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All that was necessary to start a mad rush in the direction he had designated was the sight of his gold and the magic word "streak." Many were the trails that led to death or bitter disappointment, in Arizona's early days. Most of the old prospectors did not see the results of their own "strikes" nor share in the profits from them after their first "poke" had been obtained.
"Never mind father. Come along." The man's horse-like attempt at lightness had its effect. The girl pulled herself together. She realized the emergency. She knew that Tresler needed her help. Arizona's manner had only emphasized the gravity of his case. She ran on ahead, and the other, bearing the unconscious man, followed. "Never mind father," Arizona muttered doubtfully. "Wal, here goes."
"Arizona's a dry state," Bill reminded me; but nevertheless stopped and uncoiled. That unbelievable phenomenon had escaped my memory. In the old days I used to shut my eyes and project my soul into what I imagined was the future. I saw Arizona, embottled, dying in the last-wet ditch, while all the rest of the world, even including Milwaukee, bore down on her carrying the banners of Prohibition.
Arizona's sombre face was unrelieved by any change of expression while he was speaking. There was no anger in his tone; just cold, calm purpose, and some contempt. And whatever feelings the half-breed may have had he seemed incapable of showing them, except in the sickly hue of his face.
With all respect, Arizona has winning ways; but," he added, before the fiery Southerner could retort, "if I mistake not, here comes Jake to fulfil Arizona's prophecy." Every one swung round as Lew nodded in the direction of the house. A huge man of about six feet five was striding rapidly down the slope.
But even as he called Jake spoke. "It ain't no good," he said, in a hoarse tone. "I'm done. Done up by that lyin' son-of-a , 'Tough' McCulloch. I might 'a' known. Guess I flicked him sore." He paused as the sound of running feet came from the bunkhouse and Arizona's voice was calling to know Tresler's whereabouts. Then the foreman's great frame gave a shiver.
The sheriff's the boy for Red Mask." But Arizona, backed by Raw Harris, would have none of it. They were of the old-time stock who understood only old-time methods, and cordially resented any peaceful solution to the difficulty. They wanted a lynching, and no argument would dissuade them. And after much discussion it was Arizona's final word that carried the day.
But now I heard a voice that drew my eyes to the far corner of the room. "Why didn't you stay in Arizona?" Harmless looking words as I write them down here. Yet at the sound of them I noticed the eyes of the others directed to that corner. What answer was given to them I did not hear, nor did I see who spoke. Then came another remark. "Well, Arizona's no place for amatures."
His declining months, however, were spent in Utah, even entire communities guarding well the secret of the presence of their spiritual head. Arizona's First Artesian Well Possibly the first artesian well known in Arizona was developed in the St. David settlement. In 1885 a bounty of $1500 was offered for the development of artesian water.
Tresler sprang at the man whom he now believed was mad, but the cry stayed him, and the next moment he felt the grip of Arizona's sinewy hand on his arm, and was being dragged round the corral as the sound of horses' hoofs came thundering toward him. "It's them!" It was the only explanation Arizona vouchsafed.
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