>Julian was impatient for night to come, so +that he could go home and see Jack about it. +It came at last, and Julian never broke a trot +until he ran up the stairs and burst into his +room.</p> + +<p>"Well?" said Jack. "You look happy. +Tell us all about that Dutchman."</p> + +<p>"There is not much to tell. His name is +Claus, and he lives in a pool-room."</p> + +<p>"I knew I was not mistaken in him," said +Jack, taking his usual seat by throwing his +leg over the table. "That man had better go +somewhere else."</p> + +<p>But that he did not feel inclined to go +somewhere else just then was evident, for just +as Jack pronounced his name the boys heard +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">99</a></span> +his step coming up the stairs. He had a peculiar +step, which, once heard, could not be +forgotten.</p> + +<p>"Well, he is coming again," said Julian. +"Now, what are you going to say to him?"</p> + +<p>"That depends upon what he has to say to +me," said Jack. "Go to the door, let him in, +and put out a chair for him."</p> + +<p>He rapped on the door the minute he got +there, and Julian opened it for him. He +looked closely from one to the other of the +boys, but did not see anything in their faces +to make him hide what he had on his mind. +He had a new plan, but it did not promise as +well as the one which had been defeated by +Mr. Wiggins. He wanted to induce one of +them to get the box for him and let him read +the papers that were in it. If he could prevail +upon them to bring the box out of the +bank, he was certain that in some way he +could get an opportunity to steal it. He did +not intend to go about it slyly; he intended +to take it, open and above-board, and let Jack +and Julian help themselves if they could. +He was certain that a revolver, presented at +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">100</a></span> +their heads and cocked, would surely keep +them quiet until he had locked the door and +got into the street. Where he would go after +that he neither knew nor cared. What he +wanted was to get possession of the box.</p> + +<p>"Ah! Good-evening," said Claus, bowing +very politely. "I came back to see you +about that box."</p> + +<p>"Take a chair," said Jack. "What about +the box?"</p> + +<p>"Mr. Wiggins said it was in the bank," +said Claus, "and I want to know if you could +get it out of there and let me read the letter +and the papers. You see, the thing may not +be for me, and I don't want to go home and +bother my friends about it until I know what +the box contains."</p> + +<p>"Oh! your friends won't care anything +about that," said Jack. "You tell them that +the box is for you, and they will give you all +the letters you want. Besides, I don't think +Mr. Wiggins would agree to what you ask."</p> + +<p>The German did not like the way Julian +was acting. He had kept his eyes roaming +from one to the other; but, although the boy +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">101</a></span> +occupied his favorite position, with his hands +buried in his pockets and his feet spread out, +his expression was different from what it had +been the night before. There was a smile on +his face, and it would not have taken very +much to set him to laughing outright. Claus +began to think there was something up.</p> + +<p>"Why, the box is your own, ain't it?" +asked Claus. "You can do what you please +with it."</p> + +<p>"Not now, we can't. We have told Mr. +Wiggins that we wanted him to watch over it +for us, and he will have to be present when +you read the papers."</p> + +<p>"Then you can't get it for me?"</p> + +<p>"No, I don't believe I could, Mr. Claus. +You don't need anybody to give you a recommend. +Go to some of your friends here——"</p> + +<p>"Claus! Claus! That is not my name. +My name is Haberstro."</p> + +<p>Julian grinned broadly, and even Jack did +not appear to be above merriment.</p> + +<p>"What do you mean by applying that +name to me?" exclaimed Claus. "There is +my card." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">102</a></span></p> + +<p>"I don't want to see it. I have one already. +Your name is Claus, you live in a billiard +saloon, and you got a full history of this box +from Casper Nevins."</p> + +<p>"Young man, I will have you arrested before +you are an hour older!" said Claus, getting +upon his feet. "I come here and ask a +civil question of you, and you insult me!"</p> + +<p>"Do so, and we will have Casper arrested +for burglary and you for trying to obtain +money under false pretenses. The sooner +you get about it the better it will suit us."</p> + +<p>"Very well—I will have a policeman here +in less than ten minutes!"</p> + +<p>Mr. Claus went out, and this time he did +not bow himself through the door as he had +done the night before. The boys heard him +going downstairs, and then turned and looked +at each other.</p> + +<p>"Somebody has been posting those fellows," +said Claus, as he hurried away toward +Casper's room. "I wonder if there was a detective +in there while I was at the office? +Two attempts have failed, but the third is +always successful." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">103</a></span></p> + +<p>Claus was almost beside himself with fury, +but he retained his wits sufficiently to guide +him on the road to Casper's room. He found +the boy in, seated in a chair, with his elbows +on his knees, trying his best to make up his +mind what he was going to do, now that he +had been discharged from the telegraph office. +He had sat that way ever since eleven o'clock +in the forenoon, and had not been able to determine +upon anything. The first intimation +he had that anybody was coming was when +the door was thrown open and Claus came in, +muttering something under his breath that +sounded a good deal like oaths.</p> + +<p>"There is no need that you should say anything," +said Casper. "You have failed."</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir, I have; failed utterly and plump," +said Claus.</p> + +<p>"And I have been discharged."</p> + +<p>"Whew!" whistled Claus. "You are in a +fix, aren't you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, and I don't know what I shall do +now. Tell me your story, and I will tell you +mine."</p> + +<p>"Have you a cigar handy?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">104</a></span></p> + +<p>"No; and I have no money."</p> + +<p>"How long before you will be paid?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, it will be two weeks yet."</p> + +<p>"Then I will have to go down and get +some cigars myself. I can think more clearly +while my jaws are puffing than I can without."</p> + +<p>"You got your last cigar out of me, old +fellow," said Casper to himself, when Claus +had left the room. "I have but little money, +and I am going to keep it." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">105</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER IX.</h2> + +<h3>THE MASTER MECHANIC.</h3> + +<p>"Well, sir, what do you think of that?" +said Julian, when he was certain +that Claus had gone down the stairs and out +on the street. "He had better try some other +way of getting that box."</p> + +<p>"He has failed," said Jack, putting a frying-pan +filled with bacon on the stove. "Casper +Nevins is at the bottom of that. I tell +you, that money is safe yet."</p> + +<p>"Do you know that I looked upon it as +gone when he first came here and handed out +his card?" said Julian. "I thought he was +Haberstro, sure enough."</p> + +<p>"I confess that I thought so, too. Now let +us go on and get supper. The next time we +save that money, somebody else will have a +hand in it."</p> + +<p>"Why, will we have to fight for it?"</p> + +<p>"It looks that way to me now. We don't +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">106</a></span> +know anything about business, and the first +thing we know we'll get tripped up."</p> + +<p>"I did not think of that," said Julian, +drawing a long breath. "I wish Mr. Wiggins +were going out to Denver with us. I +will get advice from him before we start."</p> + +<p>"We have not got out there yet," said +Jack, with a laugh. "If we do get there, we +will go to the lawyer who drew up those +deeds. He must be an honest man."</p> + +<p>The boys continued to talk in this way +until the room was swept up and the dishes +washed, and when bedtime came they went +to sleep. The next morning found them on +duty again. Casper was not there to greet +him and make inquiries concerning the box, +but there were other boys there who wanted +to know why Casper had been discharged. +They appealed to Julian, for he was in the +back room shortly before; but he thought the +best thing he could do was to keep a still +tongue in his head.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Wiggins knows why he discharged +Casper, and if he won't tell you, I don't know +where else you can apply." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">107</a></span></p> + +<p>"You had a hand in it and I know it," +said one boy who was enough like Casper to +have been his brother. "Maybe you are a +spy on us."</p> + +<p>"You come out in the back yard and I'll +show you who is a spy!" said Julian, rising +to his feet. "No one ever accused me of that +before. If I am a spy, you want to do your +duty right up to the handle."</p> + +<p>This was something new on Julian, for we +know how hard he worked to keep the police +off from Casper's track. Some of the other +boys turned away as if they were quite willing +to believe that Julian was seeking for +promotion, while some others stood up close +to him, as if to assure him of their protection.</p> + +<p>"If you will stay by me when Mr. Wiggins +comes here, I will ask him before you if I had +anything to do with Casper's discharge. He +will tell you the truth."</p> + +<p>But the boys wisely appealed to him not to +do that. Since Casper had been discharged, +they wanted their skirts clear of him, and the +best way to do that would be to say nothing +about it. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">108</a></span></p> + +<p>"But, Julian, you want to keep clear of +that fellow who called you a spy," said one of +the boys. "He has been jealous of you for a +long time, in fact ever since the day you came +into the office, and just as soon as he gets a +good chance he is going to split on you."</p> + +<p>"Thank you; I did not suppose I had an +enemy in this city. Let him keep watch, if +he wants to. My conduct will bear investigation."</p> + +<p>Julian did not do his work with his usual +energy that day, for he could not bear to +think that one boy was acting as a spy upon +him. He carried his dispatches as well as he +could, never stopping to gaze in at the prize +windows or to make one of a crowd who gathered +around some show that had stopped for +a moment on a corner, and that was as well as +anybody could do. Jack laughed loudly +when he saw what a gloomy face Julian had +on when he told him of the matter.</p> + +<p>"What do you care for spies?" said Jack. +"Do your duty faithfully, and then you will +be all right. In our place we don't have any +such things. The boys are always glad to +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">109</a></span> +see me promoted, for they think they have a +new mechanic to assist them when they get +into trouble."</p> + +<p>For another month things moved along in +their usual way, and nothing was heard from +Mr. Haberstro. Julian did not meet Casper +or Claus, for they had disappeared completely. +He held frequent and earnest consultations +with Mr. Wiggins on the subject of the box, +put other advertisements in the papers, and +finally Mr. Wiggins took Julian down to the +bank and talked to the president. It excited +Julian wonderfully to know that the box was +theirs.</p> + +<p>"I should not wait any longer, if I were in +your place," said the president. "You have +done all that you can to find the owner, and +he does not make his appearance. You can +go out there and lay claim to the property, +and enjoy it; and if at any time this Mr. +Haberstro turns up, you can give the property +over to him. But I want you to be careful +in what you are doing. There are plenty +of Haberstros in the world who would like +nothing better than to get that box." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">110</a></span></p> + +<p>"By George, Jack," said Julian, when he +went home that night, "did I not tell you +that that box was ours? I have talked with +the president of the bank about it, and he +says we can go out there and enjoy that property."</p> + +<p>Jack took his usual seat, with his leg +thrown over the table, and looked at Julian +without speaking. He had never laid great +stress on having that box. He supposed that +Haberstro would show himself in due time, +and all they would have to do would be to +give up the money and go on with their work. +His good fortune was a little too much for +him to take in all at once. A dollar a day +was pretty big wages for him, and he supposed +that it would last till he learned his +trade, and that then he would receive more +money. But a hundred thousand dollars, to +say nothing of the gold-mine! Why, that +mine had already yielded its owner fifty thousand +dollars!</p> + +<p>"Jack, why don't you say something?" +exclaimed Julian. "You don't act as though +you were a bit pleased. I wish, now, that I +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">111</a></span> +had been a mile away when that box was put +up for sale."</p> + +<p>Jack roared. He was always ready to +laugh when Julian talked in this way.</p> + +<p>"I am very glad you <i>were</i> there when it +was sold," said he; "but the idea of owning so +much money rather takes my breath away. I +was just wondering what we would do if some +more Haberstros came up and demanded the +money. I suppose there are some men like +that in Denver, as well as there are here."</p> + +<p>"The president cautioned me about that. +He told me to be careful in what we did. +Now, Jack, when will we start?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know. I shall have to see the +master mechanic about that. You know that +I am as deeply indebted to him as you are to +Mr. Wiggins."</p> + +<p>"Does he know about the box?"</p> + +<p>"Not a thing. I thought I had better see +you about that before I broached the subject +to him."</p> + +<p>"Well, then, tell it to him to-morrow. We +don't want to be any longer in getting out +there than we can help. We want to be +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">112</a></span> +there before the snow flies, or the first thing +we know we'll be snowed up."</p> + +<p>"Are you going to see Mr. Wiggins about +it?"</p> + +<p>"I am. Let us go out to Denver at once."</p> + +<p>"I tell you it comes hard to say good-bye +to those fellows; I have been with them so +long that I hate to do it. If I get in trouble +in any way, they will always help me out."</p> + +<p>The next day Julian talked to Mr. Wiggins +about going out to Denver, and the latter's +face grew grave at once. He could not +bear to let Julian go out there among strangers. +He had always had him under his eye, +was waiting for a chance to promote him, and +now he was going away.</p> + +<p>"I will go down and get the box," said he. +"And remember one thing, Julian: You may +get into a hard row of stumps out there, and +I want you to write to me fully and plainly +of what you are doing. If you want some +money, say so; and if you want to come back +here in the office, say that also, and I will try +and make room for you."</p> + +<p>Julian's eyes filled with tears when he saw +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">113</a></span> +Mr. Wiggins go out on the street and turn +toward the bank. He found, with Jack, that +it was going to be hard work to say good-bye. +When he went out into the other room, the +boys noticed at once that he had been crying.</p> + +<p>"Aha!" said the boy who had once accused +him of being a spy, "you have come up +with a round turn, have you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Julian, "I've got it at last."</p> + +<p>"It serves you right!" said the boy. "If +Wiggins gave it to you in pretty good order +I shall be satisfied. You know now how +Casper felt when he was discharged."</p> + +<p>"Are you discharged, Julian?" whispered +another of the boys.</p> + +<p>"I guess I have got something like it," was +the reply; "you won't see me here to-morrow."</p> + +<p>Julian walked to the window and looked +out on the street, and in a few minutes Mr. +Wiggins came up with the box. The boy +followed him into the back room, all the boys, +of whom there were half a dozen in the office, +looking on with surprise. Mr. Wiggins's +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">114</a></span> +face was grave, but he was not angry, and +they did not know what to make of it.</p> + +<p>"I think I would do this up and send it by +express—wouldn't you?" said he. "If this +is put in your trunk, and the cars run off the +track and get smashed, your trunk might get +smashed, too, and the box with it. Before I +put the cover on I will write a letter to our +agent in Denver. I have never seen him, but +that won't matter; and then, if you want any +good advice, go to him. Come in in the +course of half an hour—"</p> + +<p>"No, sir!" said Julian, emphatically; "I +am going to do my duty as long as I stay in +the office."</p> + +<p>"Well, go ahead; I will give you the box, +sealed and addressed to yourself, to-night."</p> + +<p>Julian went out and took his seat among +the boys, and about half of them felt a little +bit sorry for him, but the other half did not. +Here was one favorite out of the way, and +consequently there was a chance for somebody +else. Presently his name was called, +and then Julian went away to deliver his +dispatch. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">115</a></span></p> + +<p>When six o'clock came, Julian went into +the back room and received the package.</p> + +<p>"You will be around here before you go?" +said Mr. Wiggins, extending his hand. +"Then I won't bid you good-bye. Take this +box to the express office and send it off. +Have you any money?"</p> + +<p>Yes, Julian had plenty of money. Did Mr. +Wiggins suppose that he was going to spend +all his month's wages in two days? He took +the box and went out, and took his way +toward the express office, wondering what the +clerk would say if he knew what was in that +package. The clerk turned out to be the +same one who had given him the box, but he +said nothing about it; and when Julian had +paid the express charges on it he came out +and started for home. As he was going up +the stairs he heard the sound of voices in the +room, and opened the door to find a man +there, dressed in his best, and with a very +smiling face, which he turned toward Julian.</p> + +<p>"So this is the boy who bought himself +rich," said he, getting on his feet "I know +you from the description I have received of +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">116</a></span> +your uniform. I congratulate you heartily, +but I am sorry you are going to take Jack +away from me. When you are awful home-sick, +and are short of money, you can write to +me, and I will send you something to come +home on."</p> + +<p>"This is Mr. Dawson, our master mechanic," +said Jack.</p> + +<p>"I am glad to meet you, Mr. Dawson," said +Julian, shaking the man's hand very cordially. +"Jack often found fault with me for going to +that office, but I struck it once,—didn't I?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I should say you <i>did</i>," returned +Mr. Dawson, with a laugh; "you couldn't do +it again if you were to try it your lifetime."</p> + +<p>"Sit down, sir; we will have supper ready +after awhile, and you must join us."</p> + +<p>"That's just what I came up here for. Jack +is going away pretty shortly, and I shall not +see him any more, so I came up to be with +him as long as I could."</p> + +<p>Mr. Dawson moved back his chair so that +he would not be in the way, and Julian +pulled off his coat and went to work; but he +saw by the extra bundles there were on the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">117</a></span> +table that his chum had been going back on +his principles. There were cream cakes and +peaches by the dozen, as well as sundry other +little things that Jack had purchased for supper. +It was a better meal than they had been +accustomed to for a long time, and if there +was any faith in the way that master mechanic +asked for peaches, he thoroughly enjoyed +it.</p> + +<p>"I hope you boys will live this way while +you are gone," said he, as he pushed back his +chair and declined having any more. "You +must remember that a hundred thousand +dollars don't go very far. There certainly is +an end to it, and the first thing you know +you'll be there. Now, I hope you fellows +won't object if I smoke a cigar?"</p> + +<p>The "fellows" did not object, nor did he +raise any complaint when they proceeded to +wash the dishes. It was eleven o'clock when +Mr. Dawson said it was time he was going +home, and when the boys felt the hearty +grasp of his hand at parting, they told themselves +that there was one friend they were +leaving behind. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">118</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER X.</h2> + +<h3>WHERE ARE THE VALISES?</h3> + +<p>For the next two days Julian did not know +whether he stood on his head or heels. +Jack went about his preparations very moderately, +but the fact of it was, Julian was in a +great hurry. He could not help telling himself +that if they did not get away from St. +Louis, that man Haberstro would appear just +at the wrong time, and they would have to go +back to work again. He donned a citizen's +dress and tied his uniform up neatly in a +bundle, calculating to take it down to the +office and present it to a boy there who did +not act as though he had more in this world +than the law allows.</p> + +<p>"I will give this up to Hank," said he. +"The poor fellow don't have any too much, +and perhaps this suit will help him."</p> + +<p>Jack accompanied him to the office—it was +the first time he had ever been there—and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">119</a></span> +while he was looking around to see how they +did business, Julian found the boy of whom +he was in search.</p> + +<p>"Here's a present I have brought for you, +Hank," said he in a whisper. "You asked +me yesterday if I had been discharged, and +that showed that you were a friend of mine. +I told you the truth; I have been discharged, +and I am going out to Denver. This is my +uniform. Take it and wear it, and think of +me."</p> + +<p>Julian did not wait for the boy to raise any +protests, but laid the bundle down on his +seat, and then turned toward Mr. Wiggins.</p> + +<p>"I haven't gone yet," said he. "We are +going to-morrow night."</p> + +<p>"Well, come in and say good-bye before +you go," said Mr. Wiggins.</p> + +<p>Julian took the opportunity to introduce +Jack, who raised his cap respectfully. He +listened while Mr. Wiggins congratulated him +on his good fortune, and heard some very +good advice in regard to saving his money.</p> + +<p>"I tell you what it is, Julian," said he, +when they had left the office behind them, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">120</a></span> +"everybody who is anybody is glad that we +are going to improve ourselves, and many +seem to think there is going to be an end to +that hundred thousand dollars."</p> + +<p>"I'll bet you that it don't come to an end +with <i>me</i>," said Julian, emphatically. "I am +going to purchase some things that I need, +but I shan't touch the principal at all."</p> + +<p>The first thing was to go to a store and buy +a trunk. Up to this time they had never had +any receptacle for their clothes, carrying all +their belongings in a traveling-bag. They +concluded that one trunk was enough, and, +after they had purchased it, Jack shouldered +it and was going to take it home.</p> + +<p>"Come, now, that won't do," whispered +Julian; "it is three miles to our room."</p> + +<p>"No matter if it is a thousand," said Jack; +"I can take it there."</p> + +<p>"Put it down, and I will get a carriage."</p> + +<p>"Well, I won't pay for it."</p> + +<p>"I <i>will</i>; I don't see what's the use in our +being so particular."</p> + +<p>Jack put the trunk down, and Julian went +out, and very soon returned with a carriage. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">121</a></span> +The boys held a consultation, and decided +that, now that they had a conveyance, they +might as well stop at some places on the way +home and invest in some other articles they +needed.</p> + +<p>"But I'll tell you one thing," said Jack; +"you are keeping this rig too long; I won't +pay for it."</p> + +<p>It was three hours before the friends got +home, and then they had their trunk more +than half-filled with new clothing. The +hackman carried it upstairs for them, and +Julian, having paid him his price, threw himself +into a chair to wait until Jack did the +packing. In addition to the trunk, the boys +bought small traveling-bags, in which they +carried several handy little articles they +thought they might need during their journey, +such as towels, comb and brush; and +Julian stowed away in his a book that he had +long desired to possess—"The Last Chronicle +of Barset," by Anthony Trollope. Jack +could hardly conceal his disgust; he was +going to look out of the window when they +were fairly on the train, and he would see +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">122</a></span> +more fun in that than Julian could in reading +his book.</p> + +<p>"There, sir, I guess it's all done," said +Jack, going to the closet to make sure that +they had left nothing behind.</p> + +<p>"All right; lock the trunk and put the +key in your pocket," said Julian. "Now +give me half of what this room will come to +during the present month, and I will go down +and pay the landlady. We haven't anything +to eat, so I guess we will have to go down to +a restaurant and get dinner and supper all in +one."</p> + +<p>"I think a sandwich and a cup of coffee +would go pretty well," said Jack.</p> + +<p>"Oh! I am going to have a better meal +than that. Where's the money?"</p> + +<p>Jack counted out his share of the rent, and +Julian posted off to see the landlady. He +was gone a long time, but he came back with +a receipt in his hand which he showed Jack, +and then the two boys went out to get their +dinner. Jack ordered what he had said he +would; but anyone who could have seen what +Julian sent for would have thought he was a +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">123</a></span> +millionaire already. Jack looked on but did +not say anything; he was old enough to know +that the change in Julian's circumstances +would make him reckless for a while. He +remarked that he might as well go down to +the shop and bid the fellows good-bye, and +then it would be done with; so they turned +their faces in that direction when they came +out, and in a short time they were among the +railroad shops. Jack knew where to go; +and, after leading his companion through a +long workshop, where Julian would certainly +have got in somebody's way if he had not +stuck close to his heels, finally ushered him +into the helpers' room. He shook hands with +them one after the other—dirty, begrimed +fellows they were, too, looking very unlike +the well-dressed men they were when dressed +up for Sundays—and presently he came to +the master mechanic. The latter threw his +arm around Jack, led him away out of earshot +of the others, and held an earnest conversation +with him. He even put his hand +into his pocket, but Jack shook his head and +turned away. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">124</a></span></p> + +<p>"Come on, Julian; I guess I have said +good-bye to them all," said he, as he led the +way to the street. "Every one of those fellows +wanted to give me money—as if they +didn't know I have enough already. Well, I +hope the last one of them will be successful. +If they want any money, they can apply to +me."</p> + +<p>Julian had never seen Jack look sad before. +After going a little way on the street, +Jack turned and looked at the shop as if he +thought he never would see it again. Julian +did not know that Jack had so much heart +in him.</p> + +<p>The next day was devoted to Julian, who +went down to the office and took leave of all +his friends. Even the boy who had accused +him of being a spy came in for a good, hearty +hand-shake. He did not know how to take +it, but stammered out something about being +sorry he had treated Julian in the way he did.</p> + +<p>"That's all right," said the boy; "only, the +next time don't you accuse any boy of being +a spy on you unless you know whereof you +speak." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">125</a></span></p> + +<p>Mr. Wiggins had something more to say to +Julian. He conducted him into the back +room, and kept him there until Jack began +to be impatient. When he came out again, +Julian was wiping his eyes.</p> + +<p>"I tell you, Jack," said he, when they +were well on their way to the railroad depot +to purchase their tickets, "when one has +been here and done the best he could in the +office, it comes hard to say good-bye. Every +boy—and man, too—has used me white, if I +except that fellow who accused me of being a +spy. But this isn't the last time we will see +St. Louis, I hope. When we get out to Denver, +and get fairly settled, we will come back +again."</p> + +<p>The friends waited a long time at the depot, +for the ticket office was not open; but +they had much to talk about. What sort of a +looking place was Denver? They had not +read much about that, and they had somehow +got it into their heads that it was a little settlement, +and that they should find more wigwams +there than houses. But at last the +window was opened, and, falling in behind +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">126</a></span> +the others, they purchased tickets which were +to carry them farther west than they had ever +been before.</p> + +<p>"Now, the next thing is to get a sleeping-car," +said Julian.</p> + +<p>"We don't want a sleeping-car," said Jack, +catching Julian by the arm and leading him +away. "You can lie down on one seat, and I +can take the other, and we'll sleep just as +well there as we would on a pile of down."</p> + +<p>Julian was obliged to give up, but told +himself that it would not always be so. He +wanted to spend money for something he +really needed, and he thought he could sleep +better in a sleeping-car than he could in +another which was devoted to passengers who +were wide awake.</p> + +<p>Nothing now remained but to get their +supper and call a carriage to take them to the +depot. The boys took coffee and sandwiches, +and during the meal hardly spoke to one +another. That was the last meal they would +eat in St. Louis, and they wondered what the +future had in store for them. Perhaps, when +they got to Denver, they would find that +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">127</a></span> +Haberstro had been there already, and by +some hook or crook had managed to get the +property into his own hands.</p> + +<p>"But I don't see how that could be done," +said Jack, when Julian hinted at this. "The +deeds are in Winkleman's name, and we have +them. How is he going to get the property, +then?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know; but I am afraid he will get +it some way."</p> + +<p>"If he does, all we have to do is to give it +up."</p> + +<p>But this was going to be a hard job, in +Julian's estimation. He did not confess that +much, but it would be disastrous to him to +have to surrender those blocks of buildings. +He thought of it all that day, and while he +was seated in the cars, going with as much +speed as steam could put forth to carry him +to his destination, it still bothered him. The +master mechanic was there to bid them once +more a good-bye, and Julian was certain, +when he turned away and hung his head +down, that there were tears in his eyes.</p> + +<p>As long as daylight lasted, Julian was busy +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">128</a></span> +looking out of the window as they rushed +through the country; but when the lamps +were lighted he began to grow sleepy.</p> + +<p>Julian was sitting on one bench, and Jack, +having turned his seat over, was sitting on +the other, and, having arranged their beds, +they lay down on them; but it was a long +time before they fell asleep.</p> + +<p>"Now, you see, if we had a sleeping-car we +wouldn't have to go to all this trouble," said +Julian.</p> + +<p>"Wait until you get too tired to keep your +eyes open, and you won't know whether we +are in a sleeping-car or not," said Jack; "I +am most ready to go off this minute."</p> + +<p>Jack's words came out true, for after they +had given up their tickets and been furnished +with a slip to put in their caps, Julian speedily +lost himself in the land of dreams, and the +next thing he knew Jack was shaking him +by the shoulder. It was broad daylight, and +the train was still whirling them onward.</p> + +<p>"Can we get anything to eat along here?" +said Julian, looking out of the window; "I +am hungry." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">129</a></span></p> + +<p>"There is a place a few miles ahead, so I +heard the conductor tell a passenger, where +we will stop to get breakfast," said Jack. +"That was the reason I called you. If you +are anything like me, you can eat a whole pan +of baked beans."</p> + +<p>"Baked beans!" said Julian. "They have +something better than that to eat on the railroad. +I am going to get a breakfast that is +worth the money."</p> + +<p>There was another thing that bothered +Julian, and that was, he did not have any +place to wash; but Jack told him that that +would be remedied when they came to their +stopping-place. They rode on for a dozen +miles or so, and when the whistle sounded, +and the brakeman announced fifteen minutes +for breakfast, they left their valises in their +racks and moved up nearer the door.</p> + +<p>"That wakes a fellow up," said Julian, as +he plunged his face into a basin of water. +"We have to hurry, Jack, for fifteen minutes +is not a great while."</p> + +<p>The boys' breakfast was all that could be +asked, although, if the truth must be told, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">130</a></span> +they were not long in eating it. Julian +boarded the train first, and led the way along +to their seats; but where were the valises they +left there when they went out to breakfast?</p> + +<p>"Is this our car?" said Julian, running his +eyes over the passengers.</p> + +<p>"Why yes, this is our car," said Jack. +"There is that red-faced man who sat behind +you; he was sitting there when we left St. +Louis. But what is the matter with you?"</p> + +<p>"Matter enough; our valises are gone!"</p> + +<p>"By George! So they are!"</p> + +<p>"Say!" said the red-faced man, leaning +over the back of the seat. "I saw the man +who took those valises, but I supposed he was +a member of your party and that you had +sent him for them; therefore I did not stop +him."</p> + +<p>"What sort of a looking man was he?"</p> + +<p>"He was a very genteel fellow, but I noticed +that he toed in, and that he had a very +German cast of countenance."</p> + +<p>"I wonder if it was Claus?" said Julian.</p> + +<p>"I don't know what his name was, but he +got the valises. Say! If I were you I would +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">131</a></span> +search the train, and if you find him you can +make him give your property up."</p> + +<p>"We will do it. I wonder if we are ever +going to see the last of that man?"</p> + +<p>The train had been gathering headway all +the while, and was now running at the rate +of thirty-five miles an hour. If Claus, or +whoever stole the valises, was on the train, +the boys were certain he could not jump off +to escape them. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">132</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER XI.</h2> + +<h3>IN DENVER.</h3> + +<p>"Did the man find anything of value in +your valises?" asked the red-faced +man, as the boys turned toward the front part +of the car.</p> + +<p>"He could have bought everything I had +in my valise for two dollars," said Jack, with +a laugh. "It seems funny that he should +want to put himself in danger of arrest for +that"</p> + +<p>"He got a book in mine," said Julian. +"Of course I have read it before, but I +wanted to read it again. Say, Jack," he continued, +when the latter reached the door and +was about to open it, "if the man was Claus, +don't you suppose he had an eye on that +box?"</p> + +<p>Jack released the door and leaned up +heavily against it. Such an idea had never +occurred to him. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">133</a></span></p> + +<p>"He watched us while we were in St. Louis, +and when he saw us ready to come out, he got +on the same train with us."</p> + +<p>"What a lucky thing it was that we sent +that box off by express!" Jack almost gasped. +"Of course it was Claus, and we shall not find +him on this train, either. He jumped off at +that station back there."</p> + +<p>"Let us go and see. If he is going to follow +us in this way, we are going to be in a +fix, the first thing you know."</p> + +<p>Jack opened the door and went out, and +Julian followed close at his heels. They +went slowly through the cars, looking sharply +at every man they saw on the train, but nobody +with "a very German cast of countenance" +could be seen. The next thing was +to try the other end of the train. Jack led +the way, as before, and when they got into +their own car the red-faced man, who seemed +to take an interest in their success, said, in a +low tone,</p> + +<p>"Did you find him?"</p> + +<p>"No," replied Jack; "he must have got +off at the station. We are going through the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">134</a></span> +sleeping-cars, and, if he is not there, we will +have to give him up."</p> + +<p>In the next car there was no one who +looked like Claus, and when they opened the +door of the next car, and entered the vestibuled +part of the train, they found themselves +in an entry which was fitted up in the most +gorgeous manner. A negro porter stood in +front of the window looking out, and when he +saw who the boys were, he stepped up in front +of them.</p> + +<p>"Does you want to see somebody on dis +train?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"Well, I should say we did," replied Jack. +"Some one has stolen our valises, and we want +to find him."</p> + +<p>"Dat's bad. Has you got a ticket?"</p> + +<p>"Of course we have. Don't you see the +slips in our caps?"</p> + +<p>"But I mean a ticket for dis part of de +train. If you hasn't got one, you can't go +in."</p> + +<p>This was a new arrangement to Jack. The +last time he travelled on the railroad it was +when the hands connected with the railroad-shop +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">135</a></span> +gave an excursion and a picnic, and +then he had no difficulty in going all over +the train; but he saw the beauty of it at once.</p> + +<p>"Then we will have to give it up," said he, +turning toward the door. "That man may +be here and have our valises, and we can't +help ourselves."</p> + +<p>"Mebbe not," said the negro. "What +kind of a looking man was he? I will go +over the train and look for him."</p> + +<p>Jack described the man as well as he could +from the description the passenger had given +him, and the negro went out.</p> + +<p>"Just see what we would have got we +had taken a sleeping-coach," whispered Julian. +"No one can come near you except +those who purchased tickets at the depot."</p> + +<p>"We'll come to that after a while," said +Jack. "Wait until we get our money. Just +now it seems as though we shall have to be +constantly on the watch."</p> + +<p>The negro was gone a long time, but our +friends found themselves busy in taking a +note of all their surroundings. There must +have been a good deal of money spent upon +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">136</a></span> +that sleeping-car. There did not seem to be +a cheap thing about it. One or two passengers, +who had slept late and were just getting +up, came in, and yawned, and stretched, and +prepared to go through their ablutions. They +merely glanced at the two boys, and went on +with their work. They did not care for the +eating-stations that were scattered along the +route; when they were hungry, they could +go into the dining-coach and get all they +wanted.</p> + +<p>"I tell you, it is worth while to know +where your money is coming from when you +travel," thought Julian; "one feels so much +safer."</p> + +<p>By the time he had reached this conclusion +the negro appeared.</p> + +<p>"Dar ain't a man on dis train that looks +like the one you spoke of," said he. "Dey's +all Americans; the last man-jack of them."</p> + +<p>"Thank you," said Jack. "Our man has +got off at the station. I hope he will get rich +on what he found in those valises."</p> + +<p>The two friends went back to their own +car, and to the inquiry of the passenger who +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">137</a></span> +sat behind them replied that the man had +left the train as soon as he got the valises. +Then they settled down and prepared to enjoy +their journey; but it must be confessed that +Claus came into their minds very frequently. +If he was the one who took their valises, they +were certain that they had not seen the last +of him yet.</p> + +<p>"And to think that that fellow watched us +all the while we were in St. Louis," said Jack, +leaning over and whispering the words to +Julian. "He may watch us after we get in +Denver. Who knows?"</p> + +<p>But Claus, if that was the man, did not +come near them any more during their journey. +They grew weary, of course, and Julian, +having no book to read, slept most of +the way. Their night was passed in much +the same way that the first one was, and +about two o'clock in the morning they arrived +at Denver. The appearance of the +city, wrapped though it was in slumber, surprised +them. There were as many people +running about in the depot as there were in +St. Louis, and all appeared to have work to +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">138</a></span> +do. The man to whom they had given their +check was there to show them the way to +their omnibus, and Julian, while he was on +the way to it, looked all around for Indians, +but did not see any. The hotel was as large +as those they had left in St. Louis, and almost +before they knew it they were in their +room with two beds in it, the porter had carried +up their trunk, had bid them good-night, +and they were alone.</p> + +<p>"Say, Jack, there's more houses than wigwams +here, is there not?"</p> + +<p>"I was just thinking so myself," said Jack. +"Denver is a big city. Now, the next thing +is something else. It is something I don't +like to think of. That letter which Mr. Wiggins +wrote to the agent here may help us +some, but we have something to prove after +that."</p> + +<p>"Well, don't let us worry about that to-night," +said Julian. "Perhaps in the morning +it will look different."</p> + +<p>Julian had never slept in so comfortable a +bed before, and when sleep overpowered him +he did not know a thing until he opened his +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">139</a></span> +eyes in the morning and saw Jack standing +at the window, with his suspenders about his +waist, looking through the window at some +mountains which seemed to be looming up +close at hand.</p> + +<p>"When we get settled, if we ever do, we +must walk out there and take a view from the +top," said he.</p> + +<p>"How far are they away from here?"</p> + +<p>"About two or three miles, probably. I +believe if we get on the summit of those +mountains we can see California."</p> + +<p>"I have just thought of another thing that +may bother us some," said Julian. "I don't +know whether the express clerks will want us +to identify ourselves before they give us that +box, but if they do—then what?"</p> + +<p>"Although we are in the right, there is +always something to bother us," said Jack, +seating himself in the nearest chair. "What +will we do?"</p> + +<p>"We can't do anything except to write to +St. Louis. There is nobody here that knows +us from Adam."</p> + +<p>That was something that bothered Jack +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">140</a></span> +during breakfast, but at eight o'clock, the +hour when the express offices are generally +open, they were directed by the clerk how to +reach it, and in process of time drew up before +the counter. To Julian's inquiry if there +was a box there addressed to himself the clerk +placed the box before him, and never asked +him who he was or where he came from.</p> + +<p>"Now, the next thing is to keep an eye out +for the telegraph office. If you see a sign +sticking out, let me know it."</p> + +<p>"I see a sign already," said Jack, pointing +it out.</p> + +<p>Julian began to feel a little more at home. +He had worked in a telegraph office, and he +was certain that he was going among friends. +The boys were there, and they came up to +wait on him, but Julian went ahead until he +confronted the operator at his desk.</p> + +<p>"Is Mr. Fay in?" Julian asked.</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir. He is in his private office. +Would you like to see him?"</p> + +<p>"I would thank you first to give me a +screw-driver so that I can take this cover off. +There is a letter in here addressed to him." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">141</a></span></p> + +<p>The screw-driver was soon forthcoming, +and while Julian was at work at it, a hustling +little man suddenly stood before him.</p> + +<p>"Do you want to see me?" he asked, in a +business way.</p> + +<p>Julian had by this time taken out the +letter, which was placed on top, and handed +it to Mr. Fay, who leaned against the counter +and read it. The boys watched him closely, +and finally saw his eyes light up with surprise.</p> + +<p>"This letter has a stamp on it, so I know +it is all right," said he. "But this man Wiggins +I never heard of. Come into the office."</p> + +<p>The boys followed him, seating themselves +in chairs that were pointed out to them, while +Mr. Fay went on reading the letter. He was +utterly amazed, and looked at the two friends +as if he could scarcely believe it.</p> + +<p>"Which one of you boys is Julian Gray?" +he asked. "You are? Then I congratulate +you from the bottom of my heart. You +struck it rich once in buying 'old horse,' +didn't you? How long have you been with +Mr. Wiggins?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">142</a></span></p> + +<p>Julian began, and told as much of his history +as he was willing that any stranger +should know—all except about pulling him +out from under the feet of the runaway horses. +He thought that that was a sacred matter between +him and Mr. Wiggins, and so he said +nothing about it.</p> + +<p>"And how about your friend, here, John +Sheldon?" said he. "You see, I want to get +at the bottom of all your doings, so that I can +explain it to Mr. Gibson, Mr. Winkleman's +lawyer. We know of that man, and we know +why he left; but we want to be certain that +you have a right to the box."</p> + +<p>Jack began and related his story; and although +Mr. Wiggins did not say much about +it, never having been acquainted with Jack, +the tale he told was so honest and truthful +that Mr. Fay could not but believe him.</p> + +<p>"Well, boys, I will go with you to see Mr. +Gibson," said the operator. "It all rests +with him. You see, all these things happened +eleven months ago, and he has collected considerable +money in rent for all these places. +You will come in for fifteen or twenty thousand +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">143</a></span> +dollars at the start. He may want to +ask you some questions."</p> + +<p>What Mr. Fay said almost took the boys' +breath away. They had hardly anything in +their pockets, and to be told that they were +worth ten thousand dollars apiece was almost +too good for belief. They followed Mr. Fay +out on the street—the way he moved proved +that he had come up from the ranks—and up +the stairs that led to Mr. Gibson's office. +They found the lawyer in there, walking up +and down, but he stopped long enough to bid +Mr. Fay good-morning.</p> + +<p>"What have these young men been doing?" +said he, pulling up a chair for each one to sit +down. "More lawsuits, I suppose."</p> + +<p>"No, sir, there is no law in this except +what you have a mind to tell us. Read this +letter; but first let me introduce the boys."</p> + +<p>Mr. Gibson said he was glad to see them, +and then commenced the letter, and before he +had read it half-way through he whistled and +looked at them with intense surprise.</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, you have done it, have you +not?" said he. "Now, whom have you to +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">144</a></span> +prove that you bought this 'old horse' at the +express office?"</p> + +<p>"Read on, sir, and I think the letter will +answer that question for you," replied Julian. +"I told Mr. Wiggins about it. That is all he +knows of it."</p> + +<p>Mr. Gibson finished the letter at last, and +then turned and gave the boys a good looking +over. He evidently was not thinking about +them at all, but about some point of law that +had just occurred to him. Finally he said,</p> + +<p>"I want you to understand that I believe +your story, but in order to be all right in +everything, and leave nothing for anybody to +pick a flaw with, I would like to know what +you did to look up this man Haberstro."</p> + +<p>"If I were in your place, Gibson," said +Mr. Fay, "I would write to Mr. Wiggins and +the president of that bank, and get a full history +of the boys. They will tell the truth."</p> + +<p>"Let me suggest to you, also, the name of +Mr. Dawson," said Jack. "I used to work +for him, and he knows all about me."</p> + +<p>The lawyer took down the three addresses +of the men he wanted to write to. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">145</a></span></p> + +<p>"Have you young fellows any money?" +asked the lawyer.</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir, a little."</p> + +<p>"Will it last you two weeks?"</p> + +<p>The two friends were sure it would last +them as long as that.</p> + +<p>"Where are you stopping?"</p> + +<p>Julian replied that they were stopping at +some hotel, but they did not know which one.</p> + +<p>"Well, Fay will no doubt direct you to a +cheaper boarding-house than that. What are +you boys going to do with this?" said Mr. +Gibson, placing his hand upon the box.</p> + +<p>"We want to put it somewhere so it will be +safe," said Julian.</p> + +<p>"Shall I take charge of it for you? I will +put it in the bank. It is most too valuable +for me to carry around."</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir."</p> + +<p>After a little more conversation his two +clients went out. The lawyer sat for a long +time thinking the matter over, and at last he +got up, took the box under his arm and started +for the bank. He had decided that he would +go to St. Louis that very night. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">146</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER XII.</h2> + +<h3>CASPER NEVINS, THE SPY.</h3> + +<p>"No, sir," said Casper, leaning over and +placing his elbows on his knees, his +eyes gazing thoughtfully at the floor; "you +don't get any more five cents out of me, yet +awhile, to pay for cigars. I have got only +ten dollars, and I am anxious to make that do. +Now, what shall I go at next?"</p> + +<p>Casper Nevins was in a predicament the +first thing he knew. He claimed to be an +orphan, the same as Julian was; but those +who were well acquainted with his history +knew that he had a mother in a Western +village who was a dressmaker, and who would +have been glad to get every cent he could +send her. But Casper never sent her any +money. On the contrary, he often appealed +to her to forward him a few dimes, to pay his +debts for pool and cigars. Claus often got +into him a dollar or two on the games he lost, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">147</a></span> +and his mother was the only person he had to +call on. Now he had lost his position, and +the next thing was to find something else to +do. He was really afraid he would have to +go to work with his hands. He thought of +Jack Sheldon, dirty and begrimed as he was +when he came from the shop, and wondered +how he would look in that fix. And, another +thing, he wasn't satisfied that he could get as +good a position as Jack held. Aside from +being acquainted with the city and carrying +the telegraphic dispatches, there was nothing +else that he could do.</p> + +<p>"I tell you I am up a stump," said Casper +to himself; "I shall soon be sweeping out +saloons, as Julian did, to pay for my breakfast. +I would rather die than do that."</p> + +<p>When he had reached this point in his +meditations the door opened, and Claus came +in with a couple of cigars in his hand. He +did not seem to be at all worried over his +failure to get his hands upon that box, but he +was whistling a jig as he closed the door and +offered a cigar to Casper.</p> + +<p>"What is the matter with you, any way?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">148</a></span> +he asked, when he saw the gloomy look on +Casper's face. "You act as though you had +lost your last friend."</p> + +<p>"What am I going to do now?" asked Casper. +"I have no trade, no profession, and I +must do something to keep myself in grub. +There is no pool or cigars for me from this +time on."</p> + +<p>"Well, let that thing go until I tell you +my story," said Claus, who did not like to +hear a man talk in this way. He knew that +he was to blame for Casper's shortness of +funds—a good deal of his hard earnings was +located in Claus's own pockets—and he wanted +to make him look on the bright side of things +while he was in his presence. When he got +away where he could not see him, then he +could indulge in moody thoughts as often as +he pleased.</p> + +<p>"I wish I had not played pool with you as +often as I have," said Casper, showing a little +spirit. "Every time I have crossed cues with +you I have always been out three or four +dollars. Why don't you play with somebody +else?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">149</a></span></p> + +<p>"Well, if you are going to talk that way +I'll go on," said Claus, getting up from his +chair. "What I was going to say was that I +don't believe that box is gone yet. I have +tried twice to get it and have failed; but there +is a charm in everything. Three times and +out is what I go by; but if you don't want to +hear what I have to say, why, good-night."</p> + +<p>"Well, sit down," said Casper, who couldn't +bear to let Claus go away if he had anything +to say concerning that box; "but you yourself +would be angry if you were in my fix."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I have been that way lots of times. +I have been so I didn't know where my next +meal was coming from."</p> + +<p>"I have been that way, too," said Casper. +"The other night you got ten cents of me, +and it was the last cent I had in the world; I +had to get my next meal at the free-lunch +saloons."</p> + +<p>"I didn't know you were as hard up as +that," said Casper, with surprise. "Have +you money with which to get breakfast to-morrow?"</p> + +<p>"Not a cent." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">150</a></span></p> + +<p>"Then here are twenty cents," said Claus, +putting his hand into his pocket. "Two +meals will do you. In the meantime, if you +get hard up for something to eat, go to the +saloons; that's the way I do."</p> + +<p>"Yes, but you always get something else. +If I go in there and dabble with their lunch, +the barkeeper will want to know why I don't +get something to drink."</p> + +<p>"Then walk out and go to another saloon. +You ain't posted. Now, I want to tell you +my story. It isn't long, and I want to ask +you a question before I get through."</p> + +<p>When Claus said this, Casper settled back +in his chair and tried to look interested; but +the trouble was, he only succeeded in looking +guilty.</p> + +<p>"I have just come from Julian's room," +continued Claus, "and I threatened him with +the police. He called me by my own name, +or Jack did, and I want to know who has +been telling him that. Did you?"</p> + +<p>"I never said a word to him about you or +anybody else," said Casper, looking Claus +squarely in the eye. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">151</a></span></p> + +<p>"Did you say anything to Mr. Wiggins +about it?"</p> + +<p>"Never a word. There might have been a +detective in the office while you were there."</p> + +<p>"A detective? Who was it?"</p> + +<p>"I am sure I don't know. But if he knew +your name, there was where he got it. You +went up to the pool-room after you got through +there? Well, did anybody follow you up to +see what your name was?"</p> + +<p>"There was nobody up there that I saw, +and I took mighty good care to watch out. I +threatened him with the police for addressing +me by that name, and he just as good as told +me to go and get them."</p> + +<p>"What made you say police at all? What +had he done?"</p> + +<p>"I wanted him to get the box and let me +read the papers in it, because I wanted to be +sure that they were intended for me; but he +would not do it."</p> + +<p>"Of course he would not!" exclaimed Casper, +in disgust. "That was a pretty way to +do business, wasn't it?"</p> + +<p>"I calculated, if he brought the box in +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">152</a></span> +there, to steal it away from them," said Claus. +"If I once got out on the street, I would like +to see anybody catch me. I would have hung +around this city for a month but that I would +have got away with it."</p> + +<p>"And what would I be doing in the meantime?"</p> + +<p>"You would have known where I was," +said Claus, bending toward Casper and speaking +in a whisper. "I would have found +means to communicate with you. Of course +if I had got that box you would have had a +share of it."</p> + +<p>Casper did not know whether to believe +this or not. Somehow he had felt suspicious +of Claus ever since the first night he spoke to +him about the box. If the German got it +without any of his help, he was sure that he +never would see any of it.</p> + +<p>"Well, you failed in that scheme, and I +would like to know if you have some other +means of getting hold of it."</p> + +<p>"Certainly I have. Three times and out +is what I go by. My next scheme will be to +steal the box from them on the train." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">153</a></span></p> + +<p>"How are you going to do that?"</p> + +<p>"We will keep watch of them, and when +they are ready to go to Denver, we will go, +too. You know their habits better than I do, +and by keeping your eyes on them—"</p> + +<p>"Well, I won't do it," said Casper, emphatically. +"They may not go for a month +yet, and I must have something to eat in the +meantime."</p> + +<p>"I will give you twenty cents a day and +enough to pay your rent," said Claus. "That +will keep you going, won't it?"</p> + +<p>"You must give me more than that. I +shall need a cigar once in a while, won't I?"</p> + +<p>"Then I will give you thirty cents. You +don't want to smoke more than two cigars +every day, do you?"</p> + +<p>The question where Claus earned the money +he had was a mystery to every one except +himself. When the police arrested him for +vagrancy and the justice fined him ten dollars, +believing that he was going to shut him +up for two months, Claus pulled out a roll of +greenbacks as large as one's wrist. The justice +gazed at him in surprise and said, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">154</a></span></p> + +<p>"I had no idea that you were so well +heeled as that."</p> + +<p>"I have a relative in Europe who sends +me money once in a while," said Claus.</p> + +<p>"Well, get out of here, and don't come into +this station any more."</p> + +<p>"I won't," said Claus; "and I wouldn't +have come in here this time, only the police +brought me."</p> + +<p>"You must go easy on me, because I haven't +too many ducats," said Claus, continuing the +conversation which we have broken off. "I +think thirty cents a day will see you through +in good fashion."</p> + +<p>"Of course that puts a different look on the +matter. Begin by giving me ten cents to get +a cigar with to-night. Thank you. Now, +what do you want me to do?"</p> + +<p>"You are to begin and keep your eye on +Julian, and report to me every day at the +pool-room. Whenever you see preparations +made for them to go out to Denver, you must +let me know it; then we will go, too."</p> + +<p>"But how are you going to steal their +valises, if they have any?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">155</a></span></p> + +<p>"They will leave their valises behind them +when they go out to get their meals, and I +will slip up and get them. You won't have +anything to do with stealing them at all."</p> + +<p>"That is a bargain," said Casper. "I believe +that is the best way yet. But remember—you +must keep out of their sight; and I +will, too."</p> + +<p>A little more conversation was held on the +subject, and then Claus took his leave. When +the door closed behind him Casper arose to +his feet, placed his thumb against his nose, +and wiggled his fingers. That was his opinion +of Mr. Claus's scheme.</p> + +<p>"I know what you mean to do," said he, +in a voice that was choked with passion. +"You are going to get me out there on the +railroad and leave me. But I will see that +you don't do it; I will stick closer to you +than a brother, and when you get that box I +will be close at hand. Now I will go off to +some restaurant and get some supper."</p> + +<p>The next morning dawned clear and bright, +and when Casper opened his eyes his first +thought was to get up; but remembering that +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">156</a></span> +he had not to go to the office that day, he +rolled over and dropped asleep again. But +he had to get up at last; and after a good, +hearty breakfast, and smoking a cigar, he +strolled down toward the telegraph office. +Julian was there, sitting in his chair, for he +could see him through the window. He had +not made preparations to go to Denver yet. +And so it was during every day that the boys +waited for Haberstro to show up. Julian was +as impatient as Casper, and even Claus began +to growl for fear there was being too big a +haul made upon his money.</p> + +<p>"I am not an Astor, to be giving you +thirty cents a day to watch those fellows," +said he. "If they don't begin to make some +move very soon I shall be sorry that I hired +you."</p> + +<p>"They are going to Denver some time, and +if you are bound to have a hand in the box, +the best thing for you to do is to keep on hiring +me," said Casper. "I know what you +want," he added to himself. "If you were to +give me every cent of money you have, I +would just about get my own back." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">157</a></span></p> + +<p>But not long after this, when Casper was +strolling by the telegraph office to see what +was going to happen, he saw Julian and Jack +go in there. The two boys were dressed in +citizens' clothes, too, and that proved that +there was something up. While he was wondering +whether or not he had better go back +and report the matter to Claus, Mr. Wiggins +came out and took his way toward the bank. +In a little while he came back again with the +box under his arm. Casper concluded to +wait still longer, and the result proved satisfactory. +The two friends came out of the +office, and Julian held the door open long +enough to say,</p> + +<p>"I haven't gone yet; I will come back and +bid you good-bye before I start."</p> + +<p>"By gracious, they are going!" said Casper, +so excited that he could not stand still. +"Now, the next thing is to find out <i>when</i> they +are going. I guess I will go and see what +Claus has to say about it."</p> + +<p>Claus was found in the pool-room, and he +was playing a game with somebody. He +drew off on one side, and Casper hurriedly +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">158</a></span> +related what he had to say to him. For a +wonder Claus smiled.</p> + +<p>"They are going to-morrow night," said he.</p> + +<p>"You talk as though you knew all about +it. How do you know?" asked Casper, with +the accent on the adverb.</p> + +<p>"Because Julian has got his discharge, he +is dressed in citizen's clothes, and they will +have to take to-day in order to bid their +friends good-bye and get some things that are +necessary for the trip," said Claus. "Watch +them closely, and when you see a carriage +drive up to their door and a trunk put on, +come to me here and I will be ready for +you."</p> + +<p>"How are you going to get your own luggage +down?" asked Casper.</p> + +<p>"I don't want any luggage," replied Claus; +"I have more money than enough to buy—humph!"</p> + +<p>He had intended saying that he had money +enough to buy all the clothing he wanted, but +seeing Casper's eyes fastened upon him he +caught his breath in time and said,</p> + +<p>"I have money enough to pay for a night's +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">159</a></span> +lodging, and that is all we want. Now you +go and do just as I tell you."</p> + +<p>Claus turned again to his game and Casper +went slowly out of the room. The German +watched him, as he opened the door, and said +to himself,</p> + +<p>"I wonder if that fellow knows what I am +up to? He acts like it; but if he does, I +would like to see him help himself." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">160</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER XIII.</h2> + +<h3>GETTING READY FOR WORK.</h3> + +<p>"I know just what you are going to do," +repeated Casper, as he ran down the +stairs—"you are going to steal the box, and +leave me out on the prairie to get back the +best way I can. For two cents I would not +have anything to do with it."</p> + +<p>But in spite of this resolution, Casper, as +soon as he reached the street, turned his gaze +in every direction in the hope of finding Julian +and Jack; but the boys had disappeared. +He walked along the streets looking everywhere +for them, and finally came to a standstill +opposite Julian's room.</p> + +<p>"They will have to come here some time, +and I will just take my stand here in this +door and watch for them," said Casper. +"They will not take that box with them, +anyhow; it is much too valuable to lug about +in a valise. They will send it by express." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">161</a></span></p> + +<p>This was something that had occurred to +Casper on the spur of the moment, and he +thought seriously of going back to Claus with +it; but, on the whole, he decided to keep still +about it. He was getting thirty cents a day +for doing nothing, and he did not want to +bring that to an end too speedily. Claus had +plenty of money. Casper had seen the inside +of his pocketbook when he took it out to pay +him his money, and he might as well have +thirty cents of it as not.</p> + +<p>At the end of three hours Casper saw the +carriage coming up the street. He was certain +that he was right in his suspicions, because +carriages of that description were not +often seen in that by-street; and, more than +that, there was a trunk perched in front of +the driver. He drew up in front of Julian's +room, and a moment afterward the boys got +out. Casper saw the driver catch up the +trunk and carry it upstairs, and presently he +came down again, mounted to his box, and +disappeared up the street.</p> + +<p>"They are gentlemen now, and of course +they could not carry that trunk upstairs," +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">162</a></span> +sneered Casper, coming out of his concealment. +"Now, I wish I knew when they are +going to start. If things were all right between +Julian and myself I would go upstairs +and find out; but as it is, I guess I had better +keep away; he would not tell me, anyhow. I +stole that box from him once, and that was +where I missed it. I ought to have gone to +Denver at once."</p> + +<p>After some time spent in rapid walking, +Casper once more found himself in the pool-room, +and saw Claus busy with his game. +Claus drew off on one side, while Casper +whispered the result of his investigations to +him.</p> + +<p>"That is all right," said he, and a smile +overspread his face. "You are much better +at watching than I thought you were. Wait +until I get through here and I will give you +a cigar."</p> + +<p>"But, Claus, though they had a valise +apiece in their hands, they have no idea of +carrying the box in them," said Casper; "it +is too valuable."</p> + +<p>"That's the very reason they will take it +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">163</a></span> +with them," whispered Claus. "They will +not trust it out of their sight."</p> + +<p>"I'll bet you that they will send it by express," +answered Casper; "that is what I +should do with it."</p> + +<p>"But all persons are not as careful as you +are," said Claus; and he turned to take his +shot at the game.</p> + +<p>"You need not think you can soft-sawder +me in that style," thought Casper, as he +backed toward a chair and took his seat to +see how the game was coming out. "You +have some other little trick that you want me +to play. Well, if it is not too dangerous I'll +do it; if it is, I won't."</p> + +<p>"There is nothing more that we can do to-night, +but I shall expect to see you bright +and early to-morrow morning," resumed Claus, +as he finished his game and hung the cue up +in its proper place. "Here is a dollar. You +may get yourself all the cigars you want."</p> + +<p>"Thank you for nothing," said Casper to +himself, as he turned to leave the room. +"The last game I played with you you got +an even five dollars out of me. This does +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">164</a></span> +not make me straight with you by a long +way."</p> + +<p>Casper did not rise bright and early the +next morning, because he did not think there +was any need of it. He spent a quarter of +Claus's dollar for breakfast, smoked a cigar, +and strolled leisurely down to the telegraph +office. He was just in time to see Julian and +Jack coming out. The face of the former +wore a very sad expression, and there was a +suspicious redness about his eyes, which +looked as though he had been crying.</p> + +<p>"By gracious! I don't think I would shed +tears if I were in your place," said Casper, in +disgust. "And you are going away with a +hundred thousand dollars in your pocket! It +beats me, how many people go to make up a +world! Julian has been bidding them good-bye +in there, and so he must be getting ready +to go off very soon. Now I will go and see +Claus."</p> + +<p>Casper found his companion in guilt at the +very place he said he would be; and, for a +wonder, he was sitting there alone, in one +corner of the room. He told what he had +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">165</a></span> +seen, adding that Julian could not keep back +his tears when he came out.</p> + +<p>"We'll give him something to cry for when +he goes out of that car," said Claus, with a +wink; "he will be just a fortune out of +pocket."</p> + +<p>Casper had several times been on the point +of asking Claus how he was going to work in +order to secure to himself the full possession +of all that property. He thought there would +have to be some legal steps taken before the +agent, or whoever had charge of those blocks +of buildings, would be willing for Claus to +call them all his own. Suppose the agent +should write to some of the many friends he +was presumed to have in Chicago, and should +get no answer from them; what would Claus +do then? All the friends he had were in St. +Louis; he did not know anybody in Chicago, +and consequently he would receive a check at +the very start. If the German thought of +this, he did not say anything about it. He +wanted first to get the box, and then he could +settle these things afterward.</p> + +<p>"Well, there is only one thing for you to +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">166</a></span> +do now," said Claus, after thinking the matter +over; "you must stay around Julian's +room, and wait for them to go to the depot. +You will find me right here."</p> + +<p>"I shall want a cigar to smoke in the meantime," +said Casper.</p> + +<p>It was right on the end of Claus's tongue +to make a flat refusal, but there was something +in Casper's eye, which he turned full +upon him, that made him hesitate. He +growled out something about not being made +of money, but finally put his hand into his +pocket and produced another dollar.</p> + +<p>"You need not mutter so lustily every +time I ask you for money," said Casper to +himself as he left the pool-room. "I will +have to give up this business before long, and +I am going to make all I can."</p> + +<p>Casper went straight to a restaurant and +got his dinner, and with a cigar for company +took up his usual hiding-place in the doorway +and waited to see what was going to happen. +He stayed there until four o'clock in the afternoon, +and then began to grow interested. +He saw Julian come out and hasten away, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">167</a></span> +and something told him that he had gone for +a carriage. But why was it that Casper got +so mad, and threw his cigar spitefully down +upon the pavement? Julian was dressed in a +suit of new clothes, and he looked like a +young gentleman in it. The suit that Casper +wore was the only one he had, and when that +was gone he did not know what he should do +to get another.</p> + +<p>"That fellow must have received a good +many tips while he was in the office," muttered +Casper, "or else he saved his money. +I wish to goodness I had saved mine, instead +of giving it all to Claus."</p> + +<p>Julian soon came back with a carriage, and +it became evident that they were going to +take the train for Denver. Julian and the +hackman went upstairs, and when the boys +came down again they each wore a traveling-coat +and had a small valise in their hands. +They got into the carriage and were driven +away for the depot.</p> + +<p>"Now, then, I am going to see if Claus is +fooled," thought Casper, as he hurried off in +another direction. "The box is not in those +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">168</a></span> +gripsacks; they are not large enough. Now, +you mark what I tell you."</p> + +<p>"What's the news?" said Claus, who was +loitering at one of the windows of the pool-room. +"Did you see them go?" he asked, in +a whisper.</p> + +<p>"I did," answered Casper. "We have +just time to get down there, and that is all. +You are making a mistake by not taking some +baggage along."</p> + +<p>"No, I am not. We shall go as far as the +station at which the passengers take breakfast, +and then we will stop and come back. +That is as far as we want to go."</p> + +<p>"And come back as empty-handed as we +went," said Casper to himself. "I'll bet +there won't be anything worth having in +those valises."</p> + +<p>It took Claus and Casper a long time to +walk to the depot, although they went with +all the speed they could command; but when, +at last, they got there, they found that the +ticket office was not open. It was no trouble +at all for them to find the boys whom they +were seeking; they occupied a couple of seats +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">169</a></span> +in the gentlemen's waiting-room, sitting pretty +close together, too, and were engaged in earnest +conversation.</p> + +<p>"Those are the ones, are they not?" questioned +Claus. "They are dressed up so fine +that I would not have known them."</p> + +<p>"Yes; they have new clothes on," said +Casper. "They are going off as though they +were business men starting out on a vacation."</p> + +<p>"That is the way we will travel when we +get our money," said Claus, with a wink.</p> + +<p>"And when we do get it you may go your +way and I will go mine," said Casper to himself; +"I am not going to stay around where +you are all the while bothering me to play a +game with you. I am going to save my +money; that's what I will do."</p> + +<p>It was shortly after they reached the depot +that the ticket office was opened, and Julian +went to purchase tickets for himself and companion. +Casper watched them until they +were safe in the train, and then Claus bought +two tickets for Casper and himself, and they +took seats in the car behind Julian's. In that +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">170</a></span> +way they would keep out of sight. They did +not intend to show themselves until the train +stopped for breakfast the next morning, and +then they would show themselves to some +purpose.</p> + +<p>The night was a long and wearisome one to +Casper, who did not once close his eyes in +slumber. He was wondering what was going +to be the result of this new scheme of theirs, +and telling himself over and over again that +it would not amount to anything. It did not +look reasonable that the boys should carry +their box in a valise, and leave it behind +when they went to breakfast while there was +so much in it that needed their constant care.</p> + +<p>"And then, after he gets the valises and +finds that there is nothing in them, that is the +time for me to look out," thought Casper. +"He won't get away from me if I have to +stay awake for two or three nights to watch +him."</p> + +<p>Finally, to Casper's immense relief, day +began to dawn and some of the wakeful passengers +to bestir themselves. He arranged +his hair with the aid of a comb which he had +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">171</a></span> +in his pocket, and then sat on the seat and +waited impatiently for Claus to wake up. All +night long the German had slumbered heavily, +as though he felt at peace with himself and +all the world. That was something that Casper +could not understand. Here he was, fully +intending to steal a fortune from a boy who +had come honestly by it, and yet he could +sleep peacefully and quietly over it!</p> + +<p>"I wonder if I shall be the way he is?" +soliloquized Casper. "I will try this once, and +if we don't get the box I will go back and go +to work—that's the best thing I can do."</p> + +<p>It was not long before a brakeman came in +and told them that they were approaching the +place where they would be allowed fifteen +minutes for breakfast; whereupon Casper +leaned over and shook Claus by the shoulder.</p> + +<p>"It was time you were getting up," said he +in a whisper; "it is time to go to work."</p> + +<p>"I heard every word that was said," said +Claus. "This is the place to which I bought +tickets, and it is as far as we shall go. Go +forward, and see if they are in the car ahead +of us." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">172</a></span></p> + +<p>"But suppose they see me?" said Casper.</p> + +<p>"You must not let them see you. Keep +out of their sight. If they leave their valises +behind when they go out to breakfast, it is all +I want."</p> + +<p>Casper went, but he walked slowly, as if he +did it under protest. When he arrived at the +end of the car he found he could not see anything +from there, so he opened the door and +went out on the platform. He was gone a +good while, but when he came back his face +told Claus all he wished to know.</p> + +<p>"They are there," Casper whispered, "and +are getting ready to go out. I saw the valises +in the rack over their seats."</p> + +<p>"That's all right. Now, when we go out +you must keep close behind me. I will come +in at the front end of the car as if I had a +perfect right there, and if I say anything to +you, you must just nod your head."</p> + +<p>"What must I do that for?" asked Casper.</p> + +<p>"Because there may be somebody looking. +I want to convince everybody that I have a +right to the valises. Now, you go on ahead, +and do as I tell you." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">173</a></span></p> + +<p>Casper did not approve of this plan at all. +The understanding between him and the German +was that he was to have no hand in +stealing the valises, but this looked as though +he was the prime mover in the affair. Before +he could make any further objection the cars +stopped, the gong sounded for breakfast, and +the passengers began to move toward the +door. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">174</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER XIV.</h2> + +<h3>HOW CASPER WAS SERVED.</h3> + +<p>"Come on, now, and remember what I told +you," said Claus, getting on his feet. +"There they go! All we have to do, now, is +to go in there and get the valises. You know +where they sat, don't you?"</p> + +<p>Casper glanced toward the front end of the +car, and saw Julian and Jack step down and +hurry toward the dining-room. Claus waited +until most of the passengers got off, and then, +with a motion to Casper to follow him, he +went boldly forward and climbed the steps. +He opened the door, and, when Casper went +in, he said,</p> + +<p>"Now tell me exactly where they sat, so +that I can pick up the valises without exciting +anybody's suspicions."</p> + +<p>"Do you see that red-faced man sitting on +the right-hand side?" whispered Casper. +"And do you see those valises in the rack directly +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">175</a></span> +in front him? Well, they are the ones +you want."</p> + +<p>"All right! We will have them out of +there in a jiffy."</p> + +<p>"I don't like the way that man looks at +us," Casper ventured to remark; "perhaps he +knows them."</p> + +<p>"It don't make any difference to me +whether he does or not. If he says anything +to us, we will tell him the valises belong +to us, and that we have come after +them."</p> + +<p>Calling a smile to his face, Claus went +down the passage-way, looking at the various +valises stowed away in the racks. When he +arrived opposite the seat where Julian had +sat before he left the train, a look of surprise +spread over his countenance, and he stepped +in and took them down, one after the other.</p> + +<p>"These are ours, ain't they?" he asked, +turning to Casper.</p> + +<p>"Yes—they are the ones."</p> + +<p>"I don't see what those boys put them in +here for. Now we will take charge of them +ourselves." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">176</a></span></p> + +<p>He passed one valise to Casper, who took it +and made his way out of the car, while Claus +kept close at his heels.</p> + +<p>"Now we want to go somewhere and get +out of sight as soon as we can," said Casper, +looking around guiltily, and almost expecting +a policeman to take him by the collar. "I +shall not feel easy until this train goes."</p> + +<p>"Well, we don't want to get out of sight +just yet," said Claus. "That red-faced man +kept his eyes on us, didn't he? Let us see +what he will make of it now."</p> + +<p>"Why, Claus, you are not going in there?" +queried Casper, when his companion led the +way toward the waiting-room. "Julian and +Jack went in there, and they will be certain +to discover us."</p> + +<p>"No, they won't. You follow me, and do +just as I do."</p> + +<p>Casper turned his eyes and looked back at +the train. There was the red-faced man, sitting +by the car window, closely watching all +their movements, and when he saw them enter +the waiting-room into which Julian and Jack +had gone a few moments before, his suspicions, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">177</a></span> +if he had any, were set at rest, and he settled +back in his seat and picked up a newspaper +which he had just purchased. Claus kept on +to the waiting-room, but he did not stop when +he got there. He kept right on through and +went out at the other door, and after walking +briskly for a few minutes, and turning several +corners until he was sure that the depot had +been left out of sight, he seated himself on the +steps of a deserted house, took off his hat, and +wiped his forehead.</p> + +<p>"It was not such an awful thing to get +those valises, after all," said he. "When that +train goes, we will go and get our breakfast."</p> + +<p>"But I would like to know what is in those +valises first," said Casper. "I tell you, you +are fooled. I have felt this valise all over on +the outside, and there is nothing in it that +feels like a box."</p> + +<p>"I don't suppose you could feel anything +of that kind in it, because I don't believe the +box was put in there," said Claus. "My only +hope is that they took the papers out of the +box and put them in here; consequently they +left the box at home." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">178</a></span></p> + +<p>"Good enough!" exclaimed Casper, catching +up his valise and feeling the outside of it, +to see if he could feel anything that seemed +like papers that were stowed away on the inside +of it; "I never thought of that. Now, +how shall we go to work to get the valises +open? I haven't a key in my pocket that +will fit them."</p> + +<p>"I haven't, either; but as soon as we get +our breakfast we will go up the road a little +distance and cut them open. These gripsacks +will never be worth anything to anybody after +we get done with them."</p> + +<p>Even while they were talking in this way +they heard the shriek of the whistle twice, +followed by the ringing of the bell, and knew +that their train was getting ready to start on +again; whereupon Claus got up and said he +was as hungry as a wolf, and that he must +procure a breakfast somewhere.</p> + +<p>"I shall not eat much till I find out what +those valises are hiding from us," said Casper. +"It would be just dreadful if we should +fail, after all the trouble we have been to."</p> + +<p>By the time they got back to the depot the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">179</a></span> +train was well under way; but Claus went out +and looked after it, to satisfy himself that the +coast was clear. Then they placed their +valises in charge of the clerk at the desk, enjoyed +a good wash, and went in and took +their seats at the table. Their meal was a +better one than they had had served up to +them at St. Louis, especially when they were +hard up for money; and, after taking their +time in eating it, Claus settled the bill, took +his valise, and started up the railroad track.</p> + +<p>"Have you a cigar?" he asked, before they +had gone a great ways. "That is all right. +We will go on until we get into that sagebrush, +and then we will stop and look into +these things. I will take just a hundred +thousand dollars for my find."</p> + +<p>"I'll bet you will take less than that," said +Casper; for, somehow, he could not get over +the idea that the box had been sent by express. +"There is nothing in them that you +want."</p> + +<p>It did not take them more than a quarter +of an hour to get into the sagebrush; and, +after looking all around to make sure that +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">180</a></span> +there was no one in sight, they stepped down +from the track and seated themselves on the +bank beside it. Claus did not waste any +time in trying his keys upon the valise, but +stretched out his legs and put his hand into +his pocket, and when he pulled it out again +he held a knife in it.</p> + +<p>"The shortest way is the best," said he, +thrusting the blade into the valise he held in +his hand. "Come out here, now, and let us +see what you have."</p> + +<p>His knife made short work of the valise, +but nothing in the way of papers could be +found. It was Jack's valise that he had destroyed, +and all he found in it was a brush +and comb, and half a dozen handkerchiefs.</p> + +<p>"I just knew how it would be," said Casper, +despairingly. "You will find the same +things in here."</p> + +<p>He had never seen Claus look so angry and +disappointed as he was at that moment. With +a spiteful kick of one foot he sent the valise +out of sight in the sagebrush, and was about +to send the other things to keep it company, +when he happened to think of something. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">181</a></span></p> + +<p>"I guess I'll keep the handkerchiefs and +brush and comb for the good they may do +me," said he. "Where's your valise?"</p> + +<p>Casper handed it over, and in a moment +more that valise was a wreck, also. They +found things in it similar to those found in +Jack's gripsack, with the exception of a book +which Julian had purchased to read on his +journey, the leaves of which were uncut. +Casper took possession of the handkerchiefs +and the brush and comb, while Claus slowly +rolled up the book and sat with his eyes fastened +on the ground. He was mad—Casper +could easily see that, and he dared not interrupt +his train of thought. Claus sat for some +moments communing with his own thoughts, +then broke into a whistle and got upon his +feet.</p> + +<p>"To say that I am disappointed, and angry, +too, would not half express my feelings," said +he, pulling off his hat with one hand and digging +his fingers into his head with the other. +"I did not suppose they would send those +papers by express, for I know it is something +that I would not have done. I would have +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">182</a></span> +kept them by me all the while, so that I could +see that they were safe. Now, the next thing +is to determine upon something else."</p> + +<p>"Do you intend to make another effort to +get the money?" asked Casper, very much +surprised. "Your 'three times and out' did +not amount to anything—did it?"</p> + +<p>"No, I don't suppose it did," said Claus, +who was evidently thinking about something +else. "I guess you have done about all you +can do, and so you had better go back to St. +Louis."</p> + +<p>This was nothing more than Casper expected. +He had his ten dollars stowed away +somewhere about his clothes, together with +small sums which he had saved from the +amount that Claus had paid him, and so he +could pay his way back to St. Louis easily +enough; but what should he do when he got +there? He shuddered when he thought of it. +Here was winter coming on, and unless he +should obtain work very soon he would have +to go out to where his mother lived, which was +all of two hundred and fifty miles from there. +And what should he say when he got home? +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">183</a></span> +He had gone to St. Louis with big boasts of +what he intended to do when he got there, and +for him to turn up penniless and friendless at +his mother's house was rather more than he +had bargained for.</p> + +<p>"And what will <i>you</i> do?" asked Casper.</p> + +<p>"I haven't had time to think the matter +over," said Claus, who was rather surprised +that his companion took his discharge, or +whatever you might call it, so easily, "but I +think I shall go on to Denver."</p> + +<p>"And I can't be of any use to you there?"</p> + +<p>"No, I don't think you can. I may not be +back to the city before next spring."</p> + +<p>"I wish you would tell me what you are +going to do when you get there. You can't +get the box; that will be safe in the bank."</p> + +<p>"But perhaps I can pass myself off for Mr. +Haberstro. I have some of his cards in my +pocket."</p> + +<p>"But you will only get yourself into trouble +if you try that game. There are people out +there who know Haberstro."</p> + +<p>"Well, that is so," said Claus, looking reflectively +at the ground. "I shall have to +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">184</a></span> +think up some way to get around that. At +any rate, you cannot be of any further use to +me, and so you had better start by the next +train."</p> + +<p>"Well, you had better give me some money +before you turn me off in this way," said Casper. +"How am I going to get back to the city +without money?"</p> + +<p>"Where is that ten dollars you got out of +the telegraph office when your time was up?" +asked Claus, who did not like it whenever the +subject of giving some of his hard earnings +was brought up before him. "You have not +spent all of that, I know."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I have. I have just a quarter, and +there it is," said Casper, pulling out of his +pocket the coin in question.</p> + +<p>"I wish to goodness I had never seen you!" +said Claus, shoving his hand into the pocket +in which he kept his money. Casper heard +the jingling of some silver pieces, and thought +that perhaps his companion might be tempted +to give him a few dollars. That would be +better than nothing, and he would have some +money left when he reached St. Louis. "If I +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">185</a></span> +had never seen you, I would have more +dollars left in my pocket than I have now," +said Claus, bringing out a handful of small +change.</p> + +<p>Casper said nothing in reply. He wanted +to see how much Claus was going to give him; +and, once he had the money in his hand, he +could talk to him as he pleased.</p> + +<p>"There are five dollars that I will give you, +and you need not ask me for any more," said +Claus, counting out the money; "for, if you +do, you won't get it."</p> + +<p>"I don't know whether five dollars will pay +my fare to St. Louis or not," said Casper. +"Give me six."</p> + +<p>"No, sir; that's all I have to spare. It +will take you so close to the city that you can +easily walk in," said Claus, turning on his +heel and starting toward the town they had +just left. "You can walk twenty-five miles +very easily."</p> + +<p>It was right on the point of Casper's +tongue to "open out" on Claus, and give him +as good as he sent. Wouldn't he have had +more dollars in <i>his</i> pocket if he had never +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">186</a></span> +met the man who was anxious at all times to +play a game of billiards or pool with him, especially +on pay-day, when Casper was known +to have money in his pocket? But, on thinking +the matter over, he decided that he would +say nothing about it. Claus was a pretty big +man, and there was no knowing what he +would do if the boy made him angrier than +he was now.</p> + +<p>"He is going to be fooled again," said Casper, +as he fell in behind Claus, who walked +toward the town as if he were in an awful +hurry to get there. "What good will it do +him to go on to Denver? He can't get the +box there, neither can he cheat Julian out of +his money. Julian will find any amount of +friends there—I never heard of a boy with a +hundred thousand dollars in his pocket who +could not find somebody to stand by him—and +they will tell him what to do. Oh! why +did I make so great a mistake! I ought to +have started for Denver the moment I got my +hands on that box. Well, I got five dollars +out of Claus, anyhow."</p> + +<p>Casper sauntered along behind Claus, who +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">187</a></span> +was walking rapidly, and when he reached the +depot he looked all around for his companion, +but failed to see him. Claus had gone off +somewhere, and Casper was there alone. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">188</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER XV.</h2> + +<h3>HOW A MINE WAS HAUNTED.</h3> + +<p>"Well, boys," said Mr. Fay, when they +had reached the street and were +walking toward their hotel, "I have somehow +taken a great interest in you, and I am anxious +to see you come out all right. It is the +most remarkable thing I ever heard of. You +did not know what was in that box when you +bought it, did you?"</p> + +<p>"No, sir," replied Julian; "it was all +sealed up. The auctioneer said something +about a miner having hidden the secret of a +gold-mine in it, and I bought it for thirty +cents."</p> + +<p>"The auctioneer happened to hit the matter +right on the head. I will go with you in +search of a cheaper boarding-house than the +one at which you are now stopping, and you +had better remain there until Mr. Gibson +hears from those people in St. Louis. That +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">189</a></span> +will be two weeks, probably. If, at any time, +you grow weary of walking about our city, +looking at what little there is worth seeing, +come down to the office, and we'll sit there +and swap a few lies."</p> + +<p>Mr. Fay continued to talk in this way +while they were walking along the streets, +meanwhile turning several corners, and the +longer he talked the more the boys saw the +traits of his Western character sticking out +all over him. He talked like a gentleman, +and then spoiled it all by remarking that they +would "swap a few lies" when they came +around to his office. He had probably been +out West so long that he had become accustomed +to Western ways of conversation.</p> + +<p>At length Mr. Fay turned off from the +sidewalk, ascended the steps that led to the +door of a house, saying, as he did so, "Now +we will go in here and see what we can do," +and rang the door-bell. It was a very different-looking +house from the one they had been +in the habit of living in when in St. Louis. +There were no broken-down doors to be opened +before they went in, nor any rickety steps to +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">190</a></span> +be climbed, but everything was neat and trim, +and kept in perfect order. A motherly-looking +old lady answered Mr. Fay's pull at the +bell.</p> + +<p>"Ah! good-morning, Mrs. Rutherford," +was the way in which Mr. Fay greeted her. +"Let me introduce Julian Gray and John +Sheldon. They are looking around for a +cheap boarding-house,—not too cheap, mind +you,—and I have called to see if you have +any place in which to hang them up for the +night."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Rutherford was glad to meet Julian +and Jack, invited them into the parlor, and +asked them if they wanted a room together. +The boys replied that they did, and she conducted +them upstairs, to show them a room +that was vacant. They were gone not more +than five minutes, and when they came downstairs +again Mrs. Rutherford was putting +some bills away in her pocket-book, and the +boys acted as though they were well satisfied.</p> + +<p>"Well, you have found a place, have you?" +said Mr. Fay. "Have you jotted down the +street and number?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">191</a></span></p> + +<p>No, the boys had not thought of that, and +Julian quickly pulled his note-book from his +pocket.</p> + +<p>"Your city is somewhat larger than we +expected to find it," began Julian.</p> + +<p>"You don't find many wigwams around +here now," answered Mr. Fay. "We keep +spreading out all the time. Can you boys +find the way back to your hotel?"</p> + +<p>Julian and Jack thought they could find it +if they were given time enough, but Mr. Fay +thought he had better go with them. It was +right on the road to his office, and he walked +off so rapidly that his young companions were +obliged to increase their speed in order to +keep up with him. Before they had gone a +great way, Julian, who was anxious to learn +all he could about their surroundings, asked +how far it was to the mountains behind them. +Mr. Fay had evidently answered such questions +before, for all he said in reply was,</p> + +<p>"How far do you think it is?"</p> + +<p>"I think two miles would cover the distance," +he answered, for he was determined +he would guess enough while he was about it. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">192</a></span></p> + +<p>"How far do <i>you</i> say it is, John?" said +Mr. Fay, turning to Jack.</p> + +<p>"I would rather be excused from expressing +an opinion, but I think we could walk +out there in two hours."</p> + +<p>"And come back the same day?"</p> + +<p>"Why, yes; certainly."</p> + +<p>"Now, let me tell you," said Mr. Fay: +"If you have made up your minds to go out +to the mountains, hire a good, fast walking-horse, +and go out one day and come back the +next."</p> + +<p>"Is it as far as that?" exclaimed the boys, +looking at each other with amazement.</p> + +<p>"It is all of twelve miles. You must take +into consideration that the air is very rare up +here, and that things appear nearer than +they are. You are 5135 feet above the level +of the sea."</p> + +<p>"My goodness! I didn't think we were so +far out of the world!"</p> + +<p>"We have awfully uncertain weather here," +continued Mr. Fay, "but still we regard our +climate as healthy. Our thermometer sometimes +changes as much as forty degrees in +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">193</a></span> +twenty-four hours. Since Professor Loomis +took charge of the matter, the mercury has +changed forty-five times in one day. What +sort of a place did you expect to find Denver, +anyway?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I did not know what sort of a place +it was," said Julian. "We thought we should +find more wigwams here than houses, and you +can't imagine how surprised we were when we +found ourselves in a depot full of people."</p> + +<p>"Denver used to be full of wigwams, but it +is not so now. Until the year 1858 the Indians +lived in peace; but in that year gold +was discovered by W. G. Russell, a Georgian, +on the banks of the river Platte, which is but +a little way from here, and that settled the +business of the Indians in a hurry. Denver, +Black Hawk, Golden City, and many other +cities that I can't think of now, were founded +in 1859, and a host of immigrants appeared. +Since that time we have been spreading out, +as I told you, until we have a pretty good-sized +city."</p> + +<p>"It shows what Western men can do when +they once set about it," said Jack. "Now, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">194</a></span> +answer another question while you are about +it, if you please. If the mercury changes +forty degrees in twenty-four hours, working +in the mines must be dangerous business."</p> + +<p>"That depends upon where you are working," +said Mr. Fay. "If you are at work in +a placer-mine, you stand a good chance of +leaving your bones up there for somebody to +bring home; but if you are working under +the ground, it does not make any difference. +Are you thinking of going out to Dutch Flat +to try your hand at it? I don't know where +that is, but you can find plenty of men here +who can tell you."</p> + +<p>"I have not said anything to Julian about +it, but I think that would be one of the best +things we could do. You see, we are not settled +in that property yet."</p> + +<p>"I see," said Mr. Fay. "Gibson may get +word from those fellows in St. Louis that you +are impostors, and that you stole that box instead +of buying it at a sale of 'old horse.' +That would be rough on you."</p> + +<p>The boys did not know how to take this remark. +They looked at Mr. Fay, but he was +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">195</a></span> +walking along as usual, with his hands in his +pockets, bowing right and left to the many +persons he met on the streets, and did not +seem to think anything of it. Perhaps it was +his ordinary style of talking.</p> + +<p>"I am not at all afraid of that," remarked +Jack. "If he finds us impostors, we are willing +to go to jail."</p> + +<p>Mr. Fay threw back his head and laughed +heartily.</p> + +<p>"I have no idea of anything of the kind," +said he, as soon as he could speak. "I was +just wondering what you would think of it. +But what were you going to say?"</p> + +<p>"This property is not settled on us yet," +replied Jack, "and we may want something +to keep us in grub while we are here. We +have a perfect right to work that mine, have +we not?"</p> + +<p>"If you can find it—yes. Go up there, +and if nobody else is working it, pitch in and +take fifty thousand dollars more out of it."</p> + +<p>"And what will we do if somebody else is +working it?"</p> + +<p>"You had better give up to them, unless +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">196</a></span> +you think you are strong enough to get the +better of them. But you need not worry +about that. The mine is haunted, and you +won't catch any of the miners going around +where ghosts are."</p> + +<p>"Who do you suppose are haunting it?" +asked Julian. "That letter says the writer +worked the mine alone, and took lots of +money out of it, and never saw a thing to +frighten him."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps somebody has been murdered up +there; I don't know. You won't see anything +until you get down in the mine, and +then you want to look out. I heard of a mine +up at Gold Cove that was haunted in that way. +There were a dozen miners tried it, and each +one came away without getting anything, +although the gold was lying on top of the +ground. As often as a miner went below (it +was about thirty feet down to the bottom), he +was sure to see somebody at work there before +him. He was picking with a tool at the bottom +of the shaft in order to loosen it up, accompanying +every blow he made with a sonorous +'whiz!' which showed that he was an +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">197</a></span> +Irishman. Some of the miners retreated to +their bucket and signaled to their helper to +pull them up, and you couldn't hire them to +go into the mine again. Others, with a little +more bravery than they had, went up to put +their hands on the man, but as fast as they advanced +he retreated; and when they got to the +end of the shaft, the phantom miner was still +ahead, and picking away as fast as ever."</p> + +<p>"Then the mine is deserted?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, and has been for years. It is one of +the richest mines around here, too."</p> + +<p>"Why, I should think somebody would +shoot him," said Jack.</p> + +<p>"Shoot him! He has been shot at more +times than anybody could count; but he pays +no attention to it. He is a ghost, and he +knows you can't hurt him. I never saw it, +and, what is more, I don't want to; but I +would not go down into that mine for all the +gold there is in the hills."</p> + +<p>"Did anybody think a murder had been +committed somewhere around there?" said +Julian.</p> + +<p>"I never heard that there was." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">198</a></span></p> + +<p>"Well, I just wish our mine would be +haunted with something like that," said Jack. +"I would find out what he was, and what +business he had there, or I would know the +reason why."</p> + +<p>"Well, you may have a chance to try it. +Does this look like your hotel? Now I will +bid you good-bye, and I will see you again to-morrow, +if you come around."</p> + +<p>Mr. Fay departed, taking with him the +hearty thanks of the boys for all his kindness +and courtesy, and then they slowly ascended +the steps to the office. They had secured one +thing by his attentions to them—a boarding-house +at which the money they had in their +pockets would keep them safely for a month, +if it took Mr. Gibson that long to hear from +St. Louis; but, on the whole, Jack wished Mr. +Fay had not used his Western phraseology so +freely.</p> + +<p>"Does he want us to work that mine or +not?" asked Jack.</p> + +<p>"I don't know. He talked pretty readily, +did he not?"</p> + +<p>"I wonder if that is the way all Westerners +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">199</a></span> +talk? Did he scare you out of going up there +to that mine?"</p> + +<p>"No, sir," replied Julian, emphatically. +"Do you know that I rather like that man? +He reminds me of Mr. Wiggins, and talks exactly +like him."</p> + +<p>"What do you suppose it was that those fellows +saw in that mine?"</p> + +<p>"I give it up. Some of these Western men +are good shots with a revolver, and it seems to +me they might have struck the fellow if they +had had a fair chance at him."</p> + +<p>"But he was a ghost, you know."</p> + +<p>"Oh, get out! If they saw him there, you +can bet that there <i>was</i> somebody there. Some +of the miners had their minds all made up +to see something, and of course they saw it."</p> + +<p>"But how do you account for that 'whiz!' +that he uttered every time he struck with his +pick?"</p> + +<p>"They never heard any 'whiz!' coming +from that man; they only imagined it."</p> + +<p>"Do you think their ears could be deceived, +as well as their eyes?"</p> + +<p>"Jack, I am surprised at you. You are big +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">200</a></span> +enough and strong enough to whip any ghost +that I ever saw, and yet you are afraid to go +down in that mine!"</p> + +<p>"Wait until we find it, and then I'll show +you whether I am afraid or not. Now, if you +will go on and pay our bill and have our trunk +brought down, I'll go and get a carriage."</p> + +<p>In five minutes this was done, and the boys +were soon on their way to their boarding-house. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">201</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER XVI.</h2> + +<h3>GOOD NEWS.</h3> + +<p>For a week after Julian and Jack went to +their new boarding-house they had +much to occupy their attention—so much, indeed, +they did not think of going down to +the telegraph office and "swapping a few +lies" with the chief operator. Their new +home charmed them in every particular. +Mr. Fay had not forgotten that <i>he</i> had been +a boy in the not so very long ago, and the +boarding-house he had chosen for them was +such as he would have chosen for himself. +The boarders were young men who, like themselves, +had come out West to seek their fortunes, +and they were all employed in various +avocations in the city. Jack noticed one +thing, and that was they did not run around +of evenings to any extent; or, if they did, +they went down to the library, where they +spent their time in reading. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">202</a></span></p> + +<p>"Do you know that that is something that +strikes me," said Jack one night when they +went upstairs to their room. "We ought to +join the Young Men's Christian Association."</p> + +<p>"Have you forgotten our mine?" asked +Julian.</p> + +<p>"No, I have not; but I don't believe in +going up there in winter. A thermometer +that can change so many times within twenty-four +hours is something that I want to keep +clear of."</p> + +<p>"Well, where is the money to come from?"</p> + +<p>"Humph!" said Jack, who had not thought +of that before; "that's so. Where is it?"</p> + +<p>The first thing the boys thought of, when +they got up the next morning, was to take a +trip to the mountains. Jack was in favor of +walking. It was only twelve miles, and the +amount they would have to pay out for a +horse would keep one of them a week at their +boarding-house. But Julian could not see it +in that light.</p> + +<p>"I tell you, you have never walked twenty-four +miles in a day," remarked the latter. +"I have done it many a time, but I am not +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">203</a></span> +going to do it now, when there is no need +of it."</p> + +<p>"You act as though you had that money in +your hands already," retorted Jack. "Now, +I'll tell you what's a fact: I am going to have +the same trouble with you that I had in St. +Louis. There won't be any 'old horse' for +you to spend your money on, but you will +squander it in some other way."</p> + +<p>"You will see," said Julian, with a laugh. +"Come on, now; I am going to get a saddle-horse—one +that can take me out there in an +hour."</p> + +<p>Jack reluctantly yielded to his companion, +who made his way toward a livery-stable +which he had seen when they came to their +boarding-house. There they engaged a couple +of saddle-horses which seemed to know what +they were expected to do, for when allowed +the rein they put off toward the mountains, +and went along at a brisk pace. Jack could +not get over grumbling about hiring horses to +do what they could do themselves, but Julian +did not pay the least attention to it. When +they had gone a long distance on the road +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">204</a></span> +they met a teamster, and of him Jack inquired +how many miles they had yet to travel +to reach their destination.</p> + +<p>"Them mountains?" asked the man, facing +about in his seat. "They are a matter of six +miles from here."</p> + +<p>"If I had a good start for a run I believe I +could jump that far," said Jack.</p> + +<p>"Yes, it does look that way," said the man; +"but it would be a mighty lengthy jump for +you. I guess you are a tenderfoot—ain't +you?"</p> + +<p>"I never was so far West as this in my +life."</p> + +<p>The man had evidently heard all that he +wanted to hear, for he started his team, smiling +and nodding his head as if to say that +Jack would learn more about distances on the +prairie before he had been there long.</p> + +<p>The distance was fully as great as the boys +expected to find it; and, when they drew up +in front of a little hotel in the foothills, the +mountains seemed to be as far off as ever. +The proprietor came to the door, bid them +good-morning in his cheery way, and asked +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">205</a></span> +if there was anything that he could do for +them.</p> + +<p>"How far off are those peaks from here?" +questioned Jack.</p> + +<p>"Twenty miles," said the man. "You are +not going out there to-day, are you?"</p> + +<p>"Why, the folks in Denver told us that +the mountains were twelve miles away," said +Jack, greatly surprised.</p> + +<p>"Well, you are twelve miles from Denver +now. These little hills here are the beginning +of the mountains."</p> + +<p>"I guess you may feed our horses and give +us some dinner, and then we will go back," +said Julian. "Well, Jack, we've seen the +mountains."</p> + +<p>"Yes, and laid out six dollars for the horses +besides," replied Jack, in disgust. "The +next time you want anything to carry you, we +will go on foot."</p> + +<p>The man laughed heartily as he took charge +of their horses, and the boys went into the +hotel, where they found a fire on the hearth, +and were glad to draw up close to it.</p> + +<p>"I declare, I did not know it was so cold," +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">206</a></span> +said Julian. "I suppose it is warm enough +in St. Louis. How high is that city above +the sea-level?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know," answered Jack, who could +not get over the feeling that those people in +Denver had played too much on his credulity. +"Twenty miles! I guess we won't go up to +the top of those mountains, yet a while, and +look for California. I wish those horses were +back in the stable where they belong."</p> + +<p>"We will have them back there in three +hours," answered Julian, "and if you don't +want me to hire any more horses, I won't do +it."</p> + +<p>The boys got back to Denver without any +mishap, and after that they were eager to see +the city. Jack did not have anything to +grumble about during the week that followed, +for they went on foot, and there were no +horses hired. Finally, after viewing all the +fine buildings that were to be seen, they +thought of the telegraph operator, and decided +to take him in the next day; so on +Monday they presented themselves at his +office. Mr. Fay was there; and, unlike Mr. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">207</a></span> +Wiggins, he did not seem to have much to +do, for he was sitting in an easy-chair, with +his feet perched upon the desk in front of +him, playing with a paper-cutter. The boy +who came forward to attend to their wants +seemed to have made up his mind that Mr. +Fay was the man they wanted to see, and so +he conducted them into his private office.</p> + +<p>"Halloo! boys," he cried, taking down his +feet and pushing chairs toward them; "you +are here yet, are you? Have you been out to +look at your gold-mine?"</p> + +<p>"No, sir," replied Julian; "we could hardly +go out there and come back in a week—could +we?"</p> + +<p>"No, I don't believe you could. I have +been thinking about you," continued Mr. Fay, +depositing his feet on the desk once more, +"and if you know when you are well off you +won't go out there this fall. I was talking +with a man who has come in from Dutch +Flat, and he says it is getting most too cold +up there to suit him. He has made a heap +of money, and has come here to spend it. I +suppose that is what you will be doing when +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">208</a></span> +you get to work out there—make all you want +in summer, and come here in winter and +spend it."</p> + +<p>"No, sir," asserted Julian, emphatically; +"we have worked hard for what little money +we have, and we know how to take care of it. +I thought it would not make any difference to +us how cold it was if we were working under +the ground; I thought you said something +like that."</p> + +<p>"Certainly, I said so," affirmed Mr. Fay; +"but you will have to take provisions with +you to last you six months. If you don't, +you will get snowed up in the mountains; the +drifts will get so deep that you can't get +through them."</p> + +<p>"I did not think of that," said Julian.</p> + +<p>"Well, you had better think of it, for if +you get up there, and get blocked by drifts, +my goodness!—you will starve to death!"</p> + +<p>"Did you say anything to the man about +our claim up there?"</p> + +<p>"No, I did not, for I did not know where +it was located. I will tell you what you can +do, though. He is going back in the spring, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">209</a></span> +and he can assist you in getting everything +you need."</p> + +<p>"We are very much obliged to you for saying +that," responded Jack, who felt that a big +load had been removed from his and Julian's +shoulders.</p> + +<p>"I am only speaking of what I know of +the man," remarked Mr. Fay. "Miners are +always ready to help one another, and I know +he will do that much for you. I will tell you +where you can see him. Do you know where +Salisbury's hotel is?"</p> + +<p>The boys replied that they did not. They +had been all over the city, but did not remember +having seen any sign of that hostelry.</p> + +<p>"Well, I will go with you," said Mr. Fay +"Come around about two o'clock and we'll +start. By the way, that lawyer has got back."</p> + +<p>"What lawyer, and where has he been?"</p> + +<p>"I mean Gibson—the lawyer that you employed +to do your business for you. He has +been to St. Louis."</p> + +<p>"Good enough!" exclaimed Jack. "He +has found out by this time more than we could +tell him." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">210</a></span></p> + +<p>"I saw him last night just as he got off the +train, and he desired me to tell you, if I happened +to see you before he did, that he would +be glad to see you around at his office as soon +as you could get there," said Mr. Fay. "So +you can run down there as soon as you please. +You know where he hangs out—don't you?"</p> + +<p>Yes, the boys were certain they could find +his office without any help, and arose and put +on their caps. They told Mr. Fay they would +be sure to come around at two o'clock, to go +with him to call upon the miner who had recently +come from Dutch Flat, bade him good-bye, +and left the office.</p> + +<p>"What do you think of the situation +now?" asked Julian, as they hurried along +toward the place where the lawyer "hung +out." "Are you still sorry that I bid on that +'old horse?'"</p> + +<p>"I only hope there will be no hitch in the +business," said Jack. "If he should ask us +some questions that we could not answer—then +what?"</p> + +<p>"We will tell him the truth," said Julian. +"He can't ask us any questions that we can't +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">211</a></span> +answer. Claus and Casper could go in on +telling lies, but that way would not suit us."</p> + +<p>As the boys had taken particular note of the +location of Mr. Gibson's office, they went +there as straight as though they had been in +Denver all their lives, ran up the stairs to the +first floor, and opened the lawyer's door. Mr. +Gibson was there, as well as two men whom +he was advising on some law-point they had +brought to him to clear up. When the boys +came in he stopped what he was saying, +jumped up, and extended a hand to each of +them.</p> + +<p>"I was coming around in search of you fellows +as soon as I got through with these men," +said he. "How have you boys been, out here, +so far away from home? Please excuse me +for fifteen minutes or so."</p> + +<p>The boys took the chairs he offered them, +and for a few minutes kept track of what he +was saying; but that did not last long. It was +about a fence that a neighbor of the two men +had built, but which their cattle had broken +down, and they were anxious to get out of a +lawsuit for the field of wheat their cattle had +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">212</a></span> +ruined. They heard the lawyer advise them, +honestly, that they must either compromise +the matter or get into a lawsuit, in which case +they would have to pay full damages; and +while he was talking to them he proved that +he was a man who could do two things at once. +He opened a drawer and took out two photographs, +which he compared with the boys, one +after the other. It did not take him long to +decide upon this business, and then he devoted +himself to the question of fences again.</p> + +<p>"It is as plain as daylight to me," said he, +as he arose to his feet. "Your cattle broke +the fence down, went in, and ate up the man's +wheat. It was a good, strong, staked-and-ridered +fence, too. There are only two ways +out of it: Yon can either settle the matter +with him, or you can go to law; and if you do +that, you will get beaten."</p> + +<p>One of the men then asked him how much +he charged for his advice, and when he said +"Five dollars," the boys cast anxious glances +at each other. If he charged that way for advising +a man to keep out of law, what price +would he demand for taking care of one hundred +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">213</a></span> +thousand dollars? Mr. Gibson showed +them to the door, bowed them out, and then +turned to the boys.</p> + +<p>"I ought to have charged that man ten dollars," +he declared, with an air of disgust. +"He is always in a row; he never comes here +to seek advice but that he wants to beat somebody. +Do you recognize these pictures?"</p> + +<p>"Of course I do," replied Julian. "This +is a photograph of me, and that is my signature +on the back; the other one is Jack's."</p> + +<p>"I have been to St. Louis since you were +here," Mr. Gibson went on. "I called upon +the men whose addresses you gave me, and +found out all about you. I tried my best to +find Mr. Haberstro, but could not do it, and +so I have concluded that the money is yours."</p> + +<p>"Everything?" exclaimed Julian. "The +gold-mine and all?"</p> + +<p>"Everything belongs to you," answered +Mr. Gibson; and one would have thought, +from the way in which he announced the fact, +that somebody had left the fortune all to Julian. +"Of course, if Mr. Haberstro ever +turns up you will have to surrender the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">214</a></span> +money; but I don't take any stock in his +turning up. Julian, you now have very +nearly twenty thousand dollars coming to +you."</p> + +<p>"But Jack must have half," said Julian, +earnestly. "He has stuck to me like a good +fellow, and I don't know what I should have +done without him."</p> + +<p>"Well, then, that makes you worth ten +thousand dollars apiece."</p> + +<p>Julian drew a long breath and looked at +Jack. The latter leaned his elbows on his +knees, whirled his cap in his hand, and looked +at the floor. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">215</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER XVII.</h2> + +<h3>MR. BANTA IS SURPRISED.</h3> + +<p>"You fellows look surprised," said Mr. +Gibson, running his eyes from one to +the other of the boys. "It seems to me, if a +man told me I had that amount of money +coming to me, and that I had ten thousand +dollars where I could draw on it at my leisure, +this room would not hold me; I should +want the whole city to splurge in."</p> + +<p>The boys made no reply. Jack drew his +hand once or twice across his forehead, as if +to brush away some wrinkles, while Julian +got up and walked to the window.</p> + +<p>"You did not expect to get it—did you?" +continued Mr. Gibson.</p> + +<p>"No, sir, we did not," replied Julian; +"but we hoped to get it. We tried our level +best to find Mr. Haberstro, following the advice +of Mr. Wiggins in everything he told us +to do; but he was out of our reach." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">216</a></span></p> + +<p>"He is dead, probably," said Mr. Gibson. +"I know just what you tried to do, and all +about it. Of course there will be some law to +go through with before you can step into the +property. Do you wish me to take charge of +it for you?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mr. Gibson, we really wish you +would. We know nothing about law, and +consequently we should not know how to act."</p> + +<p>"And do you wish me to take charge of +the rental of your blocks of buildings?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir; go on just as you did before, and +when we want money we will come to you."</p> + +<p>"Well, that is a different thing altogether," +said Mr. Gibson, looking down at the floor. +"The twenty thousand dollars that I told you +of is now in the bank, subject to my order. +I guess I had better go up there with you and +have it changed. You can then get money +whenever you want it. By the way, Julian, +Mr. Wiggins sent his kindest regards to you; +and, furthermore, he gave me a letter which +he wished me to hand to you. I've got one +for you, Jack, from your boss; what do you +call him?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">217</a></span></p> + +<p>"Master mechanic," replied Jack.</p> + +<p>Mr. Gibson opened his desk and took out +two letters, which he gave to the boys. The +sight of Mr. Wiggins's handwriting on the +envelope was almost too much for Julian, for +he put the letter into his pocket and walked +to the window again.</p> + +<p>"There is some good advice in those letters, +and I want you boys to follow it out implicitly," +said the lawyer. "You will always +find me here, ready to tell you what to do in +case you get into trouble. You must come +to me or to Mr. Fay every time you get into +a box. But, first and foremost, don't have +anything to do with strangers. There are +some of them who are bound to hear of your +good fortune, and will take every means in +their power to get hold of it. Don't sign +any papers unless you bring them to me."</p> + +<p>"We have already had a little experience +in that line," said Julian, with a smile. +"Claus came up to us and tried to pass himself +off for Mr. Haberstro, and he is the one +who stole our valises on our way here; but he +didn't make anything by it." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">218</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes—I heard all about this man Claus, +and about that friend of yours, Casper Nevins. +You know enough to steer clear of such fellows +in future. Now, if you are all through, +we'll go up to the bank."</p> + +<p>The boys followed Mr. Gibson out of the +office, along the street, turning three or four +corners, until they reached the bank. He +did not have any business to do with the man +who stood behind the desk counting out the +money, but he simply asked him,</p> + +<p>"Is E. A. in?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir; he is in his private office," replied +the cashier.</p> + +<p>The boys did not know who E. A. was, but +they found out a moment later, for the lawyer +led them into the presence of the president of +the bank. He was gray-headed and wore a +pair of gold spectacles, but he stopped his +work and shook Mr. Gibson warmly by +the hand. He looked curiously at the boys, +but when the lawyer began his story, talking +very rapidly, for there was a card hung +up over his desk which said on it, "This +is my busy day," he laid down his pen +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">219</a></span> +and glanced at Julian and Jack with some +interest.</p> + +<p>"And you want the twenty thousand dollars +changed, so that it will be subject to their +order?" said he.</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir, that is my errand up here."</p> + +<p>The president got upon his feet and walked +into the room where the cashier was. When +he went, the boys had not more than ten dollars +in their pockets that they could call their +own; when he came back, they had a small +fortune coming to them.</p> + +<p>"It is all right," said he. "And which of +you boys was it who bid on the 'old horse?'" +he continued, extending a hand to each of +them. "You are the one? Well, my son, +remember that there is an end to your money +somewhere, and if you go to work and spend +it all without waiting for some more to come +in, the end of it is not far off. I wish you +good luck."</p> + +<p>The boys retraced their steps to the cashier's +desk, and the transfer of the property from +Mr. Gibson's order to their own was easily +completed. Mr. Gibson signed a check, the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">220</a></span> +boys attached their names to a big book +which was thrust out at them, and then the +cashier wanted to know if they needed any +money.</p> + +<p>"We would like about one hundred dollars +apiece," said Julian.</p> + +<p>"Very well; make out a check for it and +sign your names to it, and you can get it all +right. You will find the checks there on that +desk."</p> + +<p>The boys accordingly made out their checks +for the money, and Mr. Gibson stood watching +them, smiling to himself when he saw how +the boys' hands trembled, and how anxious +they were to have everything correct. The +money was paid on the checks, and Julian +and Jack put it into their pockets.</p> + +<p>"You got it, didn't you?" said the lawyer.</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir; thanks to you, we have got it," +said Julian. "Mr. Gibson, I can't begin to +tell you how much we thank you——"</p> + +<p>"Oh, that is all right," said the lawyer, +opening the door of the bank; "only, don't get +into a fuss and lose it all."</p> + +<p>"When we came here," continued Julian, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">221</a></span> +"we had no money at all; now see how different +it is! I assure you that we are not +going to get into any fuss. The money is +safe where it is."</p> + +<p>"Well, let it stay there. I am pretty busy +this morning, so I beg that you will excuse +me. Good-bye."</p> + +<p>The lawyer hurried away, and Julian stood +a little on one side of the door of the bank, +one hand thrust into his pocket where he had +placed the bills, and his eyes fastened upon +Mr. Gibson as long as he remained in sight.</p> + +<p>"Say, Jack," said he, suddenly; "I don't +believe Mr. Gibson had any right to give us +this money."</p> + +<p>"He hadn't?" exclaimed Jack. "Why, it +was his."</p> + +<p>"No, it was not; it belongs to that Haberstro +estate. It seems to me he ought to have +got an order from the court before giving any +of the money up to us."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps he has an order," said Jack.</p> + +<p>"Then why did he not say something about +it? I would like to know when the court +sits. If the Judge finds any blundering in +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">222</a></span> +the business, why, then we are up a stump. +What will we do if this man Haberstro comes +up, all on a sudden, and tells us he wants this +hundred dollars?"</p> + +<p>"Whew!" said Jack; "I did not think of +that."</p> + +<p>"But Mr. Gibson probably knew what the +decision of the court was going to be or he +would not have done this," added Julian, after +a moment's pause. "I guess we are all right, +but I shall feel better when we have all that +property in our hands."</p> + +<p>Julian wished now, when it was too late, +that he had not spoken to Jack about this. +During the dinner hour he was unusually +silent and thoughtful, and the landlady's +questioning could not get a word out of him. +He would arouse up long enough to reply, +and then he would fall to thinking again.</p> + +<p>"I will never tell you another piece of news +as long as I live," said Julian, as they went +up to their room to get ready to accompany +Mr. Fay to call on the miner. "You always +have enough to say at dinner, but to-day you +were as solemn as an owl." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">223</a></span></p> + +<p>"I could not help it," said Jack. "If that +man who owns this property turns up here, I +tell you we shall be in a fix. We shall spend +this before the winter is over, and how are we +to get a hundred dollars to pay him? I'll +speak to Mr. Gibson about that the next time +I see him."</p> + +<p>"I believe that would be a good plan," said +Julian, after thinking the matter over. "I'll +bet you that he has some good reason for it."</p> + +<p>In due time the boys arrived at Mr. Fay's +office, and found him ready to accompany +them. All he said was that he was going out +for half an hour, and if anybody came to see +him he was to be told that he would soon be +back; and then he set off, with his long +strides, to lead the way to Salisbury's hotel. +The boys found it as much as they could do to +keep up with him.</p> + +<p>"I guess you have been a messenger-boy in +your day," said Julian.</p> + +<p>"I was a messenger-boy for six years," replied +Mr. Fay. "Of course I did not want to +hold that position all my life, so I learned +telegraphy at odd times, and got my promotion +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">224</a></span> +as fast as I was qualified for it, until at +last I got where you see me now. That's the +way that young men ought to do—look out for +promotion."</p> + +<p>"We received good news down there at Mr. +Gibson's office," continued Julian.</p> + +<p>"I knew you would. Have you the property +all in your hands?"</p> + +<p>"No; there is some law-business to go +through with, first. We told Mr. Gibson to +go ahead with it, as he did before."</p> + +<p>"That was the best thing that you ever +did," said Mr. Fay, earnestly. "Gibson is an +honest man, even if he is a lawyer, and you +will get every cent that is coming to you. +Now, then, here we are. You will find this +rather a different hotel from the one you first +stopped at when you came here, but the old +fellow makes lots of money out of the miners. +There is nobody stays here except those who +have shovelled dirt."</p> + +<p>Mr. Fay opened the door as he spoke, and +the boys speedily found themselves in the +living-room of the hotel. Before they had +time to look around them the chief telegraph +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">225</a></span> +operator walked up and laid his hand upon +the shoulder of a man who sat with his back +to him.</p> + +<p>"You are here yet, are you, Banta?" +said he.</p> + +<p>"Yes," replied the miner, looking up to see +who it was that accosted him. "I am on hand, +like a bogus coin made out of iron pyrites; +you can't get rid of me."</p> + +<p>"I have brought some boys with me who +would like to know something about the mines +at which you are working," said Mr. Fay; +and he proceeded to introduce Julian and +Jack.</p> + +<p>Banta speedily proved that he was a gentleman, +for he straightway got upon his feet to +shake hands with the boys.</p> + +<p>"All right," said the miner; "if anybody +can tell them about Dutch Flat, I am the +man."</p> + +<p>"They are going to stay here this winter, +and go out with you next spring," Mr. Fay +went on.</p> + +<p>"All right," said the miner, again; "I will +put them where they can dig gold so fast that +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">226</a></span> +you won't see anything but gold coming out +of the pit."</p> + +<p>"But they have a gold-mine up there +already."</p> + +<p>"They have? Where is it located?"</p> + +<p>Mr. Fay could not answer this question, so +he stood aside and waited for Julian to tell +him the whereabouts of the mine. The boy +began by asking him,</p> + +<p>"Do you know the mine that Winkleman +used to work when he was here?"</p> + +<p>Mr. Banta started, and looked at Julian to +see if he was in dead earnest. The boy gazed +fixedly at him, and the miner finally settled +back in his chair and pulled himself down until +his neck rested on the back of it.</p> + +<p>"Of course I know that mine," said he. +"You don't think of working there, do +you?"</p> + +<p>"We thought some of trying it," replied +Julian.</p> + +<p>"Pete, what do you think of that?" asked +Mr. Banta, pushing his hand against the +shoulder of the man who sat nearest him, with +his eyes closed, as if he were fast asleep. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">227</a></span> +"Here are two boys going up to Dutch Flat +next spring to work the Winkleman mine."</p> + +<p>"Well," replied Pete, without lifting his +head, "I am glad I am not going up there."</p> + +<p>"Are the ghosts so awful thick up there?" +asked Julian, who felt his courage oozing out +at the ends of his fingers.</p> + +<p>"You know something about it—don't +you? The ghosts are so thick up there that +you can't go down in the mine to shovel a +bucketful of dirt without scaring some of +them up."</p> + +<p>"Well, you will have to excuse me," said +Mr. Fay. "I should like to see what those +ghosts are, but my work calls me. You will +take charge of the boys next spring, will you, +Mr. Banta?"</p> + +<p>"Sure I will; but they are plumb dunces +if they try to work that mine. I will go +with them as far as I can, and the balance +of the way they will have to depend on themselves."</p> + +<p>Mr. Fay said he believed they could do +that, opened the door and went out, and Julian +and Jack were left alone. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">228</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER XVIII.</h2> + +<h3>GRUB-STAKING.</h3> + +<p>"Sit down," said Banta, pushing chairs +toward the two boys with his foot; "I +want to talk to you about that mine. What +loon has been so foolish as to grub-stake +you?"</p> + +<p>"Grub-stake us?" repeated Julian, for the +words were quite new to him.</p> + +<p>"Yes; he does not expect to get his money +back again very soon. I mean the fellow who +has furnished you with grub and tools, and +such things, to work the mine with."</p> + +<p>"We never heard that before; we did not +know there was anybody who <i>could</i> grub-stake +us."</p> + +<p>"Say, Pete, what do you think of that?" +said Banta, once more pushing the man who +sat nearest him. "Here are a couple of +tenderfeet, come away out West from—where +did you come from?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">229</a></span></p> + +<p>"From St. Louis; this is as far West as we +have ever been."</p> + +<p>"Here are a couple of tenderfeet from St. +Louis who didn't know that they could get +anybody to grub-stake them," continued Banta. +"What do you think of that?"</p> + +<p>Pete, who had by this time got his wits +about him, straightened up, pushed his hat on +the back of his head, and regarded the boys +with some curiosity. Julian and Jack looked +at him, too, and concluded that he and Banta +were partners in working a mine. He was +roughly dressed, but there was a good-natured +look about him that made the boys take to +him at once. There were other men, dressed +as miners, in the room, and they all seemed to +be interested in the conversation.</p> + +<p>"Then I reckon I shall have to tell you +about this grub-staking business," said Banta, +squaring around in his chair so as to face the +boys. "You are going to lay in a supply of +things yourselves, I suppose?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, we are; and we shall have to depend +on you to tell us what to get."</p> + +<p>"Well, there is plenty of time between this +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">230</a></span> +and spring, and we will have time to talk that +over afterward. Now, about this grub-staking +business. There are lots of fellows who +come out here who haven't got the money to +enable them to go prospecting, and what do +they do but hunt up some fellow who is willing +to buck against a hole in the ground, and +get their provisions and tools of him. He +gets half of what they make. The men stay +out there until they have eaten up all their +provisions and then come in; and if they have +had good luck, so much the better. But if +they have wasted their time in looking for +gold where there wasn't any to be found, why, +so much the worse; that man is just so much +out of pocket.</p> + +<p>"Well, along in '90 Pete and me struck +this very town, and we flew so light that we +couldn't hardly stay on the ground. We +didn't have enough to buy our next meal +with; but we struck a gang whom we knew, +and headed along with them for the gold +country. Of course we had nothing, but we +managed to strike a grub-stake and went +prospecting up there behind Dutch Flat. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">231</a></span> +We lit into that rock and dirt, working like +beavers, but the sign didn't come right. It +looked well enough at the start, but it did +not pan out much. We stuck to it for nearly +three months, and then concluded that we +had better go down and get another grub-stake +and strike in somewhere else. So I +stayed up there alone, and Pete went down +and brought up the man that employed us. +He looked at the hole, liked the looks of it, +and wanted us to go farther; but Pete and I +couldn't see it in that light. One word +brought on another, and he offered us three +hundred dollars for the hole."</p> + +<p>"For the hole!" exclaimed Julian. "And +there was not a sign of gold about it?"</p> + +<p>"Now, hold on till I tell you," returned +Banta. "There was a little sign of gold +about it, but there was not enough to pay +Pete and me for digging. We snapped him +up quicker'n a flash, and what does that man +do? He went down to Dutch Flat, brought +up his tools, and set in to working the hole, +and before he had gone two feet farther he +struck the richest vein you ever clapped your +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">232</a></span> +eyes on. He took sixty thousand dollars out +of it. Now, some of you fellows talk about +hard luck. If any of you can beat that story, +I'll give you what little I made on Dutch +Flat this summer."</p> + +<p>"That <i>was</i> hard luck, I must say," said +Julian. "And you lacked only two feet of +being rich?"</p> + +<p>"Only just two feet," returned Banta, +"We might have been running around now +with two niggers to drive the team—one +dressed as a coachman and the other as a +footman. Pete didn't get over pulling his +hair for a month after that."</p> + +<p>"But we are going to stake ourselves next +summer," said Julian. "If we lose, it will +come out of our own pockets. Have you +been anywhere near this mine that we are +going to work?"</p> + +<p>"What do you think of that, Pete?" exclaimed +Banta. "He wants to know if we +have been near his mine. Not much! I'll +bet there are two hundred miners on Dutch +Flat this minute, and not one of them has +ever seen that mine. They have heard about +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">233</a></span> +it, they know there is plenty of gold up there, +but nobody has ever been near it. The last +two that went up there came away so badly +frightened that they packed up and left the +country so quick that you could not see them +for the dust they kicked up along the trail. +They saw something down there in the pit, +and it took all the pluck out of them."</p> + +<p>"What did they see?" asked Julian.</p> + +<p>"Well, perhaps I was a little too fast in +saying that they saw something," said Banta. +"They heard something, and that was as good +as though they had seen it. It first began +with a scurrying on the ground, as if somebody +was hurrying over it. Where it came +from nobody knew; it seemed to fill the air +all around them. Before they had time to +get frightened at this there was a shriek that +made it appear as if the pit was full of unearthly +spirits, and then all was still; but the +fellows had heard enough. The man down +below yelled to his partner to pull him up, +and when he found himself safe on top he +laid down on the ground and swore he would +never go down there again. Oh, you boys +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">234</a></span> +have something to face, if you are going up +there!"</p> + +<p>"Could not the sound they heard have +been occasioned by bats that had been disturbed +while trying to take a rest?" asked +Julian. "He had a light, of course."</p> + +<p>"Bats!" exclaimed Banta, with deep disgust; +"it was a great deal larger than bats. +And he could have seen them if he had a +light, could he not?"</p> + +<p>"And, besides, bats don't shriek that way," +said a miner who had not spoken before. +"There used to be a miner who was working +that pit along with Winkleman——"</p> + +<p>"You hold your yawp," exclaimed Banta, +fiercely; "I am telling the boys nothing but +facts. I want them to know just what they +have to face. I don't go into any of this +cock-and-bull story about a dead miner. If +that man died up there, and was buried, he's +there yet, and he can't come out to work in +the pit any more."</p> + +<p>"What about him?" asked Julian. "We +want to know everything connected with the +mine, then we will be prepared for anything." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">235</a></span></p> + +<p>"But this thing is not connected with the +mine," said Banta; "it is some sort of a story +the miners have, and there is not a word of +truth in it. They tell about a miner being +seen there by everyone who goes down, and +when you try to get up to him, he is not there. +He goes farther and farther away every time +you approach him."</p> + +<p>"We have heard that story before," said +Julian, with a smile; "Mr. Fay knows all +about it."</p> + +<p>"Then of course you don't believe it. I +have told you the truth about the mine, and +now you can go up with me next spring or +stay away, just as you have a mind to."</p> + +<p>"Oh, we will go with you," said Julian. +"I never was interested in any property yet +that I was afraid to work just on account of +some things you could not see. When we +bid you good-bye at Dutch Flat we shall +know what there is in that mine before we +come back."</p> + +<p>"I like your pluck," said Banta; and the +look of admiration he bestowed upon Julian +more than confirmed his words. "If you +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">236</a></span> +live up to that, I hope you will get some +gold."</p> + +<p>"They say that gold is plenty up there," +said another miner. "They say it is lying +around under your feet."</p> + +<p>"And you never went there to get it!" exclaimed +Julian with surprise.</p> + +<p>"It isn't as thick as that," said Banta. +"Probably every bucketful you send up to be +washed will yield you from ten to fifty dollars. +You will get rich at that rate."</p> + +<p>"Well, I guess we have troubled you long +enough," said Julian, rising to his feet. "We +are really obliged to you, Mr. Banta, for offering +to take charge of us, although we are +nothing but tenderfeet. There are no Indians +out there, are there?"</p> + +<p>"Indians!—no; and if there were some on +the warpath, we have miners enough up there +to make them hunt their holes."</p> + +<p>"I am glad of that; we don't want anything +to do with those savages, after what we +have read about them. We will see you again, +Mr. Banta."</p> + +<p>"Do so, and the next time I will tell you +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">237</a></span> +what things you want to buy, to make your +enterprise successful. Good-morning."</p> + +<p>"There's two boys that have gone plumb +crazy," said one of the miners, after the door +had closed upon Julian and Jack. "I wonder +how they got that mine, in the first +place?"</p> + +<p>"The boys are bound to get gold there, if +they can stick it out," said another. "One +of the men who came down from there showed +me a piece of metal as big as a marble, which +he had picked up on the bottom of that pit; +but the trouble is, can they stick it out?"</p> + +<p>"I believe <i>they</i> will," said Banta, settling +down in his chair once more. "That boy +who did most of the talking is one who has +plenty of 'sand' to see him through. After +they get fairly settled, I believe I'll go up +and see how they are getting along."</p> + +<p>"Then you will go without me," said Pete; +"I am as close to that mine as I want to be."</p> + +<p>"Well, Jack," said Julian, as he buttoned +his coat, "what do you think of our mine? +Shall we go up and try it? The miners all +think there is gold up there." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">238</a></span></p> + +<p>"We will have plenty of time to talk about +that between this time and spring," returned +Jack. "Mr. Haberstro may come up before +we get ready to start, and demand his money."</p> + +<p>"I have no fears on that score," replied +Julian. "Did not the lawyer say that he did +not look for that? But, Jack, I really believe +you are afraid of that mine."</p> + +<p>"You need not be. When we get up +there, and get things fixed, I will be the first +to go into it."</p> + +<p>"All right. I'll stand back and let you. +Now, Jack, what are we going to do this winter? +We can't sit around all the time without +something to occupy our minds."</p> + +<p>"I have been thinking about that. Let us +call on Mr. Fay, and see what he says."</p> + +<p>Julian thought this a piece of advice worth +acting upon, and they bent their steps toward +Mr. Fay's office, where they found him seated, +as before, with his feet on the desk in front +of him. When he saw who his visitors were, +he jumped up hastily and seized each of them +by the arm with a firm grip.</p> + +<p>"Oh, boys, you surely haven't made up +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">239</a></span> +your minds to go up to that mine next spring, +have you?" he asked, almost in a whisper.</p> + +<p>"Why, yes, sir," said Julian, somewhat +surprised by the man's actions. "I reckon it +is ours, and we want to see what gold is to be +found in it."</p> + +<p>"But think of the ghosts you will have to +contend with," said Mr. Fay. "You will +hear scurrying of feet—What was that?" +he continued, looking toward a distant part of +his office and pulling the boys around in front +of him. "I am certain there is a ghost there."</p> + +<p>Julian and Jack began to see into the matter +now. The man was so full of his fun that +he could not keep it in under any circumstances, +and it had come to the surface when +he saw the boys come into his office. Perhaps +a lingering smile around his mouth had something +to do with it.</p> + +<p>"I don't believe you heard any ghost +there," said Julian; "they are so busy up +there at the mine that they have no time to +come down here to trouble you."</p> + +<p>"All right, boys; sit down. What did +Banta say the spirits looked like?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">240</a></span></p> + +<p>Julian replied that he could not tell, for he +had not seen them; and with this as an introduction +he went on and repeated the miner's +conversation as nearly as he could recall it. +Mr. Fay listened, highly amused, and when +Julian ceased speaking he said,</p> + +<p>"If you can see them, what's the use of +your being afraid? And as for that phantom +miner, that happened a long ways from here. +I ought to be kicked for trying to frighten +you."</p> + +<p>"It will take something more than that to +scare us out," said Julian. "Now, Mr. Fay, +we want to ask your advice."</p> + +<p>"I am ready to give it. Do you want to +invest some property in a gold-mine?"</p> + +<p>No; Julian assured him that it had no +reference to their property, which was not +theirs yet until the court had passed upon it, +but it was in regard to their going to school +in order to learn something. Mr. Fay was +all attention now, and when Julian spoke of +joining some mercantile academy, he slapped +his hands down upon his knees as if that was +the best thing the boys could do. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">241</a></span></p> + +<p>"I have no fears that your money will not +prove useful to you," said he; "the idea of +your wanting to go to school is a big feather +in your caps. Some young men, with such +an amount of money as you have coming to +you, would loaf around and do nothing until +their funds were all gone; but you don't act +that way. Believe me, there is an end to that +hundred thousand dollars somewhere."</p> + +<p>"That is just what the president of the +bank told us when we called upon him," said +Julian. "We have worked so hard for the +little money we have that we intend to take +care of it. But, Mr. Fay, we don't believe +that Mr. Gibson did right in giving us these +funds."</p> + +<p>"What's the reason you don't?"</p> + +<p>"Why, he said he would have to get word +from the court before all the property could +be turned over to us—"</p> + +<p>"Oh, that's all right; Mr. Gibson knew +what he was doing. You will find it all +right when the Judge hears the case. Now, +do you know where the business college is +situated?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">242</a></span></p> + +<p>Julian was not so sure about that, but he +received certain instructions from Mr. Fay +that made him think he could find it; so the +boys put on their caps and went out. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">243</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER XIX.</h2> + +<h3>GOING TO SCHOOL.</h3> + +<p>"Is the boss mechanic anywhere about?" +asked Jack, who chanced to be the first +who entered the college when they found it.</p> + +<p>They had opened a door, and found themselves +in one of the study-rooms of the school. +There were fifty men and women there, all interested +with their books, and the best of order +prevailed. A young man, whose seat was near +the door, on seeing that the boys were strangers, +had arisen and asked them what he could +do for them.</p> + +<p>"The boss mechanic?" he repeated, in a +surprised tone.</p> + +<p>"He means the man who is at the head of +this institution," said Julian. We want to see +him for a few minutes, if you please."</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes," said the young man, as he +gave Jack a looking over. "I guess you have +worked at manual labor all your life." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">244</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes, I have," replied Jack; "I have done +nothing but lift heavy iron for a good many +years, and now I want to find an easier way +of making a living."</p> + +<p>"You have come to the right place to find +it. Step this way."</p> + +<p>The student led the way around the room, +passing close to the scholars, some of whom +merely glanced up, others paying not the least +attention to them, until he opened a door and +ushered them into a private office. He introduced +the boys as persons who had come there +to see the "boss mechanic," and then went +out; while a pleasant-faced, elderly gentleman +replied that he was the "boss mechanic" of +that school, and asked them what they wanted. +Jack, who had made a blunder by the first +question he asked, remained silent, leaving +Julian to do all the talking.</p> + +<p>"We want to get an education," said Julian.</p> + +<p>"Well, that is what this school can give +you," said the man. "What do you want to +study?"</p> + +<p>"Stenography and type-writing." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">245</a></span></p> + +<p>"And you?" he added, turning to Jack.</p> + +<p>"Bookkeeping and writing; I write a fearful +hand."</p> + +<p>The superintendent, having made a start +with the boys, invited them to sit down, and +in a few minutes he learned something of the +boys' history, and what occupation they had +been engaged in previous to coming to Denver. +Without telling him anything of their +circumstances, they chanced to mention the +names of Mr. Fay and Mr. Gibson, and after +that Julian thought he seemed to take more +interest in them. After a little conversation +the boys pulled out their roll of bills and paid +for six months' instruction and the books they +would need, and then arose to go, after telling +him they would be on hand in the morning, +ready to go to work.</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you what's a fact," said Jack, +pausing on the stairs and pulling out his diminished +roll of bills; "we will have to go +to the bank and get some more money, the +first thing you know."</p> + +<p>"That is so," replied Julian. "And I have +just thought of another thing. Did you see +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">246</a></span> +how neatly all those students were dressed? +I am going to draw two hundred dollars—"</p> + +<p>"Man alive!" said Jack, appalled by the +sum mentioned. "Suppose Mr. Haberstro +comes up—"</p> + +<p>"I don't bother my head about him. We +will go and get some money, and then we will +go to a tailor's and get some clothes worth +having. If Mr. Haberstro is going to appear, +Mr. Gibson will show us the way out."</p> + +<p>Jack was not convinced by any means, but +he kept close by Julian's side until he reached +the bank. Julian made out the check for him +and he signed his name, and the money was +paid to each of them without a word of protest. +Jack felt a little uneasy after that. He +did not like to have so much money about +him. He carried his left hand in the pocket +where he had placed the bills, and looked +at every roughly-dressed man he met, as if he +were afraid that somebody would rob him.</p> + +<p>"I don't feel exactly right," said he to Julian. +"As soon as we get home I'll put this +money in my trunk, and then I know it will +be safe." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">247</a></span></p> + +<p>"Don't keep your hand on it all the while, +or you will lead somebody to suspect something," +said Julian. "Now, here is a tailor +shop; let us go in and see what we can do."</p> + +<p>Jack fairly gasped when Julian said he +wanted the finest suit of clothes there was in +the store. He wanted two suits—one for every +day and one for Sundays. Of course the +merchant was eager to show them to him, and +the result was that he ordered the best suits +he had ever had in his life. Jack did not believe +in expensive clothes, but Julian urged +it upon him, telling him that he would look +as though he came from the country among +all those nicely-dressed students, and Jack +finally yielded to him.</p> + +<p>"That's the worst expenditure of money +that I was ever guilty of," said he, when they +were fairly on the street.</p> + +<p>"Grumbling again, are you?" was Julian's +comment. "Never mind; you will get used +to it after a while."</p> + +<p>The next thing the boys had in view was +to join the Young Men's Christian Association, +so that they could get some books to take +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">248</a></span> +home with them; and when that was done +they considered themselves settled for the +winter. They went to school the next day, +and from that time until spring opened they +never missed a lesson. Jack was rather awkward +at first. The hands which had been in +the habit of lifting heavy bars of iron could +not accommodate themselves to a pen very +readily; and oftentimes, when Julian sat in +his room, of nights, reading, Jack was there +learning to write. No two boys ever behaved +themselves better than they did, and it was +not long before they became favorites, both +with the boarders and others who came there +to visit. Jack soon got used to his fine clothes, +and wore them as if he had been accustomed +to them all his life. They took an evening +now and then to call upon Mr. Banta, and +they always found him as talkative as ever. +Sometimes they became so interested in his +tales of life in the gold-camps that it was ten +o'clock before they returned home. Mr. Fay +and Mr. Gibson also came in for visits occasionally, +and once the latter took out a bundle +of papers, which he handed to Julian. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">249</a></span></p> + +<p>"What are these?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"They are your property," said the lawyer. +"You can keep the papers yourself, or +you can let me keep them, and I will put +them in my till in the bank."</p> + +<p>"Do you mean that all comes to us?" inquired +Julian, while a thrill shot all through +him.</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir; the court decided so a week +ago."</p> + +<p>"Jack," said Julian, turning to his companion, +"are you sorry, now, that I went to +the express office and invested in that 'old +horse'?"</p> + +<p>Jack could not say anything. He remembered +how he had scolded Julian for that, +and he did not want it thrown up to him so +often. Julian then went on and told Mr. +Gibson what had happened in their room the +night he brought the "old horse" home, and +the lawyer laughed loudly at his description +of it.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Gibson, we really wish you would +take charge of this matter for us," said Julian. +"You hope so, too—don't you, Jack?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">250</a></span></p> + +<p>"Of course; we don't know what to do +with it."</p> + +<p>And so the matter was settled, and the boys +breathed a good deal easier while they were +on their way home. There was one thing +that often came into their minds, and that +was, What had become of Claus and Casper +Nevins? Had they given up all hopes of +gaining possession of that hundred thousand +dollars? Jack scouted the idea. Casper +might have given it up, but Claus would +stick to his idea until he got into jail by it. +He was not a man who gave up so easily. It +is true they had not seen anything of him +since they came to Denver, but Jack was +sure they would hear from him at some other +time.</p> + +<p>"You will see," exclaimed Jack, when he +confided his opinions to Julian. "You want +to be on the watch, or the first thing you +know he will jump down on us."</p> + +<p>"I guess Mr. Gibson can shut him up very +easily," said Julian.</p> + +<p>"Yes; but it may happen when Mr. Gibson +is not around." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">251</a></span></p> + +<p>"Eh? Do you mean that he will come +down on us while we are up at the mine?"</p> + +<p>"Such things as that have happened. +When you see a German you want to look +out."</p> + +<p>Things went along in Denver as they usually +did, and when winter fairly opened on +them the boys thought they had never experienced +such cold weather before. But it did +not interfere with their business in any way. +It was not long before Mr. Banta began to +talk to them about the things that would be +necessary for them to have if they were going +to operate their mine successfully, and the +boys had a lengthy list of things they would +have to buy. They thought they could get +along without some of them, but Banta assured +them that everything they had down +would be of use to them sooner or later. As +time wore on, the prospect of leaving Denver +and going off to the mountains alone, where +they were destined to encounter some risks +that they did not know whether they could +stand up against or not, made the boys silent +and thoughtful. In Denver they had friends—they +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">252</a></span> +were sure of that; but when they got +out to their mine they would be left all to +themselves, and Julian and Jack did not +know what they would make of it. Jack had +less to say about it than his companion, but it +was plain enough to see that he was not going +to back out.</p> + +<p>"I tell you I hate to go away and leave all +the kind friends we have gathered about us," +said Julian, as they left Salisbury's hotel +after Mr. Banta had told them that by two +weeks from Monday they must be on hand +bright and early, all ready to start for the +mountains. "I wish I knew what was in +that mine."</p> + +<p>"So do I; and the only way we can find +out is to go and see," replied Jack. "I don't +believe in ghosts, but I have heard so much +about the things up there in that mine that I +am almost ready to give in to them."</p> + +<p>There was another thing that Jack thought +of, although he did not mention it. Julian +had always been one of the first to talk about +going to the mine, and he was ready to accuse +Jack of cowardice; but when the time for +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">253</a></span> +their departure drew near, Julian did not +open his mouth. Jack thought of that, but +said nothing.</p> + +<p>Mr. Banta told them, finally, that they had +better go to work and get their things ready, +and they set about it in earnest. The first +thing they did was to take leave of the students +at the college. The boys were all sorry +to see them go, and the superintendent said +he hoped Julian and Jack had given up the +idea of a gold-mine, for they were getting on +so rapidly in their studies that he trusted to +see them complete the course. He predicted +they would come back poorer than when they +went away. He had heard of such things +before; and, after the young men had eaten +up all their provisions, they would be glad to +find somebody to grub-stake them back to +Denver.</p> + +<p>"You will see us back here in the fall," +said Julian, confidently. "We are not going to +give up our chances of learning something."</p> + +<p>"But you may meet your death up there," +said the superintendent. "I have often heard +of such things." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">254</a></span></p> + +<p>"I was awfully afraid you were going to +say something about the ghosts in our gold-mine," +said Jack, as they went down the +stairs. "You looked at me several times +as though you wanted to say something +about it."</p> + +<p>"It was right on the end of my tongue," +said Julian, "but I thought I had better keep +still about it. If we should come back here +before fall, they would say right away that +we had been frightened out and dared not go +back."</p> + +<p>Mr. Banta was busy getting his own things +together, but he found time now and then to +overlook the boys' expenditures. Under his +instructions they bought three horses,—two +of them for riding, the other intended as a +pack-horse to carry their utensils,—and then +he led the boys away to a gun-shop, where +they were to purchase rifles.</p> + +<p>"Look here, Mr. Banta," said Julian; "we +don't need anything in here. We have got a +revolver apiece, and, if the truth must be told, +we have spent a good deal of time in practicing +with them." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">255</a></span></p> + +<p>"What good will a revolver do you?" +asked Banta, greatly surprised. "If we +chance to meet any Indians——"</p> + +<p>"But you told us there were no Indians," +said Julian. "We don't want to shoot at +anybody unless they are close at hand. +Maybe they will come in handy on the +ghosts, you know."</p> + +<p>"Well, you don't know anything about the +plains—I can see that, plain enough. If you +think revolvers are going to do you, why, I +am done with you."</p> + +<p>"Then we have purchased everything we +want, have we?"</p> + +<p>"I think so. Be on hand on Monday morning, +because we shall be off before the sun +gets an hour high."</p> + +<p>The boys drew a long breath when they +heard this. If they had not talked so much +about visiting their mine it is probable that +both of them would have backed squarely out. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">256</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER XX.</h2> + +<h3>WATERSPOUTS AND BLIZZARDS.</h3> + +<p>"Hi! Nellie; get on, there! Strike a +trot! We won't get to the mountains +in seven years, at this gait."</p> + +<p>It was Mr. Banta who spoke, and he emphasized +his remarks by making the whip he +carried in his hand crack loudly. The old, +white bell-mare pricked up her ears and +slowly quickened her pace, closely followed +by all the pack-mules and horses belonging to +the train.</p> + +<p>"That old pack-mare knows where we are +going as well as we do," said Banta, squaring +around and throwing his leg over the horn of +his saddle so that he could face the two boys +whom he was addressing. "She has been up +here so often that she knows every foot of the +way. If we get hard up for deer meat, all we +have to do is to take her bell off, and then we +can go twenty miles out on the prairie, and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">257</a></span> +she will bring us back home again. You +can't get lost if you are on her."</p> + +<p>"Why do you take the bell off when you +want to go hunting with the mare?" asked +Julian of Mr. Banta, who, by reason of his +age and experience, acted as leader of the +company. "Does the noise of the bell +frighten the game?"</p> + +<p>"That is one reason," replied Banta; "and +the other is, we don't want all the pack-mules +and horses to follow us. Wherever they hear +the bell, they will go to it. If we were on +the other side of a wide river, even though it +was swimming-deep, and some of these mules +don't like water any too well, and should +sound that bell a few times, they would all +come over. If anything should happen to +that old bell-mare, and she should die, we'd +send a man on with that bell, and the mules +would follow him wherever he went."</p> + +<p>It was Monday morning, and the sun was +just rising. The cavalcade had been on its +way for two hours, for they left the hotel, +amid wishes for good luck from all who saw +them go, at the first peep of day. They went +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">258</a></span> +directly past the hotel at which Julian and +Jack had stopped to eat dinner when they +first came there, and were now alone in the +foothills which arose on all sides of them. +There were at least a dozen miners in the +company, and they had all set out for Dutch +Flat in the hope of digging up a fortune before +the winter's storms overtook them. Julian +and Jack were there, dressed in rough +miners' clothing, and the horse which bore +their provisions and tools was with the others +who were following the bell-mare.</p> + +<p>Anybody could see at a glance that these +boys were tenderfeet, and they did not attempt +to deny it. Every other miner had a +heavy Winchester slung at his back, while +the only firearms the boys exhibited were +Smith & Wesson revolvers, which they carried +strapped to their waists. They did not +look forward to the future with as brave +hearts as most of the miners did. They could +not get the idea out of their minds that the +gold they wanted to find was protected by +something which they did not want to see. +The miners now and then cast curious looks +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">259</a></span> +at them, to see if they were not afraid of the +prospect before them, but finally came to the +conclusion that the boys were "going through +with it." The miners were happy, and sang +rude songs and cracked jokes with each other; +but the boys were busy with their own +thoughts, and took no part in what was going +on around them.</p> + +<p>"And I don't blame them, either," said one +miner, in a low voice, to his companion. "I +wouldn't take any part in the singing if I +were in their place. They are brave enough +now, but wait until they have been up to that +mine about two days; then we will see them +at our camp, frightened to death."</p> + +<p>"Banta has rather taken them under his +care, judging by the way he keeps watch over +them," said the other miner.</p> + +<p>"Yes; he was made acquainted with them +by some high man in Denver, and so he keeps +an eye on them. But he can't go up to their +mine with them. More than that, those +ghosts will not stop for him or anybody else."</p> + +<p>Julian and Jack were not accustomed to +being in the saddle from daylight until dark, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">260</a></span> +and the ride was long and wearisome to them. +They stopped at noon to eat their lunch and +to let their animals crop the grass for a few +minutes; but their packs were never removed +from them until they halted for the night at +a place which showed that there had been a +camp before. Lean-to's were scattered around, +partly unroofed by the storms of winter, and +remnants of fires were to be seen; and Banta +said that no one had been there since he and +his party made the camp last fall.</p> + +<p>"We made this camp while we were going +down to the city," said he. "It was raining +when we stopped here, and that accounts for +the lean-to's. We had a waterspout that +night, this little stream was filled twenty feet +deep, and some of us began to look wild."</p> + +<p>"A waterspout?" queried Jack. "What is +that?"</p> + +<p>"Why, I don't know that I can describe it +so that you can understand it," answered +Banta, scratching his head. "It is caused by +the large quantity of water that sometimes +falls among the hills up-country, and when it +all rushes into these ravines—well, you can +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">261</a></span> +imagine how it looks, but I cannot describe it. +This stream has not much water in it now—you +can step across it anywhere; but I have +seen it bank full from rains in the up-country, +while there was not a drop of it fell here. I +remember that night. I was sound asleep in +a lean-to. I had told the boys that before +morning we would have to get farther up the +bank or run the risk of having some of our +things carried off, and about midnight I awoke +with a feeling that there was something going +on. You don't know anything about that, +do you? Well, you wait until you have +acted as guide for two or three mule-trains, +and then you'll know it. Everything depends +upon you to see that the train comes +out all right.</p> + +<p>"I could not go to sleep again when once I +woke up, and so I arose and went out. It +was still raining heavily, but the brook didn't +show much sign of it. I placed myself on +the edge of the bank, and hardly had I got +there before a long, creamy wave, which extended +clear across this gully, crept with a +hissing sound across the sand and rocks. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">262</a></span> +Following with equal speed, and about a hundred +feet behind it, was another wave, an unbroken +mass of water at least five feet in +height. It was not rounded into a wave, as +at sea or on the lakes, but rose sheer and +straight, a perfect wall of water. I knew +that in five minutes this little creek would be +brim full, so I raised a yell and awoke everybody +in camp. The men I had with me were +all veterans, and there was no need that I +should explain matters. They took just one +look at the water, and then grabbed their +things and made a rush for the high bank +behind the lean-to's. After placing them +where they would be safe, they came back +and made a rush for the horses. Pete, there, +caught the bell-mare, and by dint of pulling +and boosting we finally got them to that level +spot you see up there."</p> + +<p>Mr. Banta pointed to the bank, which +seemed almost as straight as the side of a +house, and the boys looked on with perfect +astonishment.</p> + +<p>"How in the world did you get the mules +and horses up there?" inquired Julian. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">263</a></span></p> + +<p>"A man can do a heap of things when he +is working for his life and for things that he +can't afford to lose," said Banta, with a laugh. +"Pete has a heap of strength in those arms +of his, and when I get hold of a mule's tail +and begin to twist it, he goes somewhere as +soon as he can. We got them up easy enough, +and there we stayed for two whole days, until +the water had all passed away. We didn't +lose so much as a pound of bacon. But if I +had been asleep, like the rest of the fellows +were, we would have had a time of it; somebody +would have had to swim for his life, and +the current ran like lightning, too."</p> + +<p>"I did not know you had to look out for +water on the plains," remarked Julian. "Is +there anything you don't stand in fear of out +here? You see, we want to know it all."</p> + +<p>"Well, a waterspout is one thing, and a +blizzard is the next," said Banta. "I mean a +blizzard where the clouds send down chunks +of ice at you as big as your fist. Oh, you +needn't laugh. Look at that."</p> + +<p>Banta stripped up his leggings, and showed +the boys a long, ragged scar which he had received +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">264</a></span> +in one of the commotions of nature referred +to. The wound must have been a dangerous +one.</p> + +<p>"And the worst of it was, I did not have a +doctor look at it for two weeks," Banta went +on. "You see, I was out alone, and making +the best track I could for the fort. The sky +had all along been hazy, and on this day I had +to go across the Twenty-mile desert, where +there was not a willow-twig big enough for me +to get under. When I was about half-way +over it began to rain, and in less than an hour +afterward the blizzard came a-ripping. My +horse and mule were made so frantic by the +pelting of the ice that I finally let them go; +but before I released the horse I took my +knife and cut the saddle and blankets off him. +What did I do that for? Because I was too +cold to use my fingers. I settled down there +on the prairie, put the saddle and blankets +over my head, and waited for the storm to +cease; but before I did that, there came a big +bunch of ice and struck me on the leg. I +never had anything hurt so bad in my life."</p> + +<p>"How long did you have to stay there?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">265</a></span> +asked Jack. "I hear that some of these storms +last two or three days."</p> + +<p>"This one lasted one day, and I was glad +to see the ice quit dropping. I was thirty +miles from the fort, and I'll bet I didn't do +two miles of walking in all that distance. I +left everything except my weapons and +crawled all the way. This is the saddle, right +here."</p> + +<p>"I should keep that for the good it had +done," said Julian. "Your saddle probably +saved your life."</p> + +<p>"It will stay with me while I live," said +Banta, casting an affectionate look upon the +article in question. "Now, boys, suppose you +get ready and chop some wood and start the +fire. I'll take the things off the animals and +straighten up the lean-to. You boys don't +know how to make a lean-to, do you? If you +take a good look at this one, you will see how +it is done."</p> + +<p>There was one satisfaction the boys had in +listening to Mr. Banta's stories—they were +true, every word of them. If any of the +"boys" tried to make things different from +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">266</a></span> +what they were, Banta always shut them up. +That was the reason the boys thought so much +of him, and anything he had to say in regard +to working their mine was always listened to +with the keenest interest.</p> + +<p>The change that a few experienced men +made in that deserted camp in a short time +was wonderful. Every stroke of the axe +counted for something, and every step the +men made to and from the places they had +chosen to make their beds seemed to count for +something else; so that by the time Julian +and Jack had cut wood enough to last them +all night the lean-to's were covered with fresh +boughs, those who did not choose to sleep +under shelter had their beds made up under +the protecting branches of trees, the animals +were staked out, and two of the cooks were +busy getting supper. It was all done without +the least commotion, for each man knew what +his duty was.</p> + +<p>"If a rain-storm was coming up you +couldn't have made this camp quicker," said +Julian. "It beats the world how soon men +can get ready for the night." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">267</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes, but that comes from experience, you +know," said Banta. "Do you know that I +have been thinking of something? When we +get up to Dutch Flat, and you get ready to +go up to your mine, I believe I will go with +you."</p> + +<p>"That's the best piece of news I have heard +for a long time," declared Julian, who was delighted +beyond measure. "We don't ask you +to go down in the mine, you understand, but +if you will just stay there until we get things +fixed you will confer a great favor upon us."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I guess I had better see to your wants +a little," said Banta. "You are tenderfeet, +you have never lived alone in the mountains, +and perhaps I can tip you a wink now and +then that will be of use to you. You will need +the mine cleared away—it has all grown up to +grass by this time—and you will need a windlass +and a lean-to; and maybe I can be of assistance."</p> + +<p>"I know you can; and of great assistance, +too. I tell you, I feel easier. I have often +wondered how that mine looked, and how we +were going to get it in shape to work it, but I +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">268</a></span> +don't worry about it now. We are much +obliged to you for your offer."</p> + +<p>"Oh, that's all right. I remember that I +was a boy myself, and any such little help as +I have offered you would have been a regular +blessing to me. Now let us go and see if +supper is ready."</p> + +<p>Supper was almost ready, and the neat +manner in which it was served up, and the +way it was cooked, told the boys that if the +miners could always get such food as that, +they could work their claims to the best possible +advantage.</p> + +<p>"Can we help you a little?" said Julian to +one of the cooks after the meal was over and +the man began gathering up the dishes.</p> + +<p>"What a-doing?" asked the cook.</p> + +<p>"We want to help you wash the dishes," +said Julian.</p> + +<p>"Why, bless you, that's no trouble. There +is only one way you can help us, and that is +by sitting by and looking on. I never yet +saw a tenderfoot that didn't get in the way. +You will have enough of it to do when you +get up to that ghost-haunted mine of yours +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">269</a></span> +and have to cook your own meals. You had +better take my advice," said the cook, in a +lower tone, "and stay down on Dutch Flat +with us. There are no spirits down there."</p> + +<p>"But it is ours, and I don't see why we +can't work it," replied Julian. "If there is +anybody there, we will make him show himself."</p> + +<p>"You will see," said the cook, going to the +camp-fire for a bucket of water. "The next +time we see you, you will be all ready to go +back to Denver."</p> + +<p>The cook struck up a whistle as he began +washing the dishes, and the boys, taking this +as a gentle hint that he would rather be +alone, walked off to another fire which had +been kindled in the upper end of the camp. +All the miners were gathered about there, and +each one of them had a story to tell about +some wonderful "find" which he had almost +struck, and then ceased digging because he +was discouraged by the way the gold "showed +up." Banta was there, and after relating +three or four stories of his own, he began to +stretch and yawn as though he were sleepy, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">270</a></span> +and finally arose and went into his lean-to. +The boys followed him, hoping he would say +something more about going up to their mine +with them; but he talked on other topics +until he got into bed, and then he became +silent. He had already decided what he +would do when they reached Dutch Flat, and +there the matter ended. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">271</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER XXI.</h2> + +<h3>THE CAMP AT DUTCH FLAT.</h3> + +<p>The boys slept as comfortably as if they +had been at home in their boarding-house. +It is true their blankets were rather +hard, and their pillows were not as soft as +they might have been, being simply their +saddles with nothing but the horse-blankets +over them, but they never knew a thing from +the time they went to bed until they heard +Mr. Banta's voice roaring out "Catch up!"</p> + +<p>They found all in the camp busy. Some +were raking the embers of the fire together, +others were getting ready to cook breakfast, +but most of them were engaged in packing +the animals. This last was a task that the +boys always wanted to see, for the operation +was so complicated that they did not think +they could ever learn how to do it. The +mules were blinded, in the first place, so that +they could not kick when the heavy pack +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">272</a></span> +was thrown upon their backs, and the man +on the near side, who seemed to "boss" the +business, placed his foot against the mule's +side and called lustily for the rope which the +other fellow held in his hands.</p> + +<p>"You have more rope there, and I know +it," was the way in which he began the conversation.</p> + +<p>"Here you are," said his companion, and +the rope was passed over the pack to where +the other fellow was waiting to receive it.</p> + +<p>"Come, let's have a little more rope," repeated +the first man.</p> + +<p>"There's oceans of it here, and you can +have all you want of it."</p> + +<p>"Are you all fast there?"</p> + +<p>"I will be in a minute. Here's your end."</p> + +<p>"All fast here. Now let us see him kick +it off," said the first man; whereupon a dexterous +twist tore off the blinders, and the +mule was free to go and join his companions. +It was all done in two minutes, and the pack +was safe to last until the train halted for the +night.</p> + +<p>"Come on, boys," said Mr. Banta, turning +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">273</a></span> +to Julian and Jack, who stood, with towel and +soap in their hands, watching the operation of +packing the animals. "You must get around +livelier than this. When you get to digging +out gold by the bucketful you won't wait to +wash your faces or get breakfast; you'll be +down in that mine before the sun is up."</p> + +<p>"Are we not going to eat at all?" asked Julian, +who was amused at the man's way of telling +them that they would be so anxious to find +the gold that they would not spend time to +cook their meals.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I suppose you will have to eat sometimes, +but you will hold your grub in one +hand and use the spade with the other."</p> + +<p>The miners were in a hurry, now, to resume +their journey, and it took them about half as +long to eat breakfast as they devoted to their +supper. Five minutes was about the time they +applied themselves to their meal, and when +Mr. Banta arose from his seat on the ground +and drew his hairy hand across his mouth to +brush away the drops of coffee that clung to +his mustache the miners all arose, too. In less +time than it takes to tell it they were all in +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">274</a></span> +their saddles and under way, and when they +stopped again for the night they were in a +camp which they had occupied on the way +down to Denver. Mr. Banta was as talkative +as usual, and when he had got his pipe going, +and had taken three or four puffs to make +sure that it was well started, he began his +round of stories, which the boys were always +ready to listen to.</p> + +<p>They were all of a week in making their +journey; and about three o'clock in the afternoon, +when the old bell-mare struck a trot, +Mr. Banta turned to Jack and gave him a +poke with his finger.</p> + +<p>"We are almost home," said he, joyfully. +"I don't suppose this will seem like home to +you, but it does to me, for it is the only home +I have."</p> + +<p>"Do you never get tired of this business?" +asked Julian. "I should think you would +like to go back to the States, where you belong."</p> + +<p>"How do you know that I belong in the +States?" asked Mr. Banta.</p> + +<p>"I judge by your way of talking, as much +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">275</a></span> +as anything. You were not raised in this +country—I am certain of it."</p> + +<p>"Well, I will go back when I get enough."</p> + +<p>"How much do you call enough?"</p> + +<p>"Half a million dollars."</p> + +<p>Julian and Jack opened their eyes and +looked surprised.</p> + +<p>"I've got three hundred thousand now in +the bank at Denver."</p> + +<p>"Then you are not so badly off, after all. +I think I could live on the interest of that +much."</p> + +<p>"There are some objections to my going +back," said Mr. Banta, looking off toward the +distant mountains. "When I get back there +I will have to settle down to a humdrum life, +and there won't be nothing at all to get up a +little excitement. Here the thing is different. +We live here, taking gold in paying quantities +all the time, and the first thing we know +we hear of some new placers, which have been +found somewhere else, that make a man rich +as fast as he can stick a shovel into the +ground. Of course we pack up and go off to +find the new placers. We have a muss or +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">276</a></span> +two with some outlaws, and when we get rid +of them we go to work and find out that there +is nothing there."</p> + +<p>"Then you wish yourself back at Dutch +Flat," said Jack.</p> + +<p>"That's the way it happens, oftentimes. It +is the excitement that keeps us a-going. +Now, in the States I would not have any of +that."</p> + +<p>"Did you find many outlaws in this country +when you first came here?"</p> + +<p>"They were thicker than flies around a +molasses barrel," answered Mr. Banta. "But +we have got rid of them all, and your life is +just as safe here as it would be in St. Louis. +Whenever we go to a new country, the outlaws +are the first things we look out for. +There's the camp, all right and tight, just as +we left it."</p> + +<p>The camp covered a good stretch of ground; +but then Mr. Banta had not told them that +there were fully two hundred miners in it, +and of course such a multitude of men, where +nobody owned the land, would spread over a +good deal of territory. The boys had a fine +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">277</a></span> +opportunity to take a survey of the first +mining camp they had ever seen. They were +surprised at the neatness of it. Things in the +shape of old bottles or tin cans were not scattered +around where somebody would stumble +over them, but such articles were thrown into +a ravine behind the camp, out of sight. The +most of the miners had erected little log +cabins to protect them from the storms of +winter, and the others had comfortable lean-to's +which served the same purpose. Most of +the men were busy with their mines, but there +were three or four of them loafing about, and +when the noise made by the pack-animals +saluted their ears they turned to see who was +coming. One glance was enough; they +pulled off their hats and waved them by way +of welcome.</p> + +<p>"Well, if here ain't Banta!" they all exclaimed +in a breath. "Did you drop your +roll down at Denver and come back to get +more?"</p> + +<p>"Nary a time," replied Mr. Banta, emphatically. +"We got just what we could +eat and drink, and that is all the money we +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">278</a></span> +spent. Who has passed in his checks since I +have been gone?"</p> + +<p>(This was a miner's way of asking "Who's +dead?")</p> + +<p>"None of the boys who are here shovelling +for gold," said the man, coming forward to +shake hands with Mr. Banta, "but those four +outlaws who came up here from Denver to +deal out some whiskey and start a faro bank +could tell a different story, if they were here."</p> + +<p>"They did not get a foothold here, did +they?" asked Mr. Banta.</p> + +<p>"I'll bet they didn't. We hardly gave +them time to unpack their goods before we +jumped on them and spilled their traps on +the ground. One of the bums grew huffy at +that, and he took a wounded arm down for +the doctor to bandage up."</p> + +<p>"Have any of the boys made their pile?"</p> + +<p>"Some have, and some have not. Tommy +Moran has struck a vein with sixty thousand +dollars in it, and has been loafing around for +the last two months, doing nothing. He +went out to-day to see if he can get some +more. He wants to go home, now." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">279</a></span></p> + +<p>"I should not think he would like to +travel between here and Denver with that +amount of money about him," said Mr. +Banta.</p> + +<p>"Well, there will be plenty more to join in +with him when he is ready to go. The discouraged +ones number a heap. The sign +looks right, but the paying-stuff don't pan +out first-rate. Some are going home, and the +rest are going off to hunt up new diggings."</p> + +<p>Having briefly got at the news of what had +been going on at the camp while he had been +away, Mr. Banta led the way toward his own +log cabin, which was fastened up just as it +was when he left it. There was one bed, +made of rough boards, an abundance of dishes, +a fireplace, and one or two chairs, and that +was all the furniture to be seen. But Mr. +Banta thought his cabin just about right.</p> + +<p>"It don't matter how hard it rains or +blows, this little house has sheltered me for a +year, and has got to do so until my vein gives +out. Now, boys, catch the pack-animals and +turn them over to me, and I'll soon make +things look as though somebody lived here." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">280</a></span></p> + +<p>Julian and Jack managed to secure the +pack-animals by catching the bell-mare and +leading her up to the door of the cabin, and +it was not long before the bundles which they +had borne for two hundred miles were placed +on the ground, and Mr. Banta was engaged +in carrying the things into his house. He +unpacked all the bundles except the one that +belonged to the boys, and that would not be +opened until they reached their mine.</p> + +<p>"Are you fellows decided on that matter +yet?" he asked. "Had you not better stay +with us here on the Flat? We will promise +you that no spooks will trouble you here."</p> + +<p>"The more you talk about that mine, the +more determined we are to see what is in it," +answered Jack. "You need not think you +can scare us out in that way."</p> + +<p>"I like your pluck, and if you are determined +to go there, why, I am going with you. +It is only five miles, and we can easily ride +over there in two hours."</p> + +<p>"Where is it you are going?" asked one of +the miners, who stood in the doorway unobserved. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">281</a></span></p> + +<p>"You know that haunted mine, don't +you?"</p> + +<p>"Great Moses! You ain't a-going up +there!" said the man; and as he spoke he +came into the cabin and sat down in one of +the chairs.</p> + +<p>"The boys are going there, and I thought +I would go with them to see them started," +said Mr. Banta. "The mine is all grown up +to grass, because there hasn't been anybody +up there for some time now."</p> + +<p>"No, I should say not!" exclaimed the +miner, as soon as he had recovered from his +astonishment. "Are the boys plumb crazy? +I tell you, lads, when you see——"</p> + +<p>"Tony, shut your mouth!" cried Mr. +Banta. "The boys won't see anything, but +they'll hear something that will take all the +sand out of them. I have talked to the boys +many times about that mine, during the past +winter, but they have their heads set on it, and +I don't see any other way than to let them go."</p> + +<p>"Well, if we hear anything, there must be +something that makes the noise," asserted +Julian. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">282</a></span></p> + +<p>"It will be something that you can't see," +said the miner, shaking his head and looking +thoughtfully at the ground. "Two fellows +went up there since I knew the mine, and +when they got down to the bottom of the pit +they were so frightened that they came down +here as fast as they could and struck out for +Denver. They were both big, stout men, and +were armed with Winchesters and revolvers. +If they had seen what made the noise, they +would have been apt to shoot—wouldn't +they?"</p> + +<p>"I should think they would," answered +Jack.</p> + +<p>"Will you go down into the mine when +you get there?" asked the man, turning to +Mr. Banta.</p> + +<p>"Not much, as anybody knows of," declared +the latter, shivering all over. "The +ghosts don't bother anybody working at the +top, so I shall get along all right."</p> + +<p>"Well, that puts a different look on the +matter," remarked Tony, evidently much relieved. +"Then I shall expect to see you +back in two or three days." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">283</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes, I'll be back by that time," asserted +Mr. Banta; and he added to himself, "if anything +happens to the boys after that, why, I +shall be miles away."</p> + +<p>This was the first time that Mr. Banta had +anything to say to the miners about what he +intended to do when he reached Dutch Flat, +but it was all over the camp in less than five +minutes. The miner went slowly and thoughtfully +out of the cabin, as if he did not know +whether it was best to agree to his leader's +proposition or not, and it was not long before +the men who were busy with things about +their houses came up in a body to inquire +into the matter. They were filled with astonishment; +and, furthermore, they were anxious +to see the boys who were going to take +their lives in their hands and go up to work +that pit, from which strong men had been +frightened away. And it was so when six +o'clock arrived, and the men all came in to get +their supper. Some of the miners declared +that it was not to be thought of, and some said +that if Mr. Banta was bound to go, they would +go with him to see that he came out all right. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">284</a></span></p> + +<p>"You see what the miners think of this +business," remarked Mr. Banta, as he began +preparations for their supper. "They think +you are out of your heads."</p> + +<p>"Well, you will not see anything of it, because +you won't go into the mine," said Jack.</p> + +<p>"You are mighty right I won't go into the +mine," declared Mr. Banta, looking furtively +about the cabin, as if he expected to see something +advancing upon him. "We will go up +there and put the pit all right, and then you +will have to work it."</p> + +<p>"I wonder if there is any gold up there?" +asked Julian.</p> + +<p>"There is more gold up there than you +can see in Dutch Flat in a year's steady digging. +The men who have been down in the +mine say so."</p> + +<p>"Well, when we come back you may expect +to see us rich," said Julian, compressing +his lips. "And you may be sure that the +spooks won't drive us out, either."</p> + +<p>This was all that was said on the subject—that +is, by those in the cabin; but when the +men had eaten their suppers they all crowded +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">285</a></span> +into it, and the stories that would have been +told of ghosts interfering with miners who +tried to take away their precious belongings +would have tested the boys' courage; but Mr. +Banta did not allow them to go on.</p> + +<p>"As I told these boys down at Denver, I +am telling them nothing but facts in regard +to this mine, and I want you to do the same," +said he. "Don't draw on your imagination at +all."</p> + +<p>Before the miners returned to their cabins, +it came about that the boys were going to +have a small army go with them on the morrow. +At least a dozen miners declaimed their +readiness to go with Banta "and see him +through," and Banta did not object.</p> + +<p>"The more, the merrier," said he, when +they had been left alone and he turned down +his bedclothes. "Now, you boys can spread +your blankets on the floor in front of the fire +and go to sleep; I will have you up at the +first peep of day." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">286</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER XXII.</h2> + +<h3>THE HAUNTED MINE.</h3> + +<p>Mr. Banta kept his word the next +morning, for the day was just beginning +to break when he rolled out on the floor +and gave the order to "Catch up." All the +miners were astir soon afterward; but there +was no joking or laughing going on in the +camp, as there usually was. The men went +silently about their work of cooking breakfast, +or sat smoking their pipes in front of the +fire, for their thoughts were busy with that +mine up in the mountains. Even the talkative +Mr. Banta had nothing to say. He +seemed to have run short of stories, all on a +sudden.</p> + +<p>"Say, Julian," remarked Jack, as they +stood by the stream washing their hands and +faces, "why don't Banta talk to us the way he +usually does? I'll bet he is thinking about +what is going to happen to us." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">287</a></span></p> + +<p>"I was just thinking that way myself," replied +Julian. "But we have gone too far to +back out; we have got to go on."</p> + +<p>"Of course we have. I wouldn't back out +now for anything."</p> + +<p>Breakfast was cooked and eaten, and the +same silence prevailed; and that same silence +did more to shake the boys' courage than all +that had been said against their mine. Mr. +Banta answered their questions in monosyllables, +and when he had satisfied his appetite +he put the dishes away unwashed and went +out to catch his horse.</p> + +<p>"Take hold of the bell-mare and lead her +up the path," said he, addressing the miners +who were getting ready to accompany him. +"We have to take her and all the stock +along, or the boys' pack-horse won't budge +an inch."</p> + +<p>The miners were talkative enough now, +when they saw the boys getting ready to start +on their journey. They crowded around +them, and each one shook them by the hand.</p> + +<p>"Good-bye! kids," said one. "The next +time I see you, you will be so badly scared +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">288</a></span> +that you won't be able to tell what happened +to you up there; or, I sha'n't see you at all. +I wish you all the good luck in the world, +but I know that will not amount to anything."</p> + +<p>"Do you think they can whip all these +men?" asked Jack, running his eye over the +miners, who were getting on their horses and +making ready to go with Mr. Banta.</p> + +<p>"That ain't the thing; you won't see anybody; +but the sounds you will hear when you +get fairly on the floor of that pit you will +never want to hear again."</p> + +<p>The bell-mare was caught and led along +the path, the stock all followed after her, and +the miners brought up the rear. Then Mr. +Banta opened his mouth and proceeded to talk +all the way to the mine.</p> + +<p>"You boys may come along here pretty +sudden, some time, and if you don't find +Dutch Flat you will stray off into the mountains +and get lost; so I will just blaze the way +for you."</p> + +<p>As Mr. Banta spoke he seized a handful +of the branches of an evergreen and pulled +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">289</a></span> +them partly off, so that they just hung by the +bark.</p> + +<p>"Now, whenever you see that, you are on +the right road," said he; "but if you don't +see it, you had better turn back and search for +a blaze until you find it."</p> + +<p>For once the boys did not pay much attention +to Mr. Banta's stories, for their minds +were fully occupied with their own thoughts. +At last—it did not seem to them that they +had ridden a mile—the man with the bell-mare +sung out "Here we are!" and led the +way into a smooth, grassy plain which seemed +out of place there in the mountains, and to +which there did not appear to be any outlet +except the one by which they had entered it. +It was surrounded by the loftiest peaks on all +sides except one, and there the plain was +bounded by a precipitous ravine which was so +deep that the bottom could not be seen from +the top. Near the middle of the plain was a +little brook, placed most conveniently for +"washing" their finds, which bubbled merrily +over the stones before it plunged into the +abyss before spoken of; and close on the other +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">290</a></span> +side were the ruins of the mine—a strong +windlass, which had hauled up fifty thousand +dollars' worth of gold—and the rope that was +fast to the bucket, or rather to the fragments +of it, for the bucket itself had fallen to pieces +from the effects of the weather, and lay in +ruins on the ground. Still farther away stood +the lean-to—firmly built, of course, but not +strong enough to stand the fury of the winter's +storms. Taken altogether, a miner could +not have selected a more fitting camp, or one +better calculated to banish all symptoms of +homesickness while they were pulling out the +gold from the earth below. Mr. Banta kept +a close watch on the boys, and saw the pleased +expression that came upon their faces.</p> + +<p>"I know it looks splendid now, but it will +not look so before long," said he, with a +knowing shake of his head. "Now, boys, let +us get to work. We want to get through +here, so as to get back to Dutch Flat to-night."</p> + +<p>The miners unsaddled their horses, grabbed +their axes and spades, and set in manfully to +make the "mine all right," so that the boys +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">291</a></span> +could go to work at it without delay. Some +repaired the lean-to, others laboriously cleared +the mouth of the pit from the grass and brush +which had accumulated there, and still another +brought from the boys' pack the new +bucket and rope which they expected would +last just about long enough for one of them to +go down and up—and they were positive that +the boy would come up a great deal faster than +he went down. The boys did not find anything +to do but to get dinner, and they were +rather proud of the skill with which the +viands were served up.</p> + +<p>"I didn't know you boys could do cooking +like this," said Mr. Banta, as he seated himself +on the grass and looked over the table—a +blanket spread out to serve in lieu of a cloth. +"If the cooking was all you had to contend +with you could live like fighting-cocks as long +as you stay here."</p> + +<p>"We had hardly enough money to pay for +a housekeeper while we were in St. Louis, and +so we had all this work to do ourselves," said +Julian. "You must give Jack the credit for +this. We kept bachelor's hall while we were +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">292</a></span> +at home. He cooked, and I swept out and +helped wash the dishes."</p> + +<p>"Now, boys," said Mr. Banta, after he had +finished his pipe, "I guess we have Julian +and Jack all ready to go to work whenever +they feel like it. Look over your work, and +see if there is anything you have missed, and +then we will go back to Dutch Flat. I tell +you, I hate to leave you up here in this sort +of a way."</p> + +<p>"You need not be," said Jack. "If you +will come up here in two weeks from now, we +will have some gold-dust to show you."</p> + +<p>Mr. Banta did not say anything discouraging, +for he had already exhausted all his +powers in that direction. He inspected all +the work, to satisfy himself that it was properly +done, and then gave the order to +"catch up."</p> + +<p>"Of course your stock will go back with +us," said he. "You could not keep them here +away from that old bell-mare."</p> + +<p>"That was what we expected," said Julian; +"we may be so badly frightened that we won't +think to bring our weapons with us." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">293</a></span></p> + +<p>"I am not afraid to say that I'll risk that," +said Mr. Banta, leaning over to shake Julian +by the hand. He told himself that the +miner's heart was in that shake. It was very +different from the clasp of the hand that he +gave him when he was first introduced to him +in Denver. "Good-bye, Julian. That is all +I can say to you."</p> + +<p>The other miners rode up to take leave of +them, and all looked very solemn. Some +had a parting word to say, and some shook +them by the hand without saying anything, +the man with the bell-mare led off, the stock +followed, the miners came last, and in two +minutes more they were alone. Julian sat +down on the grass feeling lonely indeed, but +Jack jumped up and began to bestir himself.</p> + +<p>"Come on, boy—none of that!" said he, +beginning to gather their few dishes together. +"We must get these things out of the way +and I must get ready to go into that mine."</p> + +<p>"Are you going down to-day?" asked Julian. +The time had come at last. For long +months Julian had talked about going down +into that mine—not boastingly, to be sure, but +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">294</a></span> +he had said enough to make people believe +he would not back out, and now the opportunity +was presented for him to do as he had +agreed. "Why can't you let it go until to-morrow?"</p> + +<p>"Because I am just ready to go now," said +Jack; and there was a determined look on his +face which Julian had never seen there before. +"I am fighting mad, now, and to-morrow +I may be as down-hearted as you are."</p> + +<p>"Do you think I am afraid?" exclaimed +Julian, springing up and beginning to assist +his chum. "I'll show you that I am not! +If you want to go first you can go, and I will +go the next time."</p> + +<p>Julian went to work with a determination +to get the dishes done as soon as possible. +When they had got them all stowed away +where they belonged, Jack stopped to roll up +his sleeves, examined his revolver, which he +strapped to his waist, lighted his lamp, and +led the way toward the mine without saying a +word. Julian gave a hasty glance at him and +saw that his face was as calm as it usually was, +and he began to take courage from that. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">295</a></span></p> + +<p>"It looks dark down there, does it not?" +asked Julian, leaning on the windlass and +peering down into the pit.</p> + +<p>"It is dark enough now, but it will be +lighter when I get down there with my lamp," +replied Jack. "Now, Julian, are you sure +you can hold me up?"</p> + +<p>"Of course I can. If I can't, we had better +get another man up here."</p> + +<p>Jack stopped just long enough to shake +Julian by the hand, then seized the rope and +stepped into the bucket, his partner holding +the windlass so that he would not descend too +rapidly. Slowly he went down, until finally +the bucket stopped.</p> + +<p>"All right!" called Jack; and his voice +sounded strangely, coming up from thirty +feet underground. "This hole is bigger +down here than it is at the top. Somebody +has cut away on each side to try to find gold," +and at last he started off toward the gully.</p> + +<p>Julian leaned over the pit and followed his +companion's movements by the light of his +lamp. He saw him as he went around to the +"false diggings," and finally his lamp disappeared +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">296</a></span> +from view as Jack went down toward +the ravine. His face was very pale; he listened +intently, but could not hear that rustling +of feet nor that moaning sound that had +frightened two men away from there, and his +courage all came back to him.</p> + +<p>"I wonder what those men were thinking +of when they started that story about this +mine being haunted?" Julian muttered to +himself. "There is nothing here to trouble +anyone."</p> + +<p>Hardly had this thought been framed in +Julian's mind than there came a most startling +and thrilling interruption. The boy was +leaning over the pit with his head turned on +one side, so that he could hear any unusual +sounds going on below, and all of a sudden he +sprang to his feet and acted very much as +though he wanted to go below to Jack's assistance. +He distinctly heard that rustling of +feet over the rocks below, some of them made +by Jack as he ran toward the bucket, and the +other by something else that made Julian's +heart stand still. And with that sound came +others—moans or shrieks, Julian couldn't tell +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">297</a></span> +which—until they seemed to fill the pit all +around him. This lasted but a few seconds, +and then came the report of Jack's revolver +and the sound was caught up by the echoes +until it appeared to Julian that a whole battery +of artillery had been fired at once.</p> + +<p>"There!" said Julian, greatly relieved to +know that Jack had seen something to shoot +at. "I guess one ghost has got his death at +last!"</p> + +<p>A moment afterward came Jack's frantic +pull on the rope, accompanied by his frightened +voice—</p> + +<p>"Pull me up, Julian! For goodness' sake, +pull me up!"</p> + +<p>Julian jumped for the windlass and put +every atom of his strength into it. At first +the resistance of the bucket was just about +what it would have been if Jack had stepped +into it; but suddenly the resistance ceased, the +crank was jerked out of his hand, and Julian +was thrown headlong to the ground.</p> + +<p>"What was that?" exclaimed the boy, regaining +his feet as quickly as he could. +"Jack, did you fall out of the bucket?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">298</a></span></p> + +<p>There was no response to his question. He +leaned over and looked into the pit; but +Jack's light had gone out, and everything +was silent below. The rustling of feet had +ceased, the moans had died away, and the +mine was as still as the grave.</p> + +<p>"Something has happened to Jack!" exclaimed +Julian, running to his lean-to after +his revolver and lamp. "I am going down +there to see about it if all the ghosts in the +Rocky Mountains should be there to stop +me!"</p> + +<p>Julian worked frantically, and in less time +than it takes to tell it he was ready to go down +to Jack's help. He hastily unwound the rope +until all the length was out except the extreme +end, which was fastened to the windlass by a +couple of staples, and swung himself into the +mine. He went down much faster than Jack +did, and when he reached the bottom he let +go his hold on the rope, and, holding his revolver +in readiness for a shot, he turned slowly +about, as if he were expecting that whatever +had frightened Jack would be upon him before +he could think twice. But nothing came. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">299</a></span> +In whatever direction he turned his light, +everything seemed concealed by Egyptian +darkness, and finally he resolved to let the +ghosts go and turned his attention to Jack. +There he lay, close to Julian's feet, his lamp +extinguished and his revolver at a little distance +from him; and it was plain that he was +either frightened or dead, for Julian had +never seen so white a face before. His own +face, if he only knew it, was utterly devoid of +color, and his hands trembled so that he could +scarcely use them.</p> + +<p>"I would like to know what it was that +could make Jack faint away in this fashion," +muttered Julian, first looking all around to +make sure that nothing had come in sight before +he laid his revolver down. "How to get +him into that bucket, and the bail over him, +is what bothers me just now; but he must go +in, and get out of this."</p> + +<p>Jack was a heavyweight, and if any boy +who reads this has ever been called upon to +handle a playmate who remained limp and +motionless in his arms he will know what a +task Julian had to put him into the bucket. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">300</a></span> +And remember that he must go inside the +bail, otherwise he could not pull him out; and +the bail would not stay up without somebody +to hold it. But Julian worked away as only +a boy can under such circumstances, and was +just getting him in shape, so that in a moment +more he would have had him in, when +he noticed that one of his hands was wet. He +stopped for a moment to look at it, and at the +sight of it he seemed ready to sit down beside +Jack and faint away, too.</p> + +<p>"It is blood!" murmured Julian. "My +goodness! you must get out of here, and be +quick about it! What was that?"</p> + +<p>Julian straightened up again, but he had +his revolver in his hand. That moaning +sound was repeated again, but the boy could +not tell where it came from. It was not so +great in volume as the first one that had +saluted Jack, but it was a complaining kind +of a sound, such as one might utter who was +being deserted by the only friend he had upon +earth. Julian stood there with his revolver +in his hand, but, aside from the sound which +rung in his ears for many a night afterward, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">301</a></span> +his eyes could not reveal a single thing for +him to shoot at. Julian thought now that he +had got at the bottom of the mystery. Hastily +slipping his revolver into his belt, he +turned his attention to Jack, and in a few +moments had him ready to hoist to the top. +Then he seized the rope, and, climbing it +hand over hand, he reached the surface, when, +throwing off his hat and revolver, he turned +around to haul up Jack. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">302</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER XXIII.</h2> + +<h3>HAUNTED NO LONGER.</h3> + +<p>This time Julian laid out all his strength +on the windlass; but the bucket resisted, +and he knew that Jack's weight was safely +within it. Presently his head and shoulders +appeared above the pit, whereupon Julian +slipped a bucket over the crank, and in a few +minutes Jack was safe above ground. To +tumble him out of the bucket and dash into +his face some water that he dipped up from +the stream with his hat occupied but little of +his time, and almost at once Jack opened his +eyes and looked about him.</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, you saw them, did you not?" +asked Julian, with a smile.</p> + +<p>"I tell you, you wouldn't have smiled if +you had been in my place," replied Jack. +"That thing looked awful as it came at me."</p> + +<p>"What thing?"</p> + +<p>"There is some animal down there who is +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">303</a></span> +not going to let us work this mine if he can +help it," said Jack, feeling around with his +right hand to examine his shoulder. "As I +stepped into the bucket with one foot he +jumped—my goodness! I don't like to say +how far it was; but I saw his eyes shining +green in the darkness, and just as I pulled on +him he sprang at me, dug his claws into my +shoulder, and pulled me out. I thought I was +gone up, sure; then all was blank to me. Did +you see him?"</p> + +<p>"I did not see anything," said Julian. +"When the bucket came up easily, as though +you were not in it, I went down after you; +but I did not see a thing. What was it?"</p> + +<p>"You tell. It was some kind of an animal +that I never saw before. And didn't he make +a howling just before he jumped! I wish you +would look at my shoulder; it smarts awfully."</p> + +<p>Jack could handle himself well enough +now, and it was no trouble for him to roll +over on his face and give Julian a chance to +view his wounds. His shirt was torn completely +off, and underneath were four scratches +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">304</a></span> +which went the whole length of his back and +spent themselves on the thick waistband of his +trousers, which they had ripped in two. Very +little blood came from the wounds, and Julian +assured him that they were not deep enough +to cause him any inconvenience.</p> + +<p>"You must have killed him before he got +to you," said Julian. "A bear could not +jump that far, and if it were a panther—why, +you have done something to be proud of. +You have done it anyway, for you have +cleared up something that scared those two +men away from here."</p> + +<p>"Do you really think so?" asked Jack.</p> + +<p>"I know it."</p> + +<p>"But think of the howling he made! It +seemed as if the pit was full of bears and +panthers, and I didn't know which way to +look. Have you got all the blood off? Then +let us go down there and see about it. We +can't work our mine with those fellows in +there. If I killed him at once, how did he +come to jump so far? And then he took +himself off after clawing me; that is something +I don't understand." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">305</a></span></p> + +<p>"You have to shoot one of those fellows +through the brain or in the spine, in order to +throw him in his tracks. Did you have a +fair chance at his heart?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know. I simply shot a little ways +below that green spot, in the darkness, and +the next thing I knew I didn't know anything."</p> + +<p>"Because, if you had a fair chance at his +heart, a wild animal will sometimes run a +good way before he drops. He is down there +somewhere, and I'll bet you will find him. +But, Jack, there are others that we must get +rid of before we own this mine."</p> + +<p>"What do you mean by that? I was in +hopes I had shot the last one of them."</p> + +<p>"Well, you did not. While I was working +over you I heard those moans repeated. +That proves others are there—don't it?"</p> + +<p>"I am going down to clear it up," persisted +Jack, who had got upon his feet by +this time and started toward the lean-to. +"Hold on till I get cartridges to put in this +revolver. I used to grumble at you because +you spent so much money in Denver, last +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">306</a></span> +winter, in shooting at a mark, but I begin to +believe you were right and that I was wrong. +If I had been as awkward with this shooting-iron +as I used to be, you would have got the +whole of that hundred thousand dollars to +spend for yourself."</p> + +<p>"Don't speak about it!" exclaimed Julian, +who wondered what he should do if Jack was +taken away from him. "I need somebody to +grumble at me, and you will do as well as +anybody. Are you not going to put on +another shirt?"</p> + +<p>"Not much, I ain't. Maybe I did not kill +that animal, whatever it was and he will come +for me again. Now, you hold up and let me +go," said Jack, when he saw Julian place one +foot in the bucket."</p> + +<p>"I am a better shot than you are, and if I +pull on one of those ghosts you will see him +drop," returned Julian, drawing the other +foot in. "Take hold of the windlass and let +me down easy. If I halloo, you must lose no +time in hauling me up."</p> + +<p>Jack was obliged to submit to this arrangement, +and he carefully lowered Julian out of +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">307</a></span> +sight. When the bucket stopped he seized +the rope, and in a moment more stood beside +him.</p> + +<p>"I am glad it is animals that are interfering +with us, for I am not at all afraid of +them," declared Jack. "Now, where is that +other sound you heard?"</p> + +<p>The question had hardly been formed on +Jack's lips when that sound came to their +ears—not faint and far off, as was the one +that caused Julian to handle his revolver, but +louder and clearer, as though the animal that +made it was close upon them. Sometimes +they thought it was in front, and they held +their revolvers ready to shoot at a moment's +warning, and then, again, it sounded behind +them; and in a second more it appeared as if +the rocks on each side of them concealed +the enemy that was uttering those startling +sounds.</p> + +<p>"It is the echo—that's what it is," said +Julian. "There is only one animal in here, +and we can't shoot him any too quick."</p> + +<p>Julian, aided by his lamp, led the way +cautiously along the subterranean passage, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">308</a></span> +which would have been level but for the carelessness +or haste of the men who had worked +the pit before them, peering into every little +cavity he saw, until at last he stopped suddenly +and pointed his revolver at something +that lay upon the floor.</p> + +<p>"What is it, Julian?" whispered Jack, +pressing eagerly to his side.</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, you have done it now," answered +Julian, bending over and examining +the animal as well as he could by the light of +his lamp. "This is the thing that frightened +the other two men away."</p> + +<p>"What is it?" repeated Jack. "A panther?"</p> + +<p>"No, sir; this animal will make two of the +biggest panthers you ever saw. It is a lion!"</p> + +<p>"In America?" said Jack, in astonishment.</p> + +<p>"It is what the miners call them, anyway. +When we get it into the bucket I will let you +have the crank, and we will see if it does not +weigh almost as much as you do. This animal +is a mother, and her babies are crying for +her."</p> + +<p>Jack was surprised when he saw what a +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">309</a></span> +monster animal his lucky shot had put out of +the way, for he did not lay any claim to his +skill as a marksman in making that shot. He +must have shot her plumb through the heart, +or else she would not have died so quickly. +She looked as big as a yearling, marked for +all the world like the panthers he had seen in +the shows which he had attended; but it was +her size more than anything else which impressed +him. It was wonderful, too, what a +change the sight of this animal made in Jack. +His courage all came back to him, and after +taking a hasty glance at his trophy he took +the lead and pressed on toward the farther end +of the passage. Every few feet he found what +the miners called "false diggings"—that is, +places that they had dug, either on the right-hand +side or the left, to see if the vein they +were following turned that way. In one of +these "false diggings" Jack stopped and +pointed silently before him. Julian looked +over Jack's shoulder, and saw that the miner +had dug through the embankment there and +into a cave which extended through into the +gulch—the boys could see that by the little +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">310</a></span> +streaks of light which came in at the other +end. On a slight shelf which formed one side +of the passageway some leaves had been gathered, +and in this bed were two cubs about the +size of full-grown cats, while a third had +crawled out and was trying, in his clumsy +way, to follow his mother into the mine. The +little thing was wild, and set up a furious spitting +as the boys approached.</p> + +<p>"These things account for the noise you +heard," remarked Jack, picking up the cub +and beating its head against the floor.</p> + +<p>"What made you do that, Jack?" exclaimed +Julian. "We ought to save the +young ones alive."</p> + +<p>"Well, suppose we do; what will we raise +them on? It is true that we might tell the +milkman to leave us an extra quart or two to +feed them on, for such little things can't eat +bacon and hard-tack. Now, after we get +through—"</p> + +<p>"By gracious, Jack—look out!" exclaimed +Julian, suddenly. "The old man is coming +home to see what's the matter with his young +ones!" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">311</a></span></p> + +<p>Jack dropped the cub he had picked up, +and which he was about to serve as he had the +first, and, looking toward the farther end of +the passageway, saw that the light was shut +off by the head and shoulders of another monstrous +lion that had stopped when he discovered +the boys. In an instant two revolvers +were aimed at the white spot on his chest.</p> + +<p>"Be sure you make as good a shot as you +did before," whispered Julian, whose face was +as pale as Jack's was when he pulled him out +of the pit. "It's a matter of life and death +with us."</p> + +<p>The revolvers cracked in quick succession, +raising an echo that almost deafened them. +Without a moment's delay they fired again, +then threw themselves prone upon the floor +of the cave, for they saw the lion coming. He +had evidently got all ready for a spring, and +when the first two bullets struck him he made +it, jumping over them and landing in the pit +beyond. The moment he touched the ground +two more balls went into him, and then the +boys jumped to their feet; for they did not +want the lion to spring upon them while lying +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">312</a></span> +down. But the animal made no effort to recover +his feet; he was too badly hurt for that. +He struggled frantically, springing from the +ground as high as the boys' heads, and his +motions were so quick and rapid that there +was no chance to shoot him again; but this +lasted only for a few seconds. His struggles +grew weaker, and he soon lay upon the floor, +stone dead.</p> + +<p>"There, sir," said Julian, who was the first +to speak; "this is a haunted mine no longer. +Our little 44-caliber revolvers did as good +work as Banta would have done with his +Winchester."</p> + +<p>"Whew! I am glad it is all over, and that +we were not frightened out of coming here. I +don't believe in ghosts, anyway."</p> + +<p>"How do you account for that man in the +mine up the country who always gets farther +and farther away every time anybody tries to +touch him?" asked Julian.</p> + +<p>"I believe that story originated in the +minds of some miners who were afraid to go +there. And as for their shooting at him, I +don't take any stock in that, either. Now, I +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">313</a></span> +will finish what I was going to say when the +old gentleman came in and interrupted me. +After I have killed these cubs, we will go to +work and fill this cave so full of the rocks +which some of the miners have left scattered +about that there won't be a chance for any +other animal to make a commotion in this +mine."</p> + +<p>The work of dispatching the cubs was very +soon accomplished, and then the boys wanted +to get the lions above ground, so that they +could see how they looked. But when they +undertook to lift the "old gentleman," to +carry him to the bucket, they found they had +more than they could do; so they each took +hold of a hind leg and dragged him to the +shaft. When they came to put him in, they +saw there was not room enough for the cubs, +for the bucket would not hold any more.</p> + +<p>"I'll go up and haul the old fellow out," +said Jack. "I tell you, he is big enough to +scare anybody—is he not?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," answered Julian, with a laugh; +"and if we had been frightened away, and +somebody else had found out that they were +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">314</a></span> +lions, and not unearthly spirits, it would have +been all over Denver inside of a month."</p> + +<p>Jack, who said he thought that was so, +seized the rope and began working his way +toward the top. Then the bucket began to +move, and presently Julian saw it go out over +the top. In a few minutes Jack came down +again, and they got the mother of the family +ready to be hoisted up. Julian went up this +time, tumbled the lion out beside his mate, +and let down the bucket for the dead cubs +and Jack, who, when he stepped out, found +Julian with his hat off and drawing his shirt-sleeves +across his forehead.</p> + +<p>"I tell you, Jack, if the dirt you send up +weighs as much as these ghosts did, the one +who pulls it out will have the hardest part of +the work," said Julian. "Now let us sit +down and take a good look at them."</p> + +<p>The longer the boys looked, the larger +seemed to grow the animals that had created +so great an uproar in the country for miles +around. They regretted they had not brought +a tape-line with them, that they might take +measurements; but they came to one conclusion—if +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">315</a></span> +they found an animal like either of +those in the mountains, they would give it a +wide berth. They had read of encounters +with them by men, and during their stay in +Denver had listened to some thrilling stories, +told by miners, of their fierceness, and they +decided that those men had more pluck than +they had.</p> + +<p>"Let us take the skins off, and by that time +it will be night," said Julian. "We can fill +up the hole to-morrow."</p> + +<p>"I don't know how to go to work at it—do +you?" asked Jack, taking off his hat and +scratching his head. "I never did such a +piece of business in my life."</p> + +<p>"We are not going to take them off with +the intention of selling them; we are going +to show them to the miners. If we tell them +our story without anything to show for it, +they will think we are trying to shoot with a +long bow. If we make a few holes in the +skins by a slip of our knives, who cares?"</p> + +<p>The boys went to work on the cubs first, +one holding the hind legs and the other doing +the skinning, and they got along so well with +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">316</a></span> +them that they went to work on the big ones +with more confidence. By the time it grew +dark the skins were removed, and the carcasses +were dragged away and thrown into the +ravine. Then the boys began supper with +light hearts. The mystery of the haunted +mine had been unearthed, and Julian and +Jack were ready to dig up the treasure—that +is, if there was any there waiting for them. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">317</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER XXIV.</h2> + +<h3>"THAT IS GOLD."</h3> + +<p>"Jack, come up here; I have something +to show you."</p> + +<p>"What is it? Have you made yourself +rich by washing out the last bucket of earth +I sent up?"</p> + +<p>"I have something, and it looks like gold. +Wait until I haul this bucket up, and then +I'll send it down for you."</p> + +<p>This conversation took place between Julian +and his chum on the third morning after +their arrival at the mine. The hole that led +into the cave which the lions had made their +habitation had been filled up so tight that even +a ground-squirrel would have found it a hard +task to work his way through; all the little +rocks had been cleared away from the floor of +the pit, making it an easy matter for them to +carry the earth in a basket to the bottom of +the shaft, and the digging had been going on +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">318</a></span> +for two days without any signs of "color" +rewarding their anxious gaze. The buckets +of dirt, as fast as they were sent up, were +washed in the brook by the aid of a "cradle" +which the boys had brought with them, but +their most persistent "rocking" failed to +leave a sediment behind. All the dirt went +out with the water, and the cradle was as +clean when they got through rocking it as it +was before they began.</p> + +<p>"I believe the fellow who wrote that letter +must have taken all the gold in the mine," remarked +Julian, one night, after they had +spent a hard day's work at the pit. "Fifty +thousand dollars! That's a heap of money to +take out of one hole in the ground."</p> + +<p>"I think so myself," replied Jack; "but +we will keep it up until our provisions are +gone, and then we will go back to Dutch +Flat."</p> + +<p>But on this particular day Julian, who was +washing the dirt at the head of the shaft, +thought he saw some settlings in the bottom +of his cradle, and forthwith began to handle +it a little more carefully. The longer he +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">319</a></span> +rocked the more the sediment grew, until at +last he had a spoonful, which he gathered up +and then approached the mouth of the pit.</p> + +<p>"If you have any gold to show me I'll +come up before the bucket does," declared +Jack; "the bucket can wait."</p> + +<p>"I have enough here to buy another block +of houses," exclaimed Julian, as Jack's head +and shoulders appeared. "What do you think +of that?"</p> + +<p>"Is it gold or not?" asked Jack, who was +inclined to be suspicious. "Maybe it is +some of that iron that Mr. Banta told us +about."</p> + +<p>"That is just what I was afraid of," said +Julian; "but I reckon iron pyrites comes in +lumps, don't it? If it does, this is gold, sure +enough."</p> + +<p>The boys did not know what to make of it, +and they finally decided that they would put +it away until Mr. Banta came up to see how +they were getting along, which he had agreed +to do at the end of two weeks. The boys +spoke of their "find" as iron pyrites, for they +did not like to think they would be lucky +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">320</a></span> +enough to dig gold out of the ground, and this +was not the only spoonful of dust that went +into their bag. The bag grew in size as the +days wore on, and finally, at the end of two +weeks, it was almost full.</p> + +<p>"I tell you, Jack, I don't like to show this +to Mr. Banta," declared Julian, holding up +the bag, and looking ruefully at it. "Perhaps +we have done all our best digging all +for nothing."</p> + +<p>"Well, it can't be helped," was Jack's reply. +"They were inexperienced when they +first came out here, and there was nobody to +tell them whether they had iron pyrites or +gold. But we have done one thing that he +can't laugh at—we have worked the haunted +mine."</p> + +<p>Two weeks had never passed so slowly to +the boys before. They worked early and late, +but they found time now and then to glance +toward the entrance of the valley, to see if +Mr. Banta was approaching. All this while +the bag grew heavier and fuller, until Julian +declared that it would not hold another +spoonful. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">321</a></span></p> + +<p>"Then we must tie it up tight and hide it +somewhere," said Jack.</p> + +<p>"What is the use of hiding it?" asked Julian. +"Nobody knows that we have been so +successful in our haunted mine."</p> + +<p>"No matter; such things have happened, +and we want to be on the safe side. We must +hide it a little way from the lean-to, for there +is the first place anybody will look for it."</p> + +<p>Julian readily gave in, although he could +not see any necessity for it, took a spade, and +went with Jack to what he considered to be a +good hiding-place. A hole was dug, the bag +put in, some leaves were scattered over the +spot, and then Jack drew a long breath of +relief.</p> + +<p>"One would think we are surrounded by +robbers," said Julian. "Who do you suppose +is going to steal it?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know; but I have never had so +much money, or what is equivalent to money, +in my charge before, and, as I said before, I +think it best to be on the safe side."</p> + +<p>"Our two weeks have passed, and Mr. +Banta ought to be here to-morrow," observed +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">322</a></span> +Julian, leading the way back to the lean-to. +"I expect he will look for us to be all +chawed up."</p> + +<p>The very next day Mr. Banta appeared. +The boys had found an extra "find" that +morning. Julian was rocking the cradle back +and forth, and Jack was leaning over his +shoulder to see what gold there was in it, when +they heard the sound of horses' hoofs on the +rocks, and looked up to find the miner and +his partner, Pete, standing in the entrance to +the valley.</p> + +<p>"Now we will soon have this thing cleared +up," exclaimed Julian, joyfully. "Mr. Banta, +you don't know how glad we are to see you +again!"</p> + +<p>Mr. Banta did not say anything in reply. +He and his partner rode slowly toward them, +looking all around, as if they expected to discover +something.</p> + +<p>"Is it the ghosts you are looking for?" +asked Jack. "Come along, and we will show +them to you."</p> + +<p>"Boys," stammered Mr. Banta, as if there +was something about the matter that looked +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">323</a></span> +strange enough to him, "you are still on top +of the ground. Put it there."</p> + +<p>The boys readily complied, and they +thought, by the squeeze the miner gave their +hands, that he was very much surprised to see +them alive and well, and working their mine +as if such things as ghosts had never been +heard of.</p> + +<p>"Did you see them?" he continued.</p> + +<p>"You are right, we did," answered Julian. +"Jack, pull off your shirt. He has some +marks that he will carry to his grave."</p> + +<p>Jack did not much like the idea of disrobing +in the presence of company, but he divested +himself of his shirt and turned his +back to the miners. On his shoulder were +four big welts, which promised to stay there +as long as he lived.</p> + +<p>"It was a lion!" exclaimed Mr. Banta.</p> + +<p>"That is just what it was. Now come with +me and I will show you the skins. We have +something to prove it."</p> + +<p>The miners followed after the boys, when, +as they were about to pass their pit, Julian +said he wanted to see them about something +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">324</a></span> +that had been worrying them a good deal ever +since they first discovered it.</p> + +<p>"What do you call that?" he asked, gathering +up a pinch of the sediment that still remained +in the cradle.</p> + +<p>"Good gracious! Do you gather much of +this stuff?" exclaimed Mr. Banta, who was all +excitement now.</p> + +<p>"It is not iron pyrites, is it?"</p> + +<p>"Iron your grandmother!" retorted Mr. +Banta. "It is gold, and a bag full of that +stuff will be worth about ten thousand dollars +to you!"</p> + +<p>"We have a bagful of it hidden away," asserted +Julian; while Jack was so overcome +with something, he didn't know what, that he +sat right down on the ground. "Jack thought +we had best hide it, but I will get it and show +it to you."</p> + +<p>"Well, well! this beats anything in the +world that I ever heard of! Don't it you, +Pete?" asked Mr. Banta, dismounting from +his horse. "Here's you two, come out here +as tenderfeet from St. Louis, who never saw +or heard of a gold-mine before, and you come +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">325</a></span> +up to this pit, which has all manner of ghosts +and other things wandering about it at will,—so +much so that they scared away two of +the best men we had on Dutch Flat,—and +then you get the upper hand of the spirits and +make ten thousand dollars out of the mine in +two weeks! I tell you that bangs me; don't +it you, Pete?"</p> + +<p>Jack came up to take the horses and hitch +them to swinging limbs, and Mr. Banta turned +to Julian and told him he was anxious to see +that bag with the ten thousand dollars in gold +in it; whereupon Julian caught up a spade +and hurried out, and Jack, who had returned +to the lean-to, was told to sit down and tell +them the story about the haunted gold-mine.</p> + +<p>"There isn't much to tell," said Jack, who, +like all modest fellows, disliked to talk about +himself. "I went down to see what the inside +of the mine looked like, and one of the lions +pitched onto me and I shot him."</p> + +<p>"There's more in the story than that comes +to," declared Mr. Banta. "Let us go out and +look at the skins; we will hear the straight +of the matter when Julian comes in." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">326</a></span></p> + +<p>The skins were rolled up,—they had been +stretched on the ground until the sun dried +them,—but Jack quickly unrolled them, and +the miners looked on as if greatly surprised. +They could not understand how one ball, fired +in the dark, had finished the lion so speedily.</p> + +<p>"It is a wonder she did not tear you all to +pieces," said Pete. "You must have made a +dead-centre shot."</p> + +<p>The other skin was unrolled, too, and by +the time the miners had examined it to their +satisfaction Julian came up with the bag. +Mr. Banta untied it, and one look was enough.</p> + +<p>"That is gold," said he; "there is no iron +pyrites about that. Now, Jack, you go on +and get dinner for us, and we will listen while +Julian tell us about those ghosts."</p> + +<p>"I told you I did not believe in such +things," remarked Julian. "And the whole +thing has come out just as I said it would."</p> + +<p>"What have you in this pack?" asked +Jack. "It looks like provisions."</p> + +<p>"That is just what it is. We thought you +must be nearly out by this time, and so we +brought some along. Let the mule go home, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">327</a></span> +if she wants to; she misses that old bell-mare."</p> + +<p>The story which Jack did not tell lost +nothing in going through Julian's hands. He +described things as nearly as he could see +them before Jack's light went out, and told +of the lucky shot and the savage shrieks that +came up to him through the pit.</p> + +<p>"Those shrieks were what got next to me," +declared Julian, with a shudder. "I can't +get them out of my mind yet. I thought that +the ghost had Jack, sure."</p> + +<p>"Well, go on," said Mr. Banta, when Julian +paused. "There were two lions there—how +did you get the other one?"</p> + +<p>When Julian told how Jack had taken +charge of the matter, and had gone ahead in +order to hunt up the other ghost, Mr. Banta +acted as though he could scarcely believe it; +while Pete thrust his spurred heels out before +him and broke out into a volley of such quaint +oaths that Julian threw back his head and +laughed loudly.</p> + +<p>"If you had not done anything else since +you have been up here but go to hunt up that +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">328</a></span> +lion with revolvers, I should know you were +tenderfeet pure and simple," declared Mr. +Banta. "Why, boys, that was the most dangerous +thing you ever did!"</p> + +<p>"Well, we did not know what else to do," +explained Julian, modestly. "Jack said the +lion would not let us work the mine if he +could help it, and so we had to go and find +him."</p> + +<p>"I know some miners down at Dutch Flat +who would think twice before going for that +lion with their Winchesters," declared Pete, +"and you had nothing but little popguns!"</p> + +<p>"They did the work, anyhow," asserted +Julian.</p> + +<p>"Well, boys, you have been very lucky," +said Mr. Banta. "Take your bag of dust and +hide it where nobody will ever think of looking +for it. And remember—if any person +comes here and asks you for money, you are +to give him what is in the other bag, and keep +still about this full one."</p> + +<p>Julian's eyes began to open wide as this hint +was thrown out. He looked at Jack, who was +by this time engaged in dishing up the dinner; +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">329</a></span> +but the latter only shook his head at him, +as if to say, "Didn't I say we had better hide +that gold while we had the opportunity?"</p> + +<p>"Who do you think is going to rob us?" +asked Julian, as soon as he could speak.</p> + +<p>"I am sure I don't know; but we have +some men down at the Flat who would not be +any too good to come up here and see how you +are getting along. Of course this thing will +get all over the Flat in less than five minutes +after we get there. We must tell just how we +found you; for, if we try to keep it secret, +the miners will suspect something and come +up here in a body. But if they do that, then +you will be safer than if you were alone."</p> + +<p>"We don't want any truck with such +people," declared Jack. "If we shoot as well +as we did at the lion that wore that big skin, +you will hear something drop. Now sit up +and eat some dinner."</p> + +<p>"Jack, I believe you have the most pluck," +said Pete.</p> + +<p>"He has it all," replied Julian. "He don't +say much, but he keeps up a dreadful lot of +thinking." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">330</a></span></p> + +<p>Dinner over, the miners lit their pipes, and +then Mr. Banta said they wanted to go down +into the mine to see how it looked.</p> + +<p>"It is my opinion that you won't get much +more gold out of here," said he, as he stepped +into the bucket. "You are gradually working +your way toward the ravine, and when +you break through the wall, you will find no +color there."</p> + +<p>"I don't care," replied Julian. "If it will +hold out until we get another bag filled, that +will be all we want. We can say, when we +get back to Denver, that we have been in the +mines."</p> + +<p>"And had some adventures there, too," remarked +Mr. Banta. "Lower away."</p> + +<p>Julian and Pete followed Mr. Banta down +to the bottom of the mine, and Jack stayed +up above to manage the bucket. They were +gone a long time, for Julian was obliged to +tell his story over again; and, when they were +pulled up, Mr. Banta repeated what he had +said before he was let down, namely, that the +boys had about reached the end of their vein.</p> + +<p>"But even with these bags full, you have +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">331</a></span> +got more than some men have who have been +on the Flat for two years," said he. "Now, +boys, is there anything we can do for you before +we bid you good-bye?"</p> + +<p>No, Julian and Jack could not think of +anything they wanted. They thanked the +miners for bringing them some provisions, +and offered payment on the spot; but Mr. +Banta said they would let that go until the +boys had got through working their mine. +They shook them by the hand, wished them +all the good luck in the world, turned their +faces toward home, and in a few moments the +sound of their horses' hoofs on the rocks had +died away in the distance. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">332</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER XXV.</h2> + +<h3>CLAUS, AGAIN.</h3> + +<p>"There!" said Mr. Solomon Claus, as he +entered at a fast walk the railroad +depot, passed through it, and took up the first +back street that he came to; "I guess I have +got rid of him. Now, the next thing is to go +somewhere and sit down and think about it."</p> + +<p>Claus kept a good watch of the buildings +as he passed along, and at last saw a hotel, +into which he turned. He bought a cigar at +the bar, and, drawing a chair in front of one +of the windows, sat down to meditate on his +future course; for this German was not in the +habit of giving up a thing upon which he had +set his mind, although he might fail in every +attempt he undertook. He had set his heart +upon having a portion of that money that +Julian had come into by accident, and, although +something had happened to upset his +calculations, he was not done with it yet. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">333</a></span></p> + +<p>"That was a sharp trick, sending off the +box by express, when they might as well have +carried its contents in their valises," said +Claus, settling down in his chair and keeping +his eyes fastened upon the railroad depot. +"Wiggins was at the bottom of that, for I +don't believe the boys would ever have thought +of it. I wonder how they felt when they +found their valises gone? Now, the next +thing is something else. Shall I go home, +get my clothes, and spend the winter in Denver, +or shall I go home and stay there? +That's a question that cannot be decided in a +minute."</p> + +<p>While Claus was endeavoring to come to +some conclusion on these points he saw Casper +Nevins coming along the railroad and entering +the depot. By keeping a close watch of +the windows he discovered him pass toward +the ticket office, where he made known his +wants, and presently Claus saw him put a +ticket into his pocket.</p> + +<p>"So far, so good," muttered Claus, as he +arose from his chair. "I guess I might as +well get on the train with him, for I must go +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">334</a></span> +to St. Louis anyhow. Perhaps something will +occur to me in the meantime."</p> + +<p>Casper was sitting on a bench, with his +hands clasped and his chin resting on his +breast, wondering what in the world he was +going to do when he got back to St. Louis, +when he heard Claus's step on the floor. He +first had an idea that he would not speak to +him at all; but Solomon acted in such a +friendly manner, when he met him, that he +could not fail to accost him with</p> + +<p>"You were trying to shake me, were you?"</p> + +<p>"Shake you! my dear fellow," exclaimed +Claus, as if he were profoundly astonished. +"Such a thing never entered my head! I +simply wanted to get away by myself and +think the matter over. Have a cigar."</p> + +<p>"I don't want it!" declared Casper, when +Claus laid it down upon his knee. "I don't +believe I shall want many cigars or anything +else very long."</p> + +<p>"Disappointed over not finding that wealth, +were you?" asked Claus, in a lower tone. +"Well, I was disappointed myself, and for a +time I did not want to see you or anybody +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">335</a></span> +else. I have wasted a heap of hard-earned +dollars upon that 'old horse.'"</p> + +<p>"Have you given it up, too?" inquired +Casper.</p> + +<p>"What else can I do? Of course I have +given it up. I will go back home again and +settle down to my humdrum life, and I shall +never get over moaning about that hundred +thousand dollars we have lost."</p> + +<p>"Do you think we tried every plan to +get it?"</p> + +<p>"Every one that occurred to me. They +have it, and that is all there is to it. What +are you going to do when you get back to St. +Louis?" inquired Claus, for that was a matter +in which he was very much interested. He +was not going to have Casper hanging onto +him; on that he was determined.</p> + +<p>"I suppose I shall have to do as others do +who are without work," replied Casper. "I +shall go around to every store, and ask them +if they want a boy who isn't above doing anything +that will bring him his board and +clothes. I wish I had my old position back; +I'll bet you that I would try to keep it." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">336</a></span></p> + +<p>"That is the best wish you have made in a +long time," said Claus, placing his hand on +Casper's shoulder. "If I was back there, +with my money in my pocket, I would not +care if every one of the express boys would +come and shove an 'old horse' at me. I tell +you, 'honesty is the best policy.'"</p> + +<p>Casper was almost ready to believe that +Claus had repented of his bargain, but he soon +became suspicious of him again. That was a +queer phrase to come from the lips of a man +who believed in cheating or lying for the purpose +of making a few dollars by it. For want +of something better to do, he took up the cigar +which Claus had laid upon his knee and proceeded +to light it.</p> + +<p>"Well, I guess I'll go and get a ticket," +remarked Claus, after a little pause. "I don't +know how soon that train will be along."</p> + +<p>"'Honesty is the best policy,' is it?" +mused Casper, watching Claus as he took up +his stand in the door and looked away down +the railroad. "Some people would believe +him, but I have known him too long for that. +I wish I knew what he has in his head. He +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">337</a></span> +is going to try to get his hands on that 'old +horse'; and if he does, I hope he will fail, +just as we have done. He need not think that +I am going to hold fast to him. I have had +one lesson through him, and that is enough."</p> + +<p>Claus did not seem anxious to renew his +conversation with Casper. He had heard all +the latter's plans, as far as he had any, and +now he wanted to think up some of his own. +He walked up and down the platform with his +hands behind his back, all the while keeping +a bright lookout down the road for the +train.</p> + +<p>"I must go to Denver, because I shall want +to make the acquaintance of some fellows +there whom I know I can trust," soliloquized +Claus. "I can get plenty of men in St. +Louis, but they are not the ones I want. I +must have some men who know all about +mining, and perhaps I can get them to scrape +an acquaintance with Julian. That will be +all the better, for then I can find out what he +is going to do. Well, we will see how it looks +when I get home."</p> + +<p>For half an hour Claus walked the platform +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">338</a></span> +occupied with such thoughts as these, +and finally a big smoke down the track told +him the train was coming. He stuck his +head in at the door and informed Casper of +the fact, and when the train came up he +boarded one of the forward cars, leaving his +companion to do as he pleased.</p> + +<p>"You are going to shake me," thought +Casper, as he stepped aboard the last car in +the train. "Well, you might as well do it at +one time as at another. I have all the money +I can get out of you, but I am not square with +you by any means. From this time forward +I'll look out for myself."</p> + +<p>And the longer Casper pondered upon this +thought, the more heartily he wished he had +never seen Claus in the first place. He did +not sleep a wink during his ride to St. Louis, +but got off the train when it reached its destination +and took a straight course for his +room. The apartment seemed cheerless after +his experience on the train, but he closed the +door, threw himself into a chair, and resumed +his meditations, for thus far he had not been +able to decide upon anything. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">339</a></span></p> + +<p>"I am hungry," thought he, at length, +"and after I have satisfied my appetite I will +do just what I told Claus—go around to the +different stores and ask them if they want a +boy. I tell you that will be a big come-down +for me, but it serves me right for having anything +to do with Claus."</p> + +<p>We need not go with Casper any further. +For three nights he returned from his long +walks tired and hungry, and not a single +storekeeper to whom he had applied wanted +a boy for any purpose whatever. Sometimes +he had sharp words to dishearten him. "No, +no; get out of here—you are the fifth boy who +has been at me this morning;" and Casper +always went, for fear the man would lay violent +hands on him. On the fourth night he +came home feeling a little better than usual. +He had been hired for a few days to act as +porter in a wholesale dry-goods store, and he +had enough money in his pocket to pay for a +good supper. The wages he received were +small—just about enough to pay for breakfast +and supper; but when the few days were up +the hurry was over, and Casper was once +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">340</a></span> +more a gentleman of leisure. And so it was +during the rest of the summer and fall. He +could not get anything to do steadily, his +clothes were fast wearing out, and the landlord +came down on him for his rent when he +did not have a cent in his pocket. Utterly +discouraged, at last he wrote to his mother for +money to carry him to his home; and so he +passes out of our sight.</p> + +<p>As for Claus, we wish we could dispose of +him in the same way; but unfortunately we +cannot. Everybody was glad to see him +when he entered the pool-room where he had +been in the habit of playing, and more than +one offered him a cigar. He told a long story +about some business he had to attend to somewhere +out West, and when he talked he +looked up every time the door opened, as if +fearful that Casper would come in to bother +him for more money. But Casper was sick +of Claus. The lesson he had received from +him was enough.</p> + +<p>Claus remained in St. Louis for two months; +and he must have been successful, too, for the +roll of bills he carried away with him was +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">341</a></span> +considerably larger than the one which Casper +had seen. When he was ready to go he +bade everybody good-bye, and this time he +carried his trunk with him. He was going +out West to attend to "some business," which +meant that he was going to keep watch of +Julian and Jack in some way, and be ready +to pounce upon them when they worked their +mine—that is, if they were successful with it.</p> + +<p>"That will be the only thing I can do," +decided Claus, after thinking the matter over. +"They have the buildings by this time, at +any rate, so that part of it has gone up; but +when they get out alone, and are working in +their mine, that will be the time for me to +take them. They will have all the work, but +I will have the dust they make."</p> + +<p>When Claus reached this point in his meditations, +he could not help remembering that +some of the men who were interested in the +mines were dead shots with either rifle or revolver, +and that if he robbed the boys he +would be certain to have some of them after +him, and what they would do if they caught +him was another matter altogether. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">342</a></span></p> + +<p>"I can shoot as well as they can," thought +he, feeling around for his hip pocket to satisfy +himself that his new revolver was still in its +place. "If I have some of their money in +my pocket, I would like to see any of the +miners come up with me."</p> + +<p>When Claus reached Denver, his first care +was to keep clear of Julian and Jack, and his +next was to find some miners who were +familiar with the country in the region bordering +on Dutch Flat; for thus far Claus had +not been able to learn a thing about it. +Dutch Flat might be five miles away or it +might be a hundred, and he wanted somebody +to act as his guide. He put up at a second-rate +hotel, engaged his room, and then came +down into the reading-room to keep watch of +the men who tarried there.</p> + +<p>"I must find somebody whose face tells me +he would not be above stealing a hundred +thousand dollars if he had a good chance," +decided Claus; "but the countenances of these +men all go against me—they are too honest. +I guess I'll have to try the clerk, and see what +I can get out of him." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">343</a></span></p> + +<p>On the second day, as Claus entered the +reading-room with a paper in his hand, he +saw before him a man sitting by a window, +his feet elevated higher than his head, watching +the people going by. He was a miner,—there +could be no doubt about that,—and he +seemed to be in low spirits about something, +for every little while he changed his position, +yawned, and stretched his arms as if he did +not know what to do with himself. Claus +took just one look at him, then seized a chair +and drew it up by the man's side. The man +looked up to see who it was, and then looked +out on the street again.</p> + +<p>"Excuse me," began Claus, "but you seem +to be a miner."</p> + +<p>"Well, yes—I have dabbled in that a +little," answered the man, turning his eyes +once more upon Claus. "What made you +think of that?"</p> + +<p>"I judged you by your clothes," replied +Claus. "Have a cigar? Then, perhaps you +will tell me if you know anything about +Dutch Flat, where there is—"</p> + +<p>"Don't I know all about it?" interrupted +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">344</a></span> +the man. "Ask me something hard. A +bigger fraud than that Dutch Flat was never +sprung on any lot of men. There is no color +of gold up there."</p> + +<p>"Then what made you go there in the first +place?" asked Claus.</p> + +<p>"It got into the hands of a few men who +were afraid of the Indians, and they coaxed +me and my partner to go up," replied the +man. "But there were no Indians there. I +prospected around there for six months, owe +more than I shall ever be able to pay for grub-staking, +and finally, when the cold weather +came, I slipped out."</p> + +<p>"I am sorry to hear that," remarked Claus, +looking down at the floor in a brown study. +"I have a mine up there, and I was about to +go up and see how things were getting on +there; but if the dirt pans out as you say, it +will not be worth while."</p> + +<p>"You had better stay here, where you have +a good fire to warm you during this frosty +weather," said the man, once more running +his eyes over Claus's figure. "If you have a +mine up there you had better let it go; you +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">345</a></span> +are worth as much money now as you would +be if you stayed up there a year."</p> + +<p>"But I would like to go and see the mine," +replied Claus. "There was a fortune taken +out of it a few years ago, and it can't be that +the vein is all used up yet."</p> + +<p>"Where <i>is</i> your mine?"</p> + +<p>"That is what I don't know. I have somehow +got it into my head the mine is off by +itself, a few miles from everybody else's."</p> + +<p>"Do you mean the haunted mine?" asked +the man, now beginning to take some interest +in what Claus was saying.</p> + +<p>"I believe that is what they call it."</p> + +<p>"It is five miles from Dutch Flat, straight +off through the mountains. You can't miss +it, for there is a trail that goes straight +to it."</p> + +<p>"Do you know where it is?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I know; but that is all I do know +about it. I saw two men who went there to +work the pit, and who were frightened so +badly that they lit out for this place as quick +as they could go, and that was all I wanted to +know of the mine." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">346</a></span></p> + +<p>"Then you have never been down in it?"</p> + +<p>"Not much, I haven't!" exclaimed the +man, looking surprised. "I would not go +down into it for all the money there is in the +mountain."</p> + +<p>"Did those men see anything?"</p> + +<p>"No, but they heard a sight; and if men +can be so badly scared by what they hear, they +don't wait to see anything."</p> + +<p>"Well, I want to go up there, and who can +I get to act as my guide?"</p> + +<p>"I can tell you one thing," answered the +man, emphatically—"you won't get me and +Jake to go up there with you. I'll tell you +what I might do," he added, after thinking a +moment. "Are you going to stay here this +winter?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I had thought of it. It is pretty +cold up there in the mountains—is it not?"</p> + +<p>"The weather is so cold that it will take +the hair right off of your head," replied the +man. "If you will stay here until spring +opens, you might hire me and Jake to show +you up as far as Dutch Flat; but beyond that +we don't budge an inch." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">347</a></span></p> + +<p>"How much will you charge me? And +another thing—do I have to pay you for waiting +until spring?"</p> + +<p>"No, you need not pay us a cent. We have +enough to last us all winter. I was just wondering +what I was going to do when spring +came, and that made me feel blue. But if you +are going to hire us—you will be gone three +or four months, won't you?"</p> + +<p>Yes, Claus thought that he would be gone +as long as that. Then he asked, "How far is Dutch Flat from here?"</p> + +<p>"Two hundred miles."</p> + +<p>The two then began an earnest conversation +in regard to the money that was to be paid +for guiding Claus up to Dutch Flat. The +latter thought he had worked the thing just +about right. It would be time enough to tell +him who Julian and Jack were, and to talk +about robbing them, when he knew a little +more concerning the man and his partner. +He had not seen the other man yet, but he +judged that, if he were like the miner he was +talking to, it would not be any great trouble to +bring them to his own way of thinking. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">348</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER XXVI.</h2> + +<h3>CLAUS HEARS SOMETHING.</h3> + +<p>Never had a winter appeared so long +and so utterly cheerless as this one did +to Solomon Claus. The first thing he did, +after he made the acquaintance of Jake and +his partner, was to change his place of abode. +Jake was as ready to ask for cigars as Claus +had been, and the latter found that in order +to make his money hold out he must institute +a different state of affairs. He found lodgings +at another second-rate hotel in a distant +part of the city, but he found opportunity to +run down now and then to call upon Bob and +Jake,—those were the only two names he +knew them by,—to see how they were coming +along, and gradually lead the way up to talking +about the plans he had in view. It all +came about by accident. One day, when discussing +the haunted mine, Claus remarked +that he knew the two boys who were working +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">349</a></span> +it, and hoped they would have a good deal of +dust on hand by the time he got here.</p> + +<p>"Then they will freeze to death!" declared +Bob. "What made you let them go there, +if you knew the mine was haunted?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, they are not working it now," said +Claus. "They are in St. Louis, and are coming +out as soon as spring opens. They are +plucky fellows, and will find out all about +those ghosts before they come back."</p> + +<p>"Yes, if the ghosts don't run them away," +answered Bob. "I understood you to say +they are boys. Well, now, if they get the +better of the ghosts, which is something I +won't believe until I see it, and we should get +there about a month or two after they do, and +find that they have dug up dust to the amount +of ten or fifteen thousand dollars—eh?"</p> + +<p>"But maybe the gentleman is set on those +two boys, and it would not pay to rob them," +remarked Jake.</p> + +<p>"No, I am not set on them," avowed Claus, +smiling inwardly when he saw how readily +the miners fell in with his plans. "I tried +my level best to get those boys to stay at +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">350</a></span> +home, for I don't want them to dig their +wealth out of the ground, but they hooted at +me; and when I saw they were bound to +come, I thought I would get up here before +them and see what sort of things they had +to contend with."</p> + +<p>"What sort of relationship do you bear to +the two boys?" asked Bob.</p> + +<p>"I am their uncle, and I gave them a block +of buildings here in Denver worth a hundred +thousand dollars and this haunted mine; but, +mind you, I did not know it was haunted +until after I had given it to them. But, boy +like, they determined to come up, brave the +ghosts, and take another fifty thousand out of +it."</p> + +<p>Bob and Jake looked at each other, and +something told them not to believe all that +Claus had said to them. If he was worth so +much money that he was willing to give his +nephews a hundred thousand dollars of it, he +did not live in the way his means would +allow.</p> + +<p>"And another thing," resumed Claus. "I +would not mind their losing ten thousand +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">351</a></span> +dollars, provided I got my share of it, for +then they would learn that a miner's life is +as full of dangers as any other. But remember—if +you get ten thousand, I want three +thousand of it."</p> + +<p>This was all that Claus thought it necessary +to say on the subject of robbing the boys, +and after finishing his cigar he got up and +went out. Jake watched him until he was +hidden in the crowd on the street, and then +settled back in his chair and looked at Bob.</p> + +<p>"There is something wrong with that fellow," +he remarked. "His stories don't hitch; +he has some other reason for wishing to rob +those boys. Now, what is it?"</p> + +<p>"You tell," retorted Bob. "He has something +on his mind, but he has no more interest +in that pit than you or I have. He +never owned it, in the first place."</p> + +<p>"Then we will find out about it when we +show him the way to the Flat," said Jake.</p> + +<p>"Oh, there will be somebody there working +the mine—I don't dispute that. But he +is no uncle to them two boys. But say—I +have just thought of something. We are not +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">352</a></span> +going up there for three dollars a day; and if +we don't make something out of the boys, +what's the reason we can't go to headquarters?"</p> + +<p>Jake understood all his companion would +have said, for he winked and nodded his head +in a way that had a volume of meaning in it. +The two moved their chairs closer together, +and for half an hour engaged in earnest conversation. +There was only one thing that +troubled them—they did not like the idea of +staying at Dutch Flat, among the miners, +until they heard how the boys were getting +on with their mine.</p> + +<p>"You know they did not like us any too +well last summer," said Bob, twisting about +in his chair. "If we had not come away just +when we did, it is my belief they would have +ordered us out."</p> + +<p>"Yes; and it was all on your account, too. +You were too anxious to know how much the +other fellows had dug out of their mines. +You must keep still and say nothing."</p> + +<p>Claus went away from the hotel feeling +very much relieved. Bob and Jake had +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">353</a></span> +come over to his plans, and they had raised +no objection to them. The next thing was to +bring them down to a share in the spoils. +He was not going to come out there all the +way from St. Louis and propose that thing to +them, and then put up with what they chose +to give him.</p> + +<p>"I must have a third of the money they +make, and that is all there is about it," said +he to himself. "They would not have known +a thing about it if it had not been for me. +Who is that? I declare, it is Julian and +Jack!"</p> + +<p>The boys were coming directly toward him, +and this was the first time he had seen them +since his arrival in Denver, although he had +kept a close watch of everybody he had met +on the street. He stepped into a door, and +appeared to be looking for some one inside; +and when the boys passed him, he turned +around to look at them. The latter were in a +hurry, for it was a frosty morning, and they +felt the need of some exercise to quicken their +blood; besides, they were on their way to +school, in the hope of learning something that +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">354</a></span> +would fit them for some useful station in life. +They were dressed in brand-new overcoats, +had furs around their necks and fur gloves +on their hands, and Julian was bent partly +over, laughing at some remark Jack had +made. He watched them until they were +out of sight, and then came out and went on +his way.</p> + +<p>"I tell you we are 'some,' now that we +have our pockets full of money," soliloquized +Claus, who grew angry when he drew a contrast +between his and their station in life. +"Most anybody would feel big if he was in +their place. But I must look out—I don't +want them to see me here."</p> + +<p>Fortunately Claus was not again called +upon to dodge the boys in his rambles about +the city. He kept himself in a part of the +city remote from that which the boys frequented. +The winter passed on, and spring +opened, and he did not again see them; but +he heard of them through Bob and Jake, who +made frequent visits to the hotel where Mr. +Banta was located.</p> + +<p>"I guess we saw your boys to-day," said +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355">355</a></span> +Bob, who then went on to give a description +of them. "They have it all cut and dried +with Banta, and he is going to show them the +way to their mine. No, they did not mention +your name once. They are going to buy a +pack-horse, and load him up with tools and +provisions, and are going out as big as life."</p> + +<p>"That is all right," said Claus. "Now, remember—I +am to have a third of the dust +you get."</p> + +<p>"Of course; that is understood," answered +Jake, who now seemed as anxious to go to +Dutch Flat as he had before been to keep +away from it. "It would not be fair for us to +take it all. Where are you going after you +get the money?"</p> + +<p>"I haven't got it yet," remarked Claus, +with a smile. "Those ghosts may be too +strong for the boys, and perhaps they will +come away without anything."</p> + +<p>"Then we will pitch in and work the mine, +ourselves," said Bob. "They say that gold is +so thick up there that you can pick it up with +your hands. We won't come away and leave +such a vein behind us." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356">356</a></span></p> + +<p>"What about the ghosts?" queried Claus, +who could not deny he was afraid of them. +"They may be too strong for you, also."</p> + +<p>"If they can get away with cold steel we'll +give in to them," said Jake. "But I'll risk +that. Where are you going when you get the +money? Of course you can't go back to St. +Louis."</p> + +<p>"No; I think I shall go on to California. +I have always wanted to see that State."</p> + +<p>"Well, we will go East. Three thousand +dollars, if they succeed in digging out ten +thousand, added to what we shall make—humph!" +said Bob; and then he stopped before +he had gone any further.</p> + +<p>It was a wonder that Claus did not suspect +something, but his mind was too fully occupied +with other matters. Where was he going +when he got the money? That was something +that had not occurred to Claus before, +and he found out that he had something yet +to worry him.</p> + +<p>"You fellows seem to think you will get +rich by robbing those boys," remarked Claus, +knowing that he must say something. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357">357</a></span></p> + +<p>"No, we don't," answered Jake; "but that +will be enough to keep us until we can turn +our hands to some other kind of work. Now +about our pack-horse, tools and provisions. +You have money enough to pay for them, I +suppose?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes—that is, I have a little," Claus +replied, cautiously, for he was afraid the +miners might want more of it than he felt +able to spend. "But I tell you I shall be +hard up after I get those things."</p> + +<p>"You have other money besides what you +gave the boys," said Bob. "You can write to +St. Louis for more."</p> + +<p>"But I don't want to do that. I have with +me just what I can spare, for my other funds +are all invested."</p> + +<p>"Oh, you can get more for the sake of what +is coming to you," said Jake, carelessly. +"Now, we want to start for Dutch Flat in +about a week. That will give the boys time +to fight the ghosts and get to work in their +pit. Suppose we go and see about our pack-horse +and tools."</p> + +<p>Claus would have been glad to have put +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358">358</a></span> +this thing off for a day or two, but he could +not see any way to get out of it. He went +with the miners, who knew just where they +wanted to go, and the horse he bought was a +perfect rack of bones that did not seem strong +enough to carry himself up to Dutch Flat, let +alone a hundredweight of tools and provisions +with him. The tools he bought were to be +left in the store until they were called for, and +the miners drew a long breath of relief, for +that much was done. If Claus at any time +got sick of his bargain, and wanted to haul +out, he could go and welcome; but they would +hold fast to his tools and provisions, and use +them in prospecting somewhere else.</p> + +<p>The morning set apart for their departure +came at last, and Claus and his companions +put off at the first peep of day. They made +the journey of two hundred miles without any +mishap, and finally rode into the camp of +Dutch Flat just as the miners were getting +ready to have their dinner. They all looked +up when they heard the newcomers, and some +uttered profane ejaculations under their breath, +while others greeted them in a way that Claus +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359">359</a></span> +did not like, for it showed him how his partners +stood there with the miners.</p> + +<p>"Well, if there ain't Bob I'm a Dutchman!" +exclaimed one, straightening up and shading +his eyes with his hand. "You are on hand, +like a bad five-dollar bill—ain't you? I was +in hopes you were well on your way to the +States by this time."</p> + +<p>"No, sir; I am here yet," answered Bob. +"You don't mind if I go and work my old +claim, do you? I don't reckon that anybody +has it."</p> + +<p>"Mighty clear of anybody taking your +claim," said another. "You can go there and +work it, for all of us; but we don't want you +snooping around us like you did last summer."</p> + +<p>"What is the matter with those fellows?" +asked Claus, when they were out of hearing. +"What did you men do here last summer?"</p> + +<p>"Just nothing at all," replied Jake. "We +wanted to know how much gold everybody +was digging, and that made them jealous of +us."</p> + +<p>"But if you can't mingle with them as you +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360">360</a></span> +did then, how are you going to find out about +the haunted mine?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, we'll mix with them just as we did +last year, only we sha'n't have so much to say +to them," said Jake. "Here is our claim, +and it don't look as though anybody had been +nigh it."</p> + +<p>Claus was both surprised and downhearted. +If he had known that the miners were going +to extend such a reception as that to him he +would have been the last one to go among +them. There he was, almost alone, with two +hundred brawny fellows around him, each one +with a revolver strapped to his waist, and +their looks and actions indicated that if necessity +required it they would not be at all +reluctant to use them. He managed to gather +up courage to visit the general camp-fire, +which was kindled just at dark, where the +miners met to smoke their pipes and tell about +what had happened in their mines during the +day. This one had not made anything. The +dirt promised fairly, and he hoped in a few +days to strike a vein that would pay him and +his partner something. Another had tapped +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_361" id="Page_361">361</a></span> +a little vein, and he believed that by the time +he got a rock out of his way he would stumble +onto a deposit that would make him so +rich that he would start for the States in short +order.</p> + +<p>"Well, partner, how do you come on?" +asked the man who was sitting close to Claus, +who was listening with all his ears. "Does +your dirt pan out any better than it did last +summer?"</p> + +<p>"We have not seen the color of anything +yet," replied Claus. "I do not believe there +is any gold there."</p> + +<p>"You are a tenderfoot, ain't you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes; I never have been in the mines before."</p> + +<p>"And you will wish, before you see your +friends again, that you had never seen them +this time. If you get any dust, you hide it +where your partners can't find it."</p> + +<p>There was one man, who did not take any +part in the conversation, that kept a close +watch on Claus and listened to every word he +said. It was Mr. Banta, who wondered what +in the world could have happened to bring so +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_362" id="Page_362">362</a></span> +gentlemanly appearing a man up there in +company with Bob and Jake.</p> + +<p>"He must have money somewhere about +his good clothes, and that is what Bob is +after," said he to himself. "But if that is the +case, why did they not jump him on the way +here? I think he will bear watching."</p> + +<p>Three nights passed in this way, Claus +always meeting the miners at the general +camp-fire, while his partners stayed at home +and waited for him to come back and tell +them the news, and on the fourth evening +Banta seemed lost in thought. He sat and +gazed silently into the fire, unmindful of the +tales that were told and the songs that were +sung all around him. At last one of the +miners addressed him.</p> + +<p>"Well, Banta, I suppose this is your last +evening with us," he remarked.</p> + +<p>"Yes; I go off to-morrow."</p> + +<p>"Don't you wish you had not promised to +go up there?"</p> + +<p>"No, I don't; I shall find out if the boys +are all right, anyway. That is what I care +the most about. I shall take some provisions +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_363" id="Page_363">363</a></span> +with me, and if the boys are above ground I +will leave them; otherwise, I shall bring them +back."</p> + +<p>"Oh, the boys must have the better of the +ghosts by this time," said another; "they +would have been here before this time if they +had not. You will find them with more gold +stowed away than they know what to do +with."</p> + +<p>"And didn't they see the ghosts at all?"</p> + +<p>"Why, as to that, I can't say. But they +have beaten them at their own game. You +will see."</p> + +<p>Claus pricked up his ears when he heard +this, and when the miners had all drawn +away, one by one, and sought their blankets +in their lean-to's, he asked of the man who +sat near him, and who was waiting to smoke +his pipe out before he went to bed,</p> + +<p>"Where is Banta going?"</p> + +<p>"Up to the haunted mine," was the reply. +"You see, he went up there two weeks ago +with the boys, and promised to come back in +two weeks to see how they were coming on. +His two weeks are up to-night." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_364" id="Page_364">364</a></span></p> + +<p>"What is up there, anyway?"</p> + +<p>"Well, you can ask somebody else to answer +that question," said the miner, getting +upon his feet. "I don't know what is up +there, and I don't want to know."</p> + +<p>The miner walked off and left Claus sitting +there alone. He was certain that he was on +the right track at last. As soon as Banta +came back they would know something about +the haunted mine. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_365" id="Page_365">365</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER XXVII.</h2> + +<h3>BOB TRIES STRATEGY.</h3> + +<p>"Well, what did you hear this time?" +asked Bob, who lay on his blanket +with his hands under his head and a pipe in +his mouth. "Everybody kept still about the +haunted mine, I suppose?"</p> + +<p>"No, sir; I heard about it to-night for the +first time," answered Claus. "Banta is going +up there to-morrow."</p> + +<p>"Then we will know something about it +when he comes back," remarked Bob. "I +hope the boys have got the better of those +ghosts in some way, and that they are working +their mine. Go on, and tell us what you +have heard."</p> + +<p>Claus did not have much to tell, for the +miners had cut the conversation short; but +what little he did say created great excitement +between those who heard it now for the first +time. The boys had got the better of those +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_366" id="Page_366">366</a></span> +unearthly spirits in some way, for if the +ghosts had driven them out and not allowed +them to work their mine, the miners would +have found it out long before this time.</p> + +<p>"I don't see why Banta put it off for two +weeks," said Jake; "I reckon he was afraid +of them spirits."</p> + +<p>The next day was one which Claus often +remembered. There was much excitement in +the camp, although it did not show itself. +There was none of that singing and whistling +going on, but every man worked in silence. +Banta and his partner had got off at daylight, +and ten hours must pass away before they +could look for their return; but evening came +on apace, the camp-fire was lighted, and the +miners gathered around it and smoked their +pipes without making any comments on the +long delay of Mr. Banta and the man who +had gone with him. There was one thing +that troubled them, although no one spoke of +it—the mule which had carried their pack-saddle +came home alone, and was now feeding +in company with the old bell-mare. That +looked suspicious, but the men said nothing. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_367" id="Page_367">367</a></span> +For an hour they sat around the fire, and then +one of them broke the stillness. He was an +old, gray-headed man, experienced in mining, +and of course all listened to what he had to +say. He spoke in a low tone, as if there had +been a patient there and he was afraid to +arouse him.</p> + +<p>"Ten miles in ten hours," said he, knocking +the ashes from his pipe. "Boys, something's +got the better of those two men. I +remember that several years ago I was waiting +for a partner of mine who had gone away +to prospect a mine——"</p> + +<p>"What was that?" exclaimed a miner, +jumping to his feet.</p> + +<p>"I heard something, but I don't know what +it was," said another.</p> + +<p>It was done quicker than we could tell it. +In less than a second two hundred men sprang +to their feet, and two hundred hands slipped +behind them and laid hold of as many revolvers. +Of all those men, there was not one +who would have hesitated to fight Indians +with the fear of death before their eyes, but +there was not a single instance of a miner who +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_368" id="Page_368">368</a></span> +did not change color at the sound of a noise +which seemed to come upon them from no one +could have told where.</p> + +<p>"Which way did the noise come from?" +asked a miner.</p> + +<p>"What did it sound like?" queried another.</p> + +<p>"There it is!" said the miner who had at +first detected it—"it sounds like a horse's +hoofs on the rocks. There! Don't you +hear it?"</p> + +<p>And so it proved. The noise was heard +plainly enough by this time, and in a few moments +more two men came out of the willows +and rode into the circle of light that was +thrown out by the camp-fire. They were +Banta and his partner; and one look at their +faces was enough—they were fairly radiant +with joy.</p> + +<p>"Halloo! boys," cried Banta. "I declare, +you act as though you had lost your best +friend; and some of you have revolvers drawn +on us, too!"</p> + +<p>"Say, pard," said one of the miners, shoving +his revolver back where it belonged and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_369" id="Page_369">369</a></span> +extending a hand to each of the newcomers, +"where have you been so long? Your pack-mule +has been home all the afternoon, and +has kept the camp in an uproar with her constant +braying. She acted as though she +wanted to see your horses. Did you see the +boys?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir, we saw the boys," answered +Banta. He did not seem in any particular +hurry to relieve the suspense of his friends, +which was now worked up to the highest +degree, but dismounted from his horse very +deliberately and proceeded to turn him loose.</p> + +<p>"Well, why don't you go on with it?" +asked another miner. "Were the boys all +right?"</p> + +<p>"The boys were all right and tight, and +digging away as hard as they could."</p> + +<p>"Did they—did they see the ghosts?"</p> + +<p>"Of course they did; and the ghosts are +now lying up there with their skins off."</p> + +<p>"Were they animals?"</p> + +<p>"You are right again. Now, hold on till +I light my pipe and I'll tell you all about it. +Tony, you ought to have gone up there; you +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_370" id="Page_370">370</a></span> +would be ten thousand dollars better off than +you are this minute."</p> + +<p>Tony was a man who was noted far and +near for his success in killing the lions which +were so abundant in the mountains. He would +rather hunt them than dig for gold, because +he was almost sure to get the animal he went +after. He was filling his pipe when Banta was +speaking, but he dropped it and let it lay on +the ground where it had fallen.</p> + +<p>"It is the truth I am telling you," declared +Banta. "If you don't believe it, you can go +up there to that haunted mine and find out +all about it. The boys killed them with +nothing but revolvers."</p> + +<p>Banta had his pipe lit by this time, and the +miners crowded around him, all eager for his +story. Bob and Jake were there, and no one +seemed to pay the least attention to them; +but they were impatient to learn all the particulars +of the case. There was one question +they wanted answered immediately, and that +was, Did the boys really have a bagful of +dust, or was Banta merely joking about that? +Fortunately Tony recovered his wits and his +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_371" id="Page_371">371</a></span> +pipe at the same time and asked the question +for them.</p> + +<p>"Did the boys get ten thousand dollars in +two weeks?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"Well, they brought a bag out for us to +examine, and they thought it was nothing +but iron pyrites," said Banta; and then he +went on smoking his pipe.</p> + +<p>"We took one look at the bag," said his +partner, "and we took a big load off the boys' +minds when we told them it was gold, and +nothing else. Yes, sir—they have it fair and +square."</p> + +<p>"The boys are going ahead as though there +had never been any ghosts there," said Banta; +and then he went on to tell the miners everything +that had happened during their trip to +the haunted mine; and when he got started, +he followed Julian's narrative, and paid no +attention to Jack's. It was certain that the +story did not lose anything by passing through +his hands.</p> + +<p>"Jack pulled off his shirt," said he, in conclusion, +"and he has some wounds on his +back that will go with him through life." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_372" id="Page_372">372</a></span></p> + +<p>"And is the gold as thick as they say it +is—so thick that one can pick it up with his +hands?"</p> + +<p>"It is not quite as thick as that," replied +Banta, with a laugh. "But every time one +washes out a cradleful he finds anywhere from +a teaspoonful to three or four which he wants +to put in his bag. I tell you, the boys have +been lucky."</p> + +<p>"I am going up there the first thing in the +morning," said a miner. "Here I have been +slaving and toiling for color for six months, +and I can hardly get enough to pay for my +provisions, but I'll bet it won't be that way, +now, much longer."</p> + +<p>"Wait until I tell you something," answered +Banta. "Neely, you can go up there, +if you are set on it; there's no law here that +will make you stay away. There are plenty +of places where you can sink a shaft without +troubling the boys any, but whether or not +it will pay you is another question. The +boys will be down here themselves in less +than two weeks' time."</p> + +<p>"How do you account for that?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_373" id="Page_373">373</a></span></p> + +<p>"Their vein is giving out. It will end in +a deep ravine that is up there, and there their +color ends."</p> + +<p>"Why don't they go back farther and start +another?" asked the miner.</p> + +<p>"It won't pay. The man who started that +shaft upon which they are now at work was +a tenderfoot, sure enough. There is not the +first sign of color about the dirt anywhere. +He thought it was a pretty place and so went +to work, and the consequence is, it has panned +out sixty thousand dollars. But go ahead if +you want to, Neely."</p> + +<p>Neely did not know whether or not he +wanted to go ahead with such a warning in +his ears. Banta was an experienced prospector, +and he could almost tell by looking at +the ground if there was any gold anywhere +about there. A good many who had been on +the point of starting for the haunted mine +with the first peep of day shook their heads, +and concluded they would rather stay where +they were than go off to a new country. There +were three, who did not say anything, whose +minds were already made up as to what they +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_374" id="Page_374">374</a></span> +would do. They waited until the miners +were ready to go to their blankets, and then +Bob attracted the attention of those nearest +him by saying,</p> + +<p>"What Banta says throws a damper on +me. The haunted mine is going to play out +in a day or two, this place here is not worth +shucks, and we are going off somewhere at +break of day to see if we can't do better than +we are doing here."</p> + +<p>"Where are you going?" asked one.</p> + +<p>"I don't know, and in fact I don't care +much. I'll go to the first good place I hear +of, I don't care if it is on the other side of the +Rocky Mountains. I came out here expecting +to get rich in a few days, and I am poorer +now than I was ten years ago. These mountains +around here have not any gold in them +for me."</p> + +<p>"And I say it is good riddance," whispered +the miner to some who stood near him. "If +you had acted as you did last year, you would +have been sent out before this time."</p> + +<p>Having paved the way for the departure of +himself and companions, Bob joined them and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_375" id="Page_375">375</a></span> +led the way into his own cabin. They seated +themselves close together, for they did not +want to talk loud enough to be heard by anyone +who was passing their camp.</p> + +<p>"Well, they have it!" exclaimed Claus, +who was so excited that he could not sit still.</p> + +<p>"And it is gold, too," declared Jake. +"Banta says so, and that is enough."</p> + +<p>"In the morning, after we get breakfast," +said Bob, "we'll hitch up and take the back +trail toward Denver. We will go away from +the haunted mine, and that will give color to +what I told them a while ago."</p> + +<p>"What if you should chance to miss your +way?" asked Claus.</p> + +<p>"You can't lose me in these mountains; I +have prospected all over them, and I have +seen where the haunted mine is located a +hundred times. What a pity it was that I +did not stay there. Sixty thousand dollars! +Jake, if we had that sum of money we would +be rich."</p> + +<p>Jake did not say anything—that is, anything +that would do to put on paper. He +stretched himself out on his blanket and swore +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_376" id="Page_376">376</a></span> +softly to himself, so that nobody but his companions +could hear him.</p> + +<p>"That will be three thousand three hundred +dollars apiece," said Claus, who did not like +the way that Bob and Jake left him out +entirely. "Remember, I am to have a third +of it."</p> + +<p>"Of course; and it will be more than that. +The boys will have some time to do more digging, +and maybe they'll have another bagful. +I understood you to say that the boys were +pretty plucky."</p> + +<p>"You may safely say that," replied Claus. +"The way they stood up against those lions, +when they did not know what was onto them, +is abundant proof of that. You will have to +go easy when you tackle them, or some of you +will get more than you want."</p> + +<p>The three continued to talk in this way +until they grew tired and fell asleep—that is, +all except Claus, who rolled and twisted on +his blanket for a good while before he passed +into the land of Nod. But he was out before +daybreak and busy with breakfast, while the +others brought up the animals and packed +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_377" id="Page_377">377</a></span> +them for their journey. There was only one +man who came near them, and that was Banta, +who wanted to make sure they were not going +toward the haunted mine.</p> + +<p>"Well, boys, are you going to leave us?" +he inquired. "Where are you going?"</p> + +<p>"Not giving you a short answer, we don't +care much <i>where</i> we go," replied Bob. "There +is nothing here for us, and we will go elsewhere. +We are going to take the back track."</p> + +<p>"Are you not deciding on this matter suddenly?"</p> + +<p>"We determined on it yesterday. We decided +to go up to the haunted mine if you +came back with a favorable report of the condition +of things, but you say the lead is +played out, and of course that knocks us. +Wherever we go, we can't find a much worse +place than this."</p> + +<p>"Well, boys, I wish you luck, and we'll +all go away from here before a great while."</p> + +<p>"Why are you so anxious to find out about +where we are going?" asked Bob.</p> + +<p>"Because I wanted to remind you to keep +away from that mine up the gully," answered +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_378" id="Page_378">378</a></span> +Banta, looking hard at Bob while he spoke. +"The boys have that mine all to themselves, +and we are going to stand by them."</p> + +<p>"We have no intention of going near that +haunted mine," asserted Bob, rather sullenly. +"If those boys have gold, let them keep it."</p> + +<p>"All right! Then I have nothing further +to say to you."</p> + +<p>So saying, Banta turned on his heel and +walked away. There was nothing insulting +in what he said, but Bob and his companions +knew that he was in earnest about it. They +all kept watch of him as long as he remained +in sight, and then looked at each other with +a broad grin on their faces.</p> + +<p>"I guess Banta didn't make anything by +trying to pump me," said Bob. "When we +get a mile or two down the gully, we'll save +what little provisions we want, push our horses +over the bluff——"</p> + +<p>"What do we want to do that for?" exclaimed +Claus, in great amazement. "Can't +we turn them loose?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, and have them come back here and +join the old bell-mare," said Jake, in disgust. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_379" id="Page_379">379</a></span> +"We have to be in a hurry about what we do, +for we must get a long start of the men here. +If our nags appeared among the other horses +here, the miners would know we had been +fooling them and would start for the haunted +mine at once."</p> + +<p>"Couldn't we tie them up?" asked Claus; +"or, we could shoot them. That would be an +easier way than pushing them over the bluff."</p> + +<p>"But there's the report our pistols would +make," replied Bob, turning fiercely upon +Claus. "The easiest way is the best. Now, +if we have everything we want, let us dig out +from here."</p> + +<p>The men in the camp saw them when they +mounted their horses and started down the +gully toward Denver, but there was not one +who shouted a farewell after them. When +they disappeared from view, Banta drew a +long breath of relief.</p> + +<p>"It is just as well that they took themselves +off before we had a chance to tell them that +their room was better than their company. I +do not like the way they have been acting +since they have been here." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_380" id="Page_380">380</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER XXVIII.</h2> + +<h3>AN INHUMAN ACT.</h3> + +<p>"I'll bet no men ever went away from a +camp before without somebody said +good-bye to them," said Jake. "They don't +care where we go, or what luck we have, provided +we don't go near the haunted mine. If +they will just stay that way until to-morrow, +they can all come on at once, if they have a +mind to."</p> + +<p>Claus was the soberest man in the party. +He was waiting and watching for that bluff +at which their faithful steeds were to give up +their lives to make it possible for their owners +to get away with the amount they expected to +raise at the haunted mine. There was something +cold-blooded about this, and Claus could +not bring himself to think of it without shivering +all over.</p> + +<p>"I don't see why you can't tie them there," +Claus ventured to say; "they won't make any +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_381" id="Page_381">381</a></span> +fuss until we are safely out of the way. It +looks so inhuman, to kill them."</p> + +<p>"Look here!" said Bob, so fiercely that +Claus resolved he would not say anything +more on the subject—"if you don't like the +way we are managing this business, you can +just go your way, and we'll go ours."</p> + +<p>"But you can't go yet," interrupted Jake; +"we are not going to have you go back to +Dutch Flat and tell the men there what we +are going to do. You will stay with us until +we get that money."</p> + +<p>"Of course he will," assented Bob. "When +we get through with that haunted mine we'll +go off into the mountains, and then you'll be +at liberty to go where you please."</p> + +<p>"Of course I shall stay with you," said +Claus, not a little alarmed by the threat thus +thrown out. Then he added to himself, "I +reckon I played my cards just right. If I +can keep them from searching me, I'll come +out at the big end of the horn, no matter +what happens to them."</p> + +<p>For the next hour Claus held his peace; +but he noticed that his horse turned his head +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_382" id="Page_382">382</a></span> +and looked down the gully as if he feared +they were not going the right away. He did +not remember that he had come that route before, +but concluded that Bob was gradually +leaving the trail behind them, and was veering +around to get behind the camp at Dutch +Flat. Then the mule which bore their pack-saddle +began to be suspicious of it, too, for he +threw up his head and gave utterance to a +bray so long and loud that it awoke a thousand +echoes among the mountains.</p> + +<p>"Shut up!" exclaimed Jack, jerking impatiently +at his halter. "I hope that bluff is +not far away. We'll soon put a stop to your +braying when we get there."</p> + +<p>In another hour they came upon the bluff, +one side of which was bounded by a deep +ravine that seemed to extend down into the +bowels of the earth, and the other was hemmed +in by lofty mountains which rose up so sheer +their tops seemed lost in the clouds above. +Here again the mule became suspicious, for, in +spite of the jerks which Jake gave at his +halter, he set up another bray that sounded +as if the mountains were full of mules. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_383" id="Page_383">383</a></span></p> + +<p>"Hold fast to him, Jake, until I take his +saddle off," said Bob, hastily dismounting +from his horse; "I can soon stop that, if you +can't. There—his pack is off. Take him by +the foretop—don't let him get away from you. +Now, then, look at you!"</p> + +<p>The mule got away in spite of all Jake's +efforts to hold fast to him. The moment the +bridle was out of his mouth he dodged the +grab that Jake made for his foretop, and with +a flourish of his heels and another long bray +made for the gully by which he had entered +the bluff. The horses made a vain attempt +to follow him, and the animal on which Claus +was mounted seemed determined to go away, +but he was finally stopped by his rider before +he reached the gully. Bob and Jake were +fairly beside themselves with anger. Bob +stamped up and down so close to the ravine +that the least misstep would have sent him +over the brink, and Jake sat down on the +ground and swore softly to himself.</p> + +<p>"I tell you, this won't do!" said Bob, coming +back to the horses. "Let us put them +over without the least delay; and, mind you, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_384" id="Page_384">384</a></span> +we won't take their bridles off at all. That +mule will be in camp in less than an hour, so +we must make tracks. Let their saddles go, +too."</p> + +<p>The men went to work at pushing the +horses over into the ravine as if they were in +earnest. First Bob's horse went; then Jake's; +and finally they took Claus's bridle out of his +hands and shoved his horse over, too. Claus +did not see any of this work. The animals +went over without making any effort at escape +beyond putting out their feet and trying +to push themselves away from the brink; but +the miners got behind them, and all their attempts +to save themselves amounted to nothing. +He heard the horses when they crashed +through the branches of the trees below him, +and then all was silent.</p> + +<p>"What else could we do?" exclaimed Bob, +who thought Claus looked rather solemn over +it. "Dutch Flat is not a mile from here, and +some one there would have heard their whinnying. +I am sorry to do it, too, but when +there is ten thousand dollars in sight, I don't +stop at anything. Now pitch that mule's +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_385" id="Page_385">385</a></span> +things over, also, and then we'll get away from +here."</p> + +<p>This being done, the three, with a small +package of provisions on their shoulders, set +out once more at a rapid pace, Bob leading +the way.</p> + +<p>For a long time no one spoke, the travelling +being so difficult that it took all their +breath to keep pace with Bob; but finally he +turned about and made a motion of silence +with his hand, and then they began to pick +their way through the bushes with more caution. +After a few moments he stopped, +pushed aside the branches of an evergreen, +and after taking a survey of the scene presented +to his gaze he made another motion, +which brought his companions up beside him.</p> + +<p>"We have caught them at it!" said he. +'Julian is on top, and Jack is down below, +shovelling dirt. Where are your revolvers?"</p> + +<p>"Those fellows from the Flat have not +come yet," said Jake, looking all around to +make sure that the boys were alone. "Lead +ahead, Bob, and remember that we are close +at your heels." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_386" id="Page_386">386</a></span></p> + +<p>Leaving his provisions behind him, Bob +arose to his feet, stepped out of his place of +concealment and advanced toward the pit. +Julian was so intent on watching his companion +below that he did not hear the sound +of their footsteps until they were so close to +him that he could not pull his partner up; so +he simply raised his head, and was about to +extend to them a miner's welcome, when he +saw something that made him open his eyes +and caused him to stare harder than ever. +There was something about that short, fleshy +man which he was sure he recognized. It did +not make any difference in what style of clothing +Claus was dressed in,—whether as a gentleman +of leisure or as a miner,—his face betrayed +him. He saw that it was all up with +him, for he had no time to go to the lean-to +after his revolver.</p> + +<p>"Pitch that dirt out of the bucket and come +up, Jack," called Julian, shaking the rope to +attract the attention of his comrade. "Claus +is up here."</p> + +<p>There was a moment's silence; then Jack's +voice came back in no very amiable tones. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_387" id="Page_387">387</a></span></p> + +<p>"Get away with your nonsense!" he exclaimed. +"If I come up there again for just +nothing at all, I pity <i>you</i>! If Claus is there, +make him show himself."</p> + +<p>"Why, he's your uncle," asserted Bob, who +began to wonder if that was the first lie that +Claus had told them.</p> + +<p>"That man?" exclaimed Julian. "Not +much, he ain't. Jack, is Claus your uncle?"</p> + +<p>"Tell him to come down here and I'll see +about it," said Jack, who could not yet be +made to see that there was something really +going on at the top. "That makes two I +have against you, old fellow."</p> + +<p>"No, you haven't got anything against +me," said Julian. "Here is Claus. Don't +you see his face? Any man who would claim +such an uncle as that—"</p> + +<p>"That is enough out of you!" interrupted +Jake. "Fetch that partner of yours up, and +then bring out your money—we must get +away from here in a hurry."</p> + +<p>"Well! well!" cried Jack, who happened +to look up and catch a glimpse of Claus's +face. "I will come up directly." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_388" id="Page_388">388</a></span></p> + +<p>"Say, you, down there," called Bob, bending +over the shaft, "if you have a revolver +down there, be careful that you keep it where +it belongs."</p> + +<p>"Don't worry yourself," answered Jack; +"I haven't anything in the shape of a revolver +about me. Hoist away, Julian."</p> + +<p>The dirt was emptied out by this time, and +Jack stepped into the bucket and was promptly +hoisted to the top. Then he stood waiting for +the three men to make known their wants; +but he devoted the most of his time to scrutinizing +the face of Claus, to whom he was indebted +for the presence of the other two.</p> + +<p>"Do you think you could recognize me if +you should chance to meet me again anywhere?" +asked Claus.</p> + +<p>"Certainly, I could," answered Julian; "I +would recognize you if I saw you in Asia. +You are bound to have some of that money, +are you not?"</p> + +<p>"That is just what I am here for," said +Claus, with a grin. "You have one bagful +and another partly full, and we want them +both as soon as you can get them." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_389" id="Page_389">389</a></span></p> + +<p>Jack was astonished when he heard this, +for Mr. Banta had told him to keep the full +bag hidden where no one could find it. How, +then, did Claus know anything about it? Julian +was equally amazed; but, after thinking +a moment, he turned on his heel and led the +way toward their lean-to. Bob and his companion +kept close by the side of the two boys, +for they did not want them to find their revolvers +before they knew something about it. +They had heard from various sources that the +boys were fair shots, and they did not want to +see them try it on.</p> + +<p>"Well, Claus, you slipped up on one +thing," said Julian; "you didn't get any of +that block of buildings—did you?"</p> + +<p>"Come, now, hurry up!" insisted Bob. +"Where are those bags?"</p> + +<p>"Here's one you have been talking about," +answered Jack, pulling the head of his bed +to pieces and producing the article in question. +"Julian, you know where the other +one is."</p> + +<p>While Jack was engaged in performing +this work the revolvers were kept pointed +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_390" id="Page_390">390</a></span> +straight at him, for fear he might pull out +another one and turn it loose upon them before +they could draw a trigger. But the boys +did not seem to care any more about the revolvers +than if they had been sticks of wood +that were aimed at them. Claus had a revolver, +but he did not seem inclined to use it.</p> + +<p>"Are you sure it is gold in here, and not +something else?" asked Bob.</p> + +<p>"You have got the bag in your hands, and +you can look and see for yourself," said +Jack.</p> + +<p>"Go out in front of the lean-to and sit +down on the ground so that I can watch you," +said Bob. "Jake, go with that boy and dig +up the other one. Is this all you have made +since you have been here?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, that's all. Now, what are you going +to do with us?"</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you when Jake comes back. Is +there much more of that lead down there?"</p> + +<p>"Well, you have charge of the mine, now, +and there is no law to hinder you from going +down and finding out," retorted Jack. "Claus, +where are you going? I don't expect to see +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_391" id="Page_391">391</a></span> +these gentlemen any more, but I should like +to keep track of you."</p> + +<p>Claus did not see fit to answer this question, +and in the meantime Julian and Jake +returned with the other bag. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_392" id="Page_392">392</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER XXIX.</h2> + +<h3>A TRAMP WITH THE ROBBERS.</h3> + +<p>"Oh, it is gold!" exclaimed Jake, as Bob +took the bag and bent over it; "it is +not iron pyrites."</p> + +<p>"Stow that about your clothes, Jake, and +then we'll go on," said Bob; "and we want +you boys to gather up provisions enough to +last you for three or four days. But, in the +first place, where are your revolvers?"</p> + +<p>"Don't you see them hung up there, in +plain sight?" asked Jack, pointing to the articles +in question, which were suspended from +the rack of the lean-to, in plain sight. "What +are you going to do with us?"</p> + +<p>"We are going to take you a three days' +journey with us, and then turn you loose."</p> + +<p>"Why can't you let us go now?" queried +Julian. "We have nothing else that is worth +stealing."</p> + +<p>"No, but you are too close to Dutch Flat," +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_393" id="Page_393">393</a></span> +Jake replied. "We haven't got anything +against you, and when we get out there in the +mountains—"</p> + +<p>"You might as well shoot us on the spot as +to lose us among these hills. I pledge you +my word that we will not stir a step—"</p> + +<p>"That is all very well," interrupted Bob +with a shake of his head which told the boys +that he had already decided on his plan; +"but, you see, it don't go far enough. If you +don't go to the miners, the miners will come +here to you, so we think you would be safer +with us. Gather up your grub and let us get +away from here."</p> + +<p>The boy saw very plainly that Bob and +Jake wanted to make their escape from the +miners sure; so Julian collected some bacon +and hard-tack, which he wrapped up in a +blanket and fixed to sling over his shoulders. +There was one thing that encouraged him—"if +he did not go to the miners, the miners +would come after him"—and proved that +they must in some way have had their suspicions +aroused against Bob and Jake. Jack +also busied himself in the same way, and in a +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_394" id="Page_394">394</a></span> +very few minutes the boys were ready to +start.</p> + +<p>"I must say you are tolerably cool ones, to +let ten or fifteen thousand dollars be taken +from you in this way," remarked Bob, who +was lost in admiration of the indifferent manner +in which the boys obeyed all orders. "I +have seen some that would have been flurried +to death by the loss of so much money."</p> + +<p>"If Claus, here, told the truth, they have a +whole block of buildings to fall back on," answered +Jake. "But maybe that is a lie, too."</p> + +<p>"No, he told you the truth there," said Julian. +"He tried to cheat us out of those +buildings while we were in St. Louis—"</p> + +<p>"I never did it in this world!" declared +Claus, emphatically.</p> + +<p>"Did you not claim to be our uncle?" asked +Julian.</p> + +<p>"Uncle!" ejaculated Jack. "Great Scott!"</p> + +<p>Claus did not attempt to deny this. Bob +and Jake were almost within reach of him, +and they looked hard at him to see what he +would say, and he was afraid to affirm that +there was no truth in the statement for fear +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_395" id="Page_395">395</a></span> +of something that might happen afterward. +He glanced at the boys, who were looking +steadily at him, and Jack moved a step or +two nearer to him with his hands clenched +and a fierce frown on his face, all ready to +knock him down if he denied it; so Claus +thought it best not to answer the question at +all.</p> + +<p>"You won't think it hard of me if I hit +him a time or two?" asked Jack.</p> + +<p>"Come here and behave yourself," said +Julian, walking up and taking Jack by the +arm. "I think, if the truth was known, he +is in a worse fix than we are."</p> + +<p>"But he claims to be my uncle!" exclaimed +Jack.</p> + +<p>The tone in which these words were uttered, +and Jack's anger over the claim of relationship, +caused Bob and Jake to break out +into a roar of laughter.</p> + +<p>"We'll take your word for it," said Bob, as +soon as he could speak; "but we can't waste +any more time here. Follow along after me, +and Jake will bring up the rear."</p> + +<p>Bob at once set off to the spot where they +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_396" id="Page_396">396</a></span> +had left their provisions, and, having picked +them up, led the way down the almost perpendicular +side of the ravine until they +reached the bottom. Now and then he would +look over his shoulder at Jack, who was following +close behind him, and would break +into another peal of laughter.</p> + +<p>"So you didn't want that fellow to claim +relationship with you?" said he. "Well, I +don't blame you. He has done nothing but +tell us one pack of lies after another ever +since we met him. The only thing that had +the least speck of truth in it was that we +should find you here at the haunted mine."</p> + +<p>This remark was made in a low tone, so +that it did not reach the ears of Claus, who +was following some distance behind. If Claus +had not seen already that he was in a "fix," +he ought to have seen it now.</p> + +<p>"Now, perhaps you wouldn't mind telling +us what you are going to do with us," Jack +ventured to say, in reply.</p> + +<p>"Well, the men there at Dutch Flat are +hot on our trail now," asserted Bob.</p> + +<p>"How do you know that?" +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_397" id="Page_397">397</a></span></p> + +<p>"Because our mule got away from us when +we tried to shove him over the bluff. We +wanted to destroy everything we had that we +could not carry on our backs, but he got away +from us. Banta warned us against coming up +here, and we fooled him by making him believe +we were going straight down to Denver; +but he will be after us now. If he +comes, he had better take us unawares; that's +all."</p> + +<p>"We don't want to see that fight," remarked +Jack. "You'll let us go before that +comes off?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes; when we get you so deep in the +mountains that you can't find your way back +readily, why, then we'll let you go. If you +behave yourselves, you won't get hurt."</p> + +<p>Bob led the way at a more rapid pace when +they reached the bottom of the gorge, jumping +from rock to rock, and climbing over +fallen trees that lay in their road, and Jack +followed his example. He knew that Bob +was making the trail more difficult to follow, +but it was done in order to keep out of argument +with his charge; for Bob often stopped, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_398" id="Page_398">398</a></span> +whenever he came to a place that took some +pains to get over, and saw that those who +were following him left no tracks behind +them.</p> + +<p>"There!" said Bob, pulling off his hat and +looking back at the way they had come; "I +reckon Banta will find some trouble in tracking +us up here. I am hungry, and we'll stop +here and have something to eat."</p> + +<p>After they had satisfied their appetites they +took a little time to rest, and then set off again +at a more rapid pace than ever. It was +almost dark when they stopped to camp for +the night. The boys were tired, and they +showed it as soon as they had disposed of +their bacon and hard-tack by wrapping their +blankets about them and lying down to sleep, +with their feet to the fire. Their slumber +was as sound as though they were surrounded +by friends instead of being in the power of +those who had robbed them of their hard-earned +wealth.</p> + +<p>It seemed to them that they had scarcely +closed their eyes when they were awakened +by the sound of footsteps moving about, and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_399" id="Page_399">399</a></span> +threw off their blankets in time to see Bob +cutting off a slice of bacon. It was as dark as +pitch in the woods, and the boys did not see +how Bob was to find his way through them.</p> + +<p>"It will be light enough by the time we +have our breakfast eaten," said he, in response +to the inquiry of Julian. "You have a watch +with you. What time is it?"</p> + +<p>Julian had a watch with him, it is true, but +he had been careful how he drew it out in the +presence of Bob and Jake. It had no chain +attached to it, and the boy was not aware that +Bob knew anything about it; but he produced +the gold timepiece and announced that it was +just five o'clock. This was another thing +over which Julian had had an argument with +Jack, who believed that, with the money he +had at his disposal, he ought to have the best +watch that could be procured, and, in spite of +Jack's arguments, he had purchased the best +American patent lever he could find. Jack's +watch was an ordinary silver one, and he said +that by it he could tell the time when dinner +was ready as well as he could by a good timepiece. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_400" id="Page_400">400</a></span></p> + +<p>"Do you want this watch?" asked Julian, +because he thought the man who would steal +his money would not be above stealing his +watch also.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no," replied Bob, with a laugh; +"you can keep that. I wanted your money, +and, now that I have it, I am satisfied."</p> + +<p>By the time breakfast was cooked and eaten +there was light enough to show them the way, +and Bob once more took the lead. There was +no trail to guide them—nothing but the gully, +which twisted and turned in so many ways +that Julian almost grew heart-sick when he +thought of finding his way back there in company +with Jack. More than once he was on +the point of asking Bob if he did not think +they had gone far enough, but the man had +been so friendly and good-natured all the time +that he did not want to give him a chance to +act in any other way. So he kept with him +during that long day's tramp, looking into all +the gullies he crossed, and once or twice he +slyly reached behind him and pulled down a +branch of an evergreen that happened to come +in his way. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_401" id="Page_401">401</a></span></p> + +<p>"That's the way our women used to do in +old Revolutionary times when they were captured +and wanted to leave some trail for their +rescuers to follow," soliloquized Julian; "but +Bob doesn't take any notice of it."</p> + +<p>"Well, I reckon we'll stop here for the +night," remarked Bob, when it got so dark +that he could scarcely see. "This is as far as +we shall ask you to go with us, Julian. I suppose +you are mighty glad to get clear of us."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I am," assented Julian, honestly. +"If you will give us what you have in your +pockets, you can go your way and we will +make no attempt to capture you."</p> + +<p>"Oh, we couldn't think of that! You +have wealth enough to keep you all your +lives, and I have struggled for ten years to +gain a fortune, and to-day I have just got it."</p> + +<p>"What would you do if somebody should +catch you along the trail, somewhere? You +would come in for a hanging, sure."</p> + +<p>"Don't you suppose we know all that? It +is a good plan for you to catch your man before +you hang him. We have two revolvers +apiece, and you know what that means." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_402" id="Page_402">402</a></span></p> + +<p>"You don't count Claus worth anything, +then," remarked Jack.</p> + +<p>"Eh? Oh, yes, we do," exclaimed Bob, +who wondered what Claus would think of him +for leaving him out entirely. "But Claus is +not used to this sort of business, you know. +He could make a noise, and that is about all +he could do."</p> + +<p>"We know we should come in for a hanging +if those fellows at Dutch Flat should ever +get their hands on us, but when they do that +we'll be dead. You need not think we are +going to stay in this country, where everybody +has got so rich, and we be as poor as Job's +turkey all the while. We have just as good a +right to be rich as they have."</p> + +<p>When Jake got to talking this way it was +a sure sign that he was rapidly getting toward +a point which Bob called "crazy." He was +always mad when he spoke of others' wealth +and his own poverty; and the boys, who were +anxious to get him off from that subject, began +their preparations for supper. They were +glad to know they had gone far enough with +the robbers to insure their escape, and they +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_403" id="Page_403">403</a></span> +were disposed to be talkative; but they noticed +that Claus was more downhearted than +he had ever been. He lit his pipe, leaned +back against a tree, and went off into a brown +study.</p> + +<p>"I suppose he'll get a portion of the money +that was stolen from us," said Jack, in a low +tone.</p> + +<p>"No, he won't," answered Julian in the +same cautious manner. "He has been promised +some of that money, but I'll bet you he +don't get a cent of it. He is here in these +fellows' power, and they'll take what they +please out of him."</p> + +<p>The boys, although as tired as they were on +the previous day, were not by any means inclined +to sleep. In fact they did not believe +they had been asleep at all until they heard +Bob moving around the fire. It was five +o'clock by Julian's watch, and his first care +was to find out what had become of Claus, +who lay muffled up, head and ears, in his +blanket; but he would not have stayed there +if he knew what was going to happen to him +during the day. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_404" id="Page_404">404</a></span></p> + +<p>"Now perhaps you will be good enough to +tell us what route we have to travel in order +to get out of here," said Jack.</p> + +<p>"Have you a compass with you?" asked +Jake.</p> + +<p>No, the boys had none; they did not think +they would need one when they were surrounded +by friends who knew the woods, and +consequently they had not brought one with +them.</p> + +<p>"You know which way is east, don't you? +Well, place your backs to the sun, and keep +it there all the time. Dutch Flat lies directly +west of here."</p> + +<p>"That will be good if the sun shines all the +time," said Julian. "But if it goes under a +cloud—then what?"</p> + +<p>"Then you will have to go into camp, and +stay until it comes out again," replied Bob. +"But at this time of the year you have nothing +to fear on that score. Are you going already? +Well, good-bye. Why don't you +wish us good luck with that money we took +from you?"</p> + +<p>"Because I don't believe it will bring you +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_405" id="Page_405">405</a></span> +good luck," said Jack. "We worked hard +for it, and we ought to have it. I wish you +good-bye, but I don't wish you good luck."</p> + +<p>"Shake hands with your uncle, why don't +you?" asked Bob.</p> + +<p>"Not much!" returned Jack. "If that +money doesn't bring him some misfortune I +shall miss my guess."</p> + +<p>Julian and Jack shouldered the blankets +which contained the few provisions they had +left, plunged into the thicket, and were out +of hearing in a few minutes. The robbers sat +by the fire without making any effort to continue +their journey, and presently Bob turned +his eyes upon Claus.</p> + +<p>"Now, my friend, it is time for you to go, +too," said he. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_406" id="Page_406">406</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER XXX.</h2> + +<h3>HOME AGAIN.</h3> + +<p>Claus had been expecting something of +this kind. It is true he had a revolver, +but by the time he could reach back +to his hip pocket and draw it he could be +covered by Jake, whose weapon lay close at +hand. There was but one thing to be done—he +had to surrender. Instead of getting three +thousand dollars for his share in the robbery, +he would be turned loose in that country, two +hundred miles from anybody, without a cent +left in his pockets—that is, if Bob searched +him.</p> + +<p>"Well," said Claus, "I suppose you want +all the money I have around me. I should +think you might leave me a little."</p> + +<p>"How much have you?" asked Bob.</p> + +<p>Without saying a word, Claus unbuttoned +his vest, worked at something on the inside, +and presently hauled out a belt, which he +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_407" id="Page_407">407</a></span> +handed over to Bob. It did not stick out as +though there was much money in it, and when +Bob began to investigate it, all he drew forth +was twenty-five dollars.</p> + +<p>"You are a wealthy millionaire, I understood +you to say," exclaimed Bob, in great +disgust. "This looks like it!"</p> + +<p>"I told you, when I had purchased the +pack-mule, provisions and tools, that I should +not have much left," answered Claus. "That's +all I have, and if you take it from me I shall +starve."</p> + +<p>"Stand up!" commanded Jake, who was +as disgusted as Bob was. "You are sure you +haven't got any about your clothes? But, +first, I'll take possession of that revolver."</p> + +<p>The revolver having been disposed of, Jake +then turned his attention to feeling in all +Claus's pockets, but he found nothing more +there—Claus had evidently given them the +last cent he had.</p> + +<p>"Take your little bills," said Bob, throwing +Claus's belt back to him. "If you are +careful of them, they will serve you till you +get back to Denver." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_408" id="Page_408">408</a></span></p> + +<p>"And when you get there, you can go to +one of those men who own that block of +buildings and borrow another thousand or +two. Now, get out of here!" put in Jake.</p> + +<p>"I thank you for this much," returned +Claus. "But I should thank you a good deal +more if you would give me my revolver. I +may want it before I reach Denver."</p> + +<p>"Give it to him, Jake. He hasn't pluck +enough to shoot at us or anybody else. Make +yourself scarce about here!"</p> + +<p>"They think they are awful smart!" +thought Claus, when he had placed some +bushes between him and the robbers. "Why +didn't they think to look in my shoe? I have +three hundred dollars that they don't know +anything about. Now I guess I'll go back to +St. Louis; and if anybody ever says anything +to me about an 'old horse,' I'll knock him +down."</p> + +<p>We are now in a position to take a final +leave of Claus, and we do it with perfect readiness. +Did he get back to St. Louis in safety? +Yes, he got there in due course, but he had +some fearful sufferings on the way. In the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_409" id="Page_409">409</a></span> +first place, he was nearly a week in finding +his way out of the mountains; and by the +time he reached a miner's cabin he was so +weak from want of food that he fell prone +upon the floor, and stayed there until the +miner came from his work and found him +there. Of course he was taken in and cared +for, and when he was able to resume his journey +he offered to present the miner with every +cent he had,—twenty-five dollars,—to pay him +for his kindness; but the miner would not +take it.</p> + +<p>"You will need every cent of that before +you get to Denver," said he. "The food and +care I have given you don't amount to anything. +Good-bye, and good luck to you."</p> + +<p>He was nearly three times as long in finding +his way back to Denver. He tried to buy +a horse on the way, but no one had any to sell. +He now and then found a chance to ride when +he was overtaken by a teamster who was +going somewhere for a load, but the most of +his journey was accomplished on foot. His +long tramp never cost him a cent, for everybody +pitied his forlorn condition. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_410" id="Page_410">410</a></span></p> + +<p>"I tell you, if I had been treated this way +by those robbers I wouldn't look as bad as I +do now," Claus often said to himself; "I +would have seen California before I went +home."</p> + +<p>All this while, Claus was on nettles for fear +he would see some of the men from Dutch +Flat who were in pursuit of him; but the +trouble was, the miners all went the other +way. They never dreamed that Claus was +going home, but saddled their horses at Mr. +Banta's command, and, making no attempt to +follow the devious course of the robbers +through the mountains, took the "upper +trail," and did their best to shut them off from +the towns toward which they knew the men +were hastening to buy some more provisions. +What luck they met with we shall presently +see.</p> + +<p>No man ever drew a longer breath than +Claus did when he came within sight of Denver. +He went at once to the hotel where he +had left his clothes, but the landlord did not +recognize him and ordered him out of the +house; but he finally succeeded in making +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_411" id="Page_411">411</a></span> +himself known; and, now that he was safely +out of reach of the miners at Dutch Flat, +he had some fearful stories to tell of his experience.</p> + +<p>"You know I left my clothes with you on +condition that you would keep them for me +for a year," said Claus, who thought that was +the wisest thing that he ever did. "Well, I +want them now. I have the key to my +trunk, so everything is all right."</p> + +<p>Claus was not long in recovering from the +effects of his journey, for he could not help +thinking that Mr. Banta, or some other man +who belonged to the Flat, would find out that +he had gone to Denver and come after him; +so he remained there but two days before he +took the cars for home.</p> + +<p>"Now I am safe," said he, settling down in +his seat and pulling his hat over his eyes; "I +would like to see them catch me. But what +shall I do when I get back to St. Louis? I +must settle down into the same old life I have +always led, and that will be a big come-down +for me."</p> + +<p>Claus is there now, spending his time at the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_412" id="Page_412">412</a></span> +pool-rooms, where he makes the most of his +living, and ready at any time to talk about +the mines and the terrible experience he had +there.</p> + +<p>And where were Julian and Jack all this +while? To begin with, they were in the +ravine, making all the haste they could to +leave the robbers behind and reach the +haunted mine before their provisions gave +out. That troubled them worse than anything.</p> + +<p>"If our grub stops, where are we going to +get more?" asked Jack. "I don't believe +there is a house any nearer than Dutch Flat."</p> + +<p>"And we can't get there any too soon," returned +Julian. "At any rate, we are better +off than Claus is. What do you suppose they +intend to do with him?"</p> + +<p>"I suppose they intend to divide the +money with him. What makes you think +they would do anything else?"</p> + +<p>"From the way they treated him. If we +could learn the whole upshot of the matter, +you would find that they don't intend to give +him a dollar." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_413" id="Page_413">413</a></span></p> + +<p>"I wish we could see Mr. Banta for about +five minutes," said Jack. "I don't like to +give up that money. It is the first we ever +earned by digging in the ground, and I was +going to suggest to you that we keep some +of it."</p> + +<p>Julian replied by lengthening his steps and +going ahead at a faster rate than ever. He, +too, did not like to confess that the money +was lost,—that is, if they could only get word +to Mr. Banta in time. He did not know +where the robbers were heading for; but, with +two hundred men at his back, Julian was certain +he could come up with them before they +had left the country entirely.</p> + +<p>"But I hope they will not hurt the robbers," +said Julian. "If they will just get the +dust, that is all I shall ask of them."</p> + +<p>About five o'clock in the afternoon, when +it began to grow dark in the ravine, Julian, +who had been all the time leading the way, +stopped and pointed silently before him. +Jack looked, and there was the camp they +had occupied two nights before.</p> + +<p>"We are on the right road, so far," said he. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_414" id="Page_414">414</a></span> +"If we don't miss our way to-morrow we are +all right."</p> + +<p>The boys had not stopped to eat any dinner, +and for that reason they were hungry. They +spent a long time in cooking and eating their +bacon, and Julian said there was just enough +for two more meals. He did not like to think +of what might happen when it was all gone, +and, after replenishing the fire, bade his companion +good-night, wrapped his blanket about +him, and laid down to rest; but sleep was out +of the question. A dozen times he got up to +see the time, and there was Jack, snoring +away as lustily as he had done at the haunted +mine. Julian wished that he, too, could forget +his troubles in the same way, but when +morning came he had not closed his eyes.</p> + +<p>Julian proved to be an invaluable guide, +for that night they slept in the first camp they +had made after leaving the haunted mine. +If he had always known the path, he could +not have brought his companion straighter +to it.</p> + +<p>"Now keep your eyes open for the trail we +made when we came down from our mine, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_415" id="Page_415">415</a></span> +and then we are at home. But I say, Julian, +I shall not be in favor of staying here. All +our money is gone, I don't feel in the humor +to work for any more, and we will go down +to Dutch Flat."</p> + +<p>"And we'll stay there just long enough to +find somebody starting out for Denver, and +we'll go with him," replied Julian. "I don't +want anything more to do with the mines as +long as I live."</p> + +<p>The night passed away, and the next morning, +without waiting to cook breakfast, the +two boys started to find the trail that led up +the bluff to the haunted mine. They were a +long time in finding it—so long, in fact, that +Julian began to murmur discouraging words; +but finally Jack found it; and now began the +hardest piece of work they had undertaken +since they left the robbers. The cliff was as +steep as it looked to be when they gazed down +into its depths from the heights above, and +they did not see how they had managed to +come down it in the first place.</p> + +<p>"Are you sure the mine is up here?" asked +Julian, seating himself on a fallen tree to +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_416" id="Page_416">416</a></span> +rest. "I should not like to go up there and +find nothing."</p> + +<p>"Didn't you see the trail we made in +coming down?" inquired Jack. "Of course +we are on the right track; but if you spend +all your time in resting, we shall never be +nearer the top than we are this minute."</p> + +<p>Julian once more set to work to climb the +hill, and in half an hour more Jack pushed +aside some branches that obstructed his way +and found himself in plain view of the mine. +Julian was satisfied now, but declared he +could not go any farther until he had recovered +all the wind he had expended in going +up the bluff; but Jack wanted to see that +everything in the camp was just as they left +it. He walked on toward the lean-to, and the +first thing that attracted his attention was that +his goods had been disturbed. The skins were +gone, some of the blankets were missing, and +there were hardly provisions enough to get +them a square meal. Julian came up in response +to his call, and was obliged to confess +that there had been other robbers while they +were absent. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_417" id="Page_417">417</a></span></p> + +<p>"Let us dish up the few provisions left, +take those things we want to save, and dig out +for the Flat," said Julian. "I am sure there +is nothing here to keep us, now."</p> + +<p>"And we'll leave the dirt-bucket here for +somebody else to use," added Jack. "If he +thinks there is a lead down there, let him go +and try it. I did not send up enough dust +the last time I was down there to pay for the +rope."</p> + +<p>At the end of an hour the boys resumed +their journey, each one loaded with a few +things they wanted to save, and in two hours +more they arrived within sight of Dutch +Flat. Some few of the men had already +given up their workings and were sitting in +front of the store, smoking their pipes; but +one of them speedily caught sight of the +boys, and the miners broke out into a cheer. +In a few seconds more they were surrounded, +shaking hands with all of them, and trying +in vain to answer their questions all at once.</p> + +<p>"This is no way to do it," declared Julian. +"Let us put our things in the cabin and +get our breath, and I will tell you the story." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_418" id="Page_418">418</a></span></p> + +<p>"In the first place," began Jack, as he deposited +the things with which his arms were +filled and came out and seated himself on the +doorsteps of Mr. Banta's cabin, "let me ask +a few questions. I won't delay the story five +minutes. Where is the man who owns this +house?"</p> + +<p>"Mr. Banta?" said one of the miners. +"He took the upper trail two or three days +ago, and rode with all possible speed in the +direction of Mendota. He hopes in that way +to cut off those villains."</p> + +<p>"He will do it, too, for they have no +horses," said Julian.</p> + +<p>"No horses? What did they do with +them?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know, I am sure," answered Julian, +in surprise. "They were on foot when +they came to rob us."</p> + +<p>"Why, their mule came up here a few +hours after they left, and made the biggest +kind of a fuss, and Banta suspected something +at once. He called for some men to go with +him, and he went as straight as he could to +your mine. You were not there, and that +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_419" id="Page_419">419</a></span> +proved that those miners had paid you a +visit."</p> + +<p>"We are going to get our dust again!" +said Julian, slapping Jack on the shoulder. +"But I hope they won't hurt the robbers after +they catch them."</p> + +<p>"Well, that is rather a difficult thing to +tell. A man who comes into a mining-camp +and watches his chance to steal money instead +of working for it, takes his life in his +hand."</p> + +<p>"Then they must have been the ones who +disturbed our things," said Jack.</p> + +<p>"Probably they were. They brought the +skins of the ghosts back, and also some of +your provisions. They are there in his cabin +now. Now let us have that story." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_420" id="Page_420">420</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="p6">CHAPTER XXXI.</h2> + +<h3>CONCLUSION</h3> + +<p>When Julian had fairly settled down to +tell his story, which he did by crossing +his right leg over his left leg and clasping +his hands around his knee, he discovered +that there was not so much to be told as he +had thought for. His adventure with the robbers +was nothing more than might have happened +to any one of the miners who were +standing around him; the only question in +his mind was, would the other miner have +fared as well as he did?</p> + +<p>"They came to our mine and stole our +dust; but I don't see how they found out +about the full bag. Mr. Banta told us to be +careful about that."</p> + +<p>"Why, Mr. Banta told it himself!" remarked +one of the miners. "He said you +had a bagful hidden away."</p> + +<p>"You see, he had to do it, or the men here +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_421" id="Page_421">421</a></span> +would have become suspicions and gone up to +your mine in a body," explained another. +"Go on—what next?"</p> + +<p>"They took the full bag, as well as the half-empty +one, and told us we would have to go +with them on a three days' journey into the +mountains, so as to keep you fellows here in +ignorance of the robbery as long as possible +but they took us only a two days' journey, +and then told us we had gone far enough. +That's all there was of it."</p> + +<p>"Is that all you have to tell?" asked one.</p> + +<p>"Well, no. They went away from here on +horseback, you said. Now, what did they do +with their animals? They were on foot when +they came to see us, and they never said +'horses' once during the two days we were +with them."</p> + +<p>"Probably they rode their horses as far as +they could, and then killed them."</p> + +<p>"No doubt they pushed them over a bluff," +said a man who had not spoken before.</p> + +<p>"We did not see any horses; of that much +we are certain. The only thing I can't see +into is, what they did with Claus after we went +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_422" id="Page_422">422</a></span> +away. Of course they agreed to give him a +portion of the money they got off us."</p> + +<p>"Maybe so, but I don't think they did it. +Go on—how did they treat you?"</p> + +<p>"As well as they knew how," answered Julian, +emphatically. "That is the reason why +I hope Mr. Banta will be kind to them if he +catches them."</p> + +<p>"Well, you'll see how he'll treat them," retorted +a miner. "You'll never see those three +men again."</p> + +<p>Julian became uneasy every time the men +spoke of the way the miners would use their +prisoners if they found them, but he knew it +would be of no use to say a word. If anything +was done to them, he was in hopes the miners +would get through with it before they came to +camp. He was not used to any Western +way of dealing with criminals, and he thought +he was getting too old to become used to it +now.</p> + +<p>This was the way Julian told his story, in +answer to numerous questions of the miners, +who finally heard all they wanted to know. +In regard to what had happened to Claus, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_423" id="Page_423">423</a></span> +none of the miners had any idea. He did not +get any of the dust that was stolen from the +boys, and he would be lucky if he got away +with a dollar in his pocket.</p> + +<p>"Do you know, I have been on the watch +for them fellows to get into a squabble of some +kind before we saw the last of them?" remarked +a miner. "That Bob was a regular +thief—one could tell that by looking at him. +The short, pursy fellow—you called him +Claus, didn't you?—looked like a gentleman; +but his face did not bear out his good +clothes."</p> + +<p>The miners then slowly dispersed, one after +the other,—some to their work, and some to +lounge in front of the grocery, smoking their +pipes,—and the boys were left to themselves. +Their first care was to get something to eat, +for they had not had a sufficient quantity of +food, the bacon and hard-tack they first put +into their blankets having disappeared until +there was none left. Provisions were handy +in Mr. Banta's cabin, and when they had got +fairly to work on it they heard a sound from +the miners whom they had left outside. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_424" id="Page_424">424</a></span></p> + +<p>"Here they come!" shouted a voice. "Now +we'll see what will be done with those prisoners!"</p> + +<p>The boys looked at each other in blank +amazement. They had caught the robbers, so +their dust was safe; but what were they going +to do with the culprits, now that they had +captured them?</p> + +<p>"I declare," said another miner, at length, +"they haven't brought any prisoners with +them! And there's Tony, with his arm tied +up in a sling!"</p> + +<p>The boys had by this time reached the +door, and saw Mr. Banta, accompanied by a +dozen miners, ride into the camp. The boys +looked closely at them, but could not see anybody +that looked like Bob and Jake; but +Tony did not seem to have left all the fight +there was in him up in the mountains, for +he raised his rifle and flourished it over his +head.</p> + +<p>"Halloo! Mr. Banta," shouted Julian. +"You meant to catch them, did you? But I +guess you came out at the little end of the +horn." +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_425" id="Page_425">425</a></span></p> + +<p>"Well, there!" exclaimed Mr. Banta, stopping +his horse and addressing himself to his +men; "didn't I tell you those boys would +come back all right? Put it there, kids!"</p> + +<p>Julian and Jack shook hands with all the +returning miners before they saw an opportunity +to propound any other questions; and +then, when they did ask them, they did not +get any satisfactory answers.</p> + +<p>"Did you get our dust?" asked Jack.</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir! And the men—ah!" said Mr. +Banta, who stopped and looked around at +the miners as if he hardly knew what to say +next.</p> + +<p>"Well, what about the men?" inquired Julian. +"You saw them, of course."</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, we saw the men; and when we +asked them where the dust was that they stole +down here at the haunted mine, they took it +out of their clothes and gave it to us. Ain't +that so, boys?"</p> + +<p>The men around him nodded their heads +emphatically, as if to say their leader had +told nothing but the truth, but there was +something in their faces that told a different +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_426" id="Page_426">426</a></span> +story. The boys concluded they would ask no +more questions while Mr. Banta was around, +but when he went away they were sure they +would get at the truth of the matter.</p> + +<p>"And, Julian, there's your money," continued +Mr. Banta, who had been trying to +take something out of his coat-pocket. "There +is the full bag, and there is the other. The +next time I leave you with such an amount +of money to take care of, I'll give you my +head for a football."</p> + +<p>"Why, Mr. Banta, <i>you</i> told them all about +this!" asserted Jack, laughingly.</p> + +<p>"No, I never!" shouted Mr. Banta.</p> + +<p>"Didn't you tell the men what we had done +and all about the dust we had?" asked Julian. +"You <i>did</i> tell them, and the robbers were +sitting by the camp-fire, and heard it all."</p> + +<p>"Eh? Oh, well—I did say—I could not +well help it—let us go into the cabin and see +what you have to eat."</p> + +<p>Mr. Banta lost no time in getting into the +cabin, for the boys had asked a question he +could not answer, and when they followed him +in he was engaged in filling his pipe. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_427" id="Page_427">427</a></span></p> + +<p>"We rode to the haunted mine and found +you were not there, so we came back and took +the upper trail on the way to Mendota," said +the miner, talking rapidly, as if he hoped to +shut off any questions the boys might have +ready to ask him. "We had a good time. We +found the men there and asked them for the +money, and they gave it over as peaceable and +quiet as could be. Now, don't let us hear any +more about it. You know the whole of the +story. Is this all you have to ease a man's appetite? +Why, I could eat it all myself!"</p> + +<p>"That's a funny story," whispered Jack, as +he and Julian went to the spring after a +bucket of water.</p> + +<p>"Well, keep still," said Julian. "He told +us not to say anything more about it, and +that's just the same as an order. We'll get +the straight of the matter yet."</p> + +<p>"Who will you go to?"</p> + +<p>"We'll go to Tony for it. He was the man +who was shot in the fracas, and he will tell us +all about it."</p> + +<p>It was two days before Julian had an opportunity +to speak to Tony in private. Tony's +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_428" id="Page_428">428</a></span> +right arm was injured so badly that he could +not use a shovel, and the boys volunteered to +go down in his mine and help him—a voluntary +act on their part which gained them the +good-will of all the miners. One day, when +Tony was sitting by his mine smoking his +pipe and Julian was waiting for Jack to fill +up their bucket, the latter thought the chance +had come, for Tony was unusually talkative +that morning.</p> + +<p>"Now, there is no need that you should +keep this thing away from us any longer," +said Julian, suddenly. "Who shot those two +men?"</p> + +<p>Tony was taken off his guard and looked +all around as if he was waiting for some one +to suggest an answer. Finally he took off +his hat and dug his fingers into his hair.</p> + +<p>"Who said anything about shooting a +man?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"No one has said anything about it this +morning, but I just want to know if everything +I suspect is true," answered Julian, with +his eyes fastened on Tony's face.</p> + +<p>"Some one who was there can't keep his +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_429" id="Page_429">429</a></span> +mouth shut," remarked Tony, in great disgust. +"Mr. Banta said he didn't want you +to know anything about it, and here that man +has gone and blowed the whole thing! But +you'll remember that I didn't say a word about +it—won't you?"</p> + +<p>"No one shall ever know what you tell +me," asserted Julian. "Did you shoot +them?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I couldn't help it—could I? We +came up with them just before we got to Mendota. +We rode right plump onto them before +we knew it, and without saying a word they +began to shoot. If they had had rifles, some +of us would have gone under; but they had +nothing but revolvers, and the first thing I +knew something went slap through my arm, +and I began to shoot, too. I got in two shots +while you would be thinking about it, and +then Mr. Banta looked through their clothes +and got the dust. We went down to Mendota +and reported the matter to the sheriff, +and he sent up and buried them."</p> + +<p>"It is a wonder to me that they didn't +arrest you," said Julian. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_430" id="Page_430">430</a></span></p> + +<p>"Who—me? What did I do? The men +were shooting at us, and I was defending myself. +It would have taken more men than +they had there to arrest me, for any man +would have done the same. Anyhow, we got +your money back. Say! Don't lisp a word +of this to Mr. Banta. He would go for me +hot and heavy."</p> + +<p>Julian was obliged to promise again that +Mr. Banta should never hear a word of what +Tony had told him; but that night he told it +to Jack, who said that his "funny story" had +come out just as he thought it would.</p> + +<p>"You said you didn't want them to deal +with the culprits here in camp, and you have +your wish," said Jack.</p> + +<p>Not long after that the miners, discouraged, +packed up, by companies of half a dozen or +more, bid good-bye to their associates, and +struck out for other localities. Dutch Flat +was "played out," there was no gold there for +them, and they were going where they could +do better. Some of them talked of going +home, while others, whose "piles" were not +quite as large as they wished, were going to +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_431" id="Page_431">431</a></span> +try it again for another year. Mr. Banta lingered +there for some time, and then he, too, +astonished the boys by bringing up his tools +and telling them that next day he would strike +for Denver.</p> + +<p>"And when I get there I don't think I +shall stop," said he. "I have been away from +my home in the granite hills so long that I +won't know how to act when I get there, and +I can't learn any younger than I can now. I +am going as far as St. Louis with you, and +then I shall strike off alone."</p> + +<p>This put new life into the boys. As soon +as it became known in camp that Mr. Banta +was going away, a dozen others joined in with +his party, and when they rode away from the +camp the few miners who were left behind +cheered themselves hoarse. The boys had +been "to the mines," had met with some adventures +while there, and they were ready to +go back among civilized people once more.</p> + +<p>Their stay in Denver did not last more +than a week, and the boys were made to +promise, over and over again, that after they +had seen their friends in St. Louis they +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_432" id="Page_432">432</a></span> +would go back there to live. Everything +they had in the world was there, the Western +country seemed to agree with them, and there +they would remain. They had not yet completed +their course at the business school, and +when that was done they must look for some +useful occupation in which to spend their lives.</p> + +<p>Mr. Banta proved that he had some money +in the bank before he had been in Denver +two days. The boys left him at his old +hotel, clad in a miner's suit, and looking altogether, +as he expressed it, "like a low-down +tramp," and when they saw him again they +could hardly recognize him. The barber had +been at work on him, the tailor had done his +best to fit him out; but the squeeze he gave +their hands proved that he was the same "old +Banta" still. The boys never forgot him; +his kindness had saved them many a dollar.</p> + +<p>After taking leave of Mr. Banta at St. +Louis the boys took up their quarters at a +leading hotel, and for two weeks devoted +themselves to calling upon their friends. As +they signed their names to the register Julian +whispered, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_433" id="Page_433">433</a></span></p> + +<p>"I have often thought, while I have been +carrying messages here in the city and looked +into this hotel while hurrying past it, that the +men who could put up at a first-class house +like this must be a happy lot, and now I have +a chance to see how it goes myself. Jack, let +us go down and have a glass of soda water. +Why don't you grumble about that the way +you did the last time we were here?"</p> + +<p>But Jack did not feel like grumbling—he +was too happy for that. He did not think, +while he was finding fault with Julian for the +wages he had spent at the express office in +buying 'old horse,' that he was one whose +fortunes hung upon the letter that was to +tell him about The Haunted Mine.</p> + +<p class="center p2">THE END.</p> + +<p class="center p6"><b>THE JOHN C. WINSTON CO.'S POPULAR JUVENILES.</b></p> + +<p class="center p2 b1"><b>HARRY CASTLEMON.</b></p> + +<hr class="l15" /> + +<p class="center p2"><b>HOW I CAME TO WRITE MY FIRST BOOK.</b></p> + +<p>When I was sixteen years old I belonged to a composition +class. It was our custom to go on the recitation seat +every day with clean slates, and we were allowed ten minutes +to write seventy words on any subject the teacher +thought suited to our capacity. One day he gave out "What +a Man Would See if He Went to Greenland." My heart was +in the matter, and before the ten minutes were up I had one +side of my slate filled. The teacher listened to the reading +of our compositions, and when they were all over he simply +said: "Some of you will make your living by writing one +of these days." That gave me something to ponder upon. +I did not say so out loud, but I knew that my composition +was as good as the best of them. By the way, there was +another thing that came in my way just then. I was reading +at that time one of Mayne Reid's works which I had +drawn from the library, and I pondered upon it as much as +I did upon what the teacher said to me. In introducing +Swartboy to his readers he made use of this expression: +"No visible change was observable in Swartboy's countenance." +Now, it occurred to me that if a man of his education +could make such a blunder as that and still write a +book, I ought to be able to do it, too. I went home that very +day and began a story, "The Old Guide's Narrative," which +was sent to the <i>New York Weekly</i>, and came back, respectfully +declined. It was written on both sides of the sheets +but I didn't know that this was against the rules. Nothing +abashed, I began another, and receiving some instruction, +from a friend of mine who was a clerk in a book store, I +wrote it on only one side of the paper. But mind you, he +didn't know what I was doing. Nobody knew it; but one +day, after a hard Saturday's work—the other boys had been +out skating on the brick-pond—I shyly broached the subject +to my mother. I felt the need of some sympathy. She +listened in amazement, and then said: "Why, do you think +you could write a book like that?" That settled the matter, +and from that day no one knew what I was up to until I sent +the first four volumes of Gunboat Series to my father. Was +it work? Well, yes; it was hard work, but each week I had +the satisfaction of seeing the manuscript grow until the +"Young Naturalist" was all complete.—<i>Harry Castlemon in the Writer.</i></p> + +<hr class="l15" /> + +<div class="center"> +<table class="ad" summary="gunboat series"> +<tr> +<td class="tdc" colspan="6"><b>GUNBOAT SERIES.</b></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdc" colspan="2">6 vols.</td> +<td class="tdc" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">By Harry Castlemon.</span></td> +<td class="tdr" colspan="2">$6.00</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl" colspan="3">Frank the Young Naturalist.</td> +<td class="tdr" colspan="3">Frank before Vicksburg.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl" colspan="3">Frank on a Gunboat.</td> +<td class="tdr" colspan="3">Frank on the Lower Mississippi.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl" colspan="3">Frank in the Woods.</td> +<td class="tdr" colspan="3">Frank on the Prairie.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdc" colspan="6"> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="tdc" 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Belisle.</p> + +<p><b>Bear Hunters of the Rocky Mountains, The.</b> By Anne +Bowman.</p> + +<p><b>Ben's Nugget; or, A Boy's Search for a Fortune.</b> By +Horatio Alger, Jr.</p> + +<p><b>Bob Burton; or, the Young Ranchman of the Missouri.</b> +By Horatio Alger, Jr.</p> + +<p><b>Bonnie Prince Charlie; A Tale of Fontenoy and Culloden.</b> +By G. A. Henty.</p> + +<p><b>Brave Billy.</b> By Edward S. Ellis.</p> + +<p><b>Brave Tom; or, The Battle that Won.</b> By Edward S. +Ellis.</p> + +<p><b>By England's Aid; or, The Freeing of the Netherlands +(1585-1604).</b> By G. A. Henty.</p> + +<p><b>By Pike and Dyke; A Tale of the Rise of the Dutch +Republic.</b> By G. A. Henty.</p> + +<p><b>By Right of Conquest; or, With Cortez in Mexico.</b> By +G. A. Henty.</p> + +<p><b>By Love's Sweet Rule.</b> By Gabrielle Emelie Jackson.</p> + +<p><b>Cabin in the Clearing, The.</b> A Tale of the Frontier. +By Edward S. Ellis.</p> + +<p><b>Camping Out, As Recorded by "Kit."</b> By C. A. Stephens.</p> + +<p><b>Camp in the Foothills, The.</b> By Harry Castlemon.</p> + +<p><b>Cornet of Horse, The.</b> A Tale of Marlborough's Wars +By G. A. Henty.</p> + +<p><b>Cruise of the Firefly.</b> By Edward S. Ellis.</p> + +<p><b>Dear Days, A Story of Washington School Life.</b> By +Ada Mickle.</p> + +<p><b>Diccon the Bold.</b> A Story of the Days of Columbus. +By John Russell Coryell.</p> + +<p><b>Do and Dare; or, A Brave Boy's Fight for Fortune.</b> By +Horatio Alger, Jr.</p> + +<p><b>Dog Crusoe, The. A Tale of the Western Prairies.</b> By +R. M. Ballantyne.</p> + +<p><b>Dog of Cotopaxi, The.</b> By Hezekiah Butterworth.</p> + +<p><b>Doris and Theodora.</b> By Margaret Vandegrift.</p> + +<p><b>Dr. Gilbert's Daughters.</b> By Margaret H. Matthews.</p> + +<p><b>Dragon and the Raven, The; or, The Days of King +Alfred.</b> By G. A. Henty.</p> + +<p><b>Elam Storm, the Wolfer; or, The Lost Nugget.</b> By +Harry Castlemon.</p> + +<p><b>Elinor Belden; or, The Step Brothers.</b> By Lucy C. Lillie.</p> + +<p><b>Esther's Fortune.</b> By Lucy C. Lillie.</p> + +<p><b>Floating Treasure.</b> By Harry Castlemon.</p> + +<p><b>Four Little Indians.</b> By Ella Mary Coates.</p> + +<p><b>Family Dilemma.</b> By Lucy C. Lillie.</p> + +<p><b>Floating Light of the Goodwin Sands, The.</b> By R. M. +Ballantyne.</p> + +<p><b>For Honor's Sake.</b> By Lucy C. Lillie.</p> + +<p><b>Four Boys; or, The Story of the Forest Fire.</b> By Edward +S. Ellis.</p> + +<p><b>Fox Hunting, As Recorded by "Raed."</b> By C. A. +Stephens.</p> + +<p><b>Freaks on the Fells.</b> By R. M. Ballantyne.</p> + +<p><b>Gascoyne, the Sandalwood Trader.</b> By R. M. Ballantyne.</p> + +<p><b>Girl's Ordeal, A.</b> By Lucy C. Lillie</p> + +<p><b>Gorilla Hunters, The.</b> By R. M. Ballantyne.</p> + +<p><b>Great Cattle Trail, The.</b> By Edward S. Ellis.</p> + +<p><b>Hunt on Snow Shoes, A.</b> By Edward S. Ellis.</p> + +<p><b>Hartwell Farm, The.</b> By Elizabeth B. Comins.</p> + +<p><b>Hector's Inheritance; or, The Boys of Smith Institute.</b> +By Horatio Alger, Jr.</p> + +<p><b>Helen Glenn; or, My Mother's Enemy.</b> By Lucy C. +Lillie.</p> + +<p><b>Helping Himself; or, Grant Thornton's Ambition.</b> By +Horatio Alger, Jr.</p> + +<p><b>Honest Ned.</b> By Edward S. Ellis.</p> + +<p><b>Haunted Mine, The.</b> By Harry Castlemon.</p> + +<p><b>In Freedom's Cause.</b> A Story of Wallace and Bruce. +By G. A. Henty.</p> + +<p><b>In the Reign of Terror; The Adventures of a Westminster +Boy.</b> By G. A. Henty.</p> + +<p><b>Jack Midwood; or, Bread Cast Upon the Waters.</b> By +Edward S. Ellis.</p> + +<p><b>Joe Wayring at Home; or, The Adventures of a Fly +Rod.</b> By Harry Castlemon.</p> + +<p><b>Kangaroo Hunters, The; or, Adventures in the Bush.</b> +By Anne Bowman.</p> + +<p><b>King's Rubies, The.</b> By Adelaide Fulaer Bell.</p> + +<p><b>Lady Green Satin.</b> By Baroness Deschesnez.</p> + +<p><b>Left on Labrador; or, The Cruise of the Yacht "Curlew."</b> +By C. A. Stephens.</p> + +<p><b>Lena Wingo, the Mohawk.</b> By Edward S. Ellis.</p> + +<p><b>Lenny, the Orphan.</b> By Margaret Hosmer.</p> + +<p><b>Lion of the North. The; A Tale of the Times of Gustavus +Adolphus.</b> By G. A. Henty.</p> + +<p><b>Luke Walton; or, The Chicago Newsboy.</b> By Horatio +Alger, Jr.</p> + +<p><b>Lynx Hunting.</b> By C. A. Stephens.</p> + +<p><b>Limber Lew, the Circus King.</b> By Edward S. Ellis.</p> + +<p><b>Marion Berkley.</b> By Elizabeth B. Comins.</p> + +<p><b>Missing Pocket-Book, The.</b> By Harry Castlemon.</p> + +<p><b>Mysterious Andes, The.</b> By Hezekiah Butterworth.</p> + +<p><b>Northern Lights.</b> Stories from Swedish and Finnish +Authors.</p> + +<p><b>Off to the Geysers; or, The Young Yachters in Iceland.</b> +By C. A. Stephens.</p> + +<p><b>On the Amazon; or, The Cruise of the "Rambler."</b> By +C. A. Stephens.</p> + +<p><b>On the Trail of the Moose.</b> By Edward S. Ellis.</p> + +<p><b>Orange and Green; A Tale of the Boyne and Limerick.</b> +By G. A. Henty.</p> + +<p><b>Oscar in Africa.</b> By Harry Castlemon.</p> + +<p><b>Our Boys in Panama.</b> By Hezekiah Butterworth.</p> + +<p><b>Our Fellows; or, Skirmishes with the Swamp Dragoons.</b> +By Harry Castlemon.</p> + +<p><b>Path in the Ravine, The.</b> By Edward S. Ellis.</p> + +<p><b>Plucky Dick; or, Sowing and Reaping.</b> By Edward S. +Ellis.</p> + +<p><b>Queen's Body Guard, The.</b> By Margaret Vandegrift</p> + +<p><b>Question of Honor.</b> By Lynde Palmer.</p> + +<p><b>Righting the Wrong.</b> By Edward S. Ellis.</p> + +<p><b>River Fugitives, The.</b> By Edward S. Ellis.</p> + +<p><b>Romain Kalbris.</b> His Adventures by Sea and Shore. +Translated from the French of Hector Malot.</p> + +<p><b>Rose Raymond's Wards.</b> By Margaret Vandegrift.</p> + +<p><b>Ruth Endicott's Way.</b> By Lucy C. Lillie.</p> + +<p><b>Shifting Winds; A Story of the Sea.</b> By R. M. Ballantyne.</p> + +<p><b>Snagged and Sunk; or, The Adventures of a Canvas +Canoe.</b> By Harry Castlemon.</p> + +<p><b>Squire's Daughter, The.</b> By Lucy C. Lillie.</p> + +<p><b>Steel Horse, The; or, The Rambles of a Bicycle.</b> By +Harry Castlemon.</p> + +<p><b>Store Boy, The; or, The Fortunes of Ben Barclay.</b> By +Horatio Alger, Jr.</p> + +<p><b>Storm Mountain.</b> By Edward S. Ellis.</p> + +<p><b>Struggling Upward; or, Luke Larkin's Luck.</b> By Horatio +Alger, Jr.</p> + +<p><b>Tam; or, Holding the Fort.</b> By Edward S. Ellis.</p> + +<p><b>Through Forest and Fire.</b> By Edward S. Ellis.</p> + +<p><b>True to the Old Flag; A Tale of the American War of +Independence.</b> By G. A. Henty.</p> + +<p><b>Two Bequests, The; or, Heavenward Led.</b> By Jane R. +Sommers.</p> + +<p><b>Two Ways of Becoming a Hunter.</b> By Harry Castlemon.</p> + +<p><b>Under Drake's Flag. A Tale of the Spanish Main.</b> By +G. A. Henty.</p> + +<p><b>Under the Holly.</b> By Margaret Hosmer.</p> + +<p><b>Under the Red Flag; or, The Adventures of Two American +Boys in the Days of the Commune.</b> By Edward +King.</p> + +<p><b>Ways and Means.</b> By Margaret Vandegrift.</p> + +<p><b>Where Honor Leads.</b> By Lynde Palmer.</p> + +<p><b>Wilderness Fugitives, The.</b> By Edward S. Ellis.</p> + +<p><b>Wild Man of the West, The.</b> By R. M. Ballantyne.</p> + +<p><b>With Clive in India; or, The Beginning of an Empire.</b> +By G. A. Henty.</p> + +<p><b>With Wolfe in Canada; or, The Winning of a Continent.</b> +By G. A. Henty.</p> + +<p><b>Wyoming.</b> By Edward S. Ellis.</p> + +<p><b>Young Adventurer, The; Tom's Trip Across the Plains.</b> +By Horatio Alger, Jr.</p> + +<p><b>Young Circus Rider, The.</b> By Horatio Alger, Jr.</p> + +<p><b>Young Conductor, The; or, Winning His Way.</b> By Edward +S. Ellis.</p> + +<p><b>Young Explorer, The; or, Among the Sierras.</b> By Horatio +Alger, Jr.</p> + +<p><b>Young Miner, The; or, Tom Nelson in California.</b> By +Horatio Alger, Jr.</p> + +<p><b>Young Ranchers, The; or, Fighting the Sioux.</b> By +Edward S. Ellis.</p> + +<p><b>Young Wreckers The.</b> By Richard Meade Bache. +</p> +</div> + +<div class="widead"> +<p class="center b1 p6">J. T. TROWBRIDGE.</p> + +<p>Neither as a writer does he stand apart from the great +currents of life and select some exceptional phase or odd +combination of circumstances. He stands on the common +level and appeals to the universal heart, and all that he suggests +or achieves is on the plane and in the line of march of +the great body of humanity.</p> + +<p>The Jack Hazard series of stories, published in the late +<i>Our Young Folks</i>, and continued in the first volume of <i>St. +Nicholas</i>, under the title of "Fast Friends," is no doubt +destined to hold a high place in this class of literature. The +delight of the boys in them (and of their seniors, too) is +well founded. They go to the right spot every time. Trowbridge +knows the heart of a boy like a book, and the heart +of a man, too, and he has laid them both open in these books +in a most successful manner. Apart from the qualities that +render the series so attractive to all young readers, they +have great value on account of their portraitures of American +country life and character. The drawing is wonderfully +accurate, and as spirited as it is true. The constable, Sellick, +is an original character, and as minor figures where will +we find anything better than Miss Wansey, and Mr. P. Pipkin, +Esq. The picture of Mr. Dink's school, too, is capital, +and where else in fiction is there a better nick-name than +that the boys gave to poor little Stephen Treadwell, "Step +Hen," as he himself pronounced his name in an unfortunate +moment when he saw it in print for the first time in his lesson +in school.</p> + +<p>On the whole, these books are very satisfactory, and +afford the critical reader the rare pleasure of the works that +are just adequate, that easily fulfill themselves and accomplish +all they set out to do.—<i>Scribner's Monthly.</i></p> +</div> + +<table class="ad" summary="jack hazard"> +<tr> +<td class="tdc" colspan="6"><b>JACK HAZARD SERIES.</b></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdc" colspan="2">6 vols.</td> +<td class="tdc" colspan="2">By J. T. TROWBRIDGE</td> +<td class="tdr" colspan="2">$7.25</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdc" colspan="6"> </td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl" colspan="3">Jack Hazard and His Fortunes</td> +<td class="tdr" colspan="3">Doing His Best.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl" colspan="3">The Young Surveyor.</td> +<td class="tdr" colspan="3">A Chance for Himself.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl" colspan="3">Fast Friends.</td> +<td class="tdr" colspan="3">Lawrence's Adventures.</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<hr class="l15" /> + +<div class="slimad"> +<p class="p2 center"><b>CHARLES ASBURY STEPHENS.</b></p> + +<p>This author wrote his "Camping Out Series" at the very +height of his mental and physical powers.</p> + +<p class="blockquot"> +"We do not wonder at the popularity of these books; there +is a freshness and variety about them, and an enthusiasm in +the description of sport and adventure, which even the older +folk can hardly fail to share."—<i>Worcester Spy.</i></p> + +<p class="blockquot">"The author of the Camping Out Series is entitled to rank +as decidedly at the head of what may be called boys' literature."—<i>Buffalo +Courier.</i> +</p> + +<p class="center"><b>CAMPING OUT SERIES.</b></p> + +<p class="center"><b>By C. A. STEPHENS.</b></p> + +<p>All books in this series are 12mo. with eight full page illustrations. +Cloth, extra, 75 cents.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Camping Out.</span> As Recorded by "Kit."</p> + +<p class="blockquot"> +"This book is bright, breezy, wholesome, instructive, and +stands above the ordinary boys' books of the day by a whole +head and shoulders."—<i>The Christian Register</i>, <span class="smcap">Boston</span>. +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Left on Labrador; or, The Cruise of the Schooner Yacht +"Curlew."</span> As Recorded by "Wash."</p> + +<p class="blockquot"> +"The perils of the voyagers, the narrow escapes, their +strange expedients, and the fun and jollity when danger had +passed, will make boys even unconscious of hunger."—<i>New +Bedford Mercury.</i> +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Off to the Geysers; or The Young Yachters in Iceland.</span> As +Recorded by "Wade."</p> + +<p class="blockquot"> +"It is difficult to believe that Wade and Read and Kit and +Wash were not live boys, sailing up Hudson Straits, and +reigning temporarily over an Esquimaux tribe."—<i>The Independent</i>, +New York. +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lynx Hunting</span>: From Notes by the Author of "Camping Out."</p> + +<p class="blockquot"> +"Of <i>first quality</i> as a boys' book, and fit to take its place +beside the best."—<i>Richmond Enquirer.</i> +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Fox Hunting.</span> As Recorded by "Raed."</p> + +<p class="blockquot"> +"The most spirited and entertaining book that has as yet +appeared. It overflows with incident, and is characterized +by dash and brilliancy throughout."—<i>Boston Gazette.</i> +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">On the Amazon; or, the Cruise of the "Rambler."</span> As +Recorded by "Wash."</p> + +<p class="blockquot"> +"Gives vivid pictures of Brazilian adventure and scenery."—<i>Buffalo +Courier.</i></p> +</div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Haunted Mine, by Harry Castlemon + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE HAUNTED MINE *** + +***** This file should be named 37857-h.htm or 37857-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/3/7/8/5/37857/ + +Produced by Melissa McDaniel and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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