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"I've got the supplies, and I'm packin' up to the claim, just as I was told." "But why didn't you go to Bradleyburg and record the claim?" Ray stormed. "Don't you know until that's done we're likely to be chased off any minute?" Chan looked into his partner's angry eyes, and his own lips drew in a scowl. "Because there wasn't any use in goin' to Bradleyburg."
And for all their shelter they were wretched and terrified, crushed by the might of the wilderness about them, futile things that were the scorn of even the beasts. "Of course we'll never find the bodies," Lounsbury suggested at last. "No chance, that I can see. The winter's come to stay. We won't be able to get any men from Bradleyburg to help us look for 'em. They couldn't get through the snow."
He had seen Indian squaws in plenty, stolid and fat, he had known a few of the wives of the Bradleyburg men, women pretty enough, good housekeepers, neatly clad and perhaps a little saddened and crushed by the very remorselessness of this land in which they lived. But there had been no girls in Bradleyburg to grow up with, no schoolday sweethearts.
"You are going to pull the sled and show the way down into Bradleyburg." When the dawn came full and bright over Clearwater, Bill and his party were ready to start. When Harold had been thoroughly cowed and his full instructions were given him, the thongs had been put about his ankles and removed from his wrists, and he was permitted to do the packing.
He had looked down on Bradleyburg on many previous occasions, but the scene had never impressed him in quite this way before. Already the shadows had crept out from the dark forests that enclosed the little city and had enfolded it in gloom: the buildings were obscured and the street was lost, and there was little left to tell that here was the abode of men.
It's well hidden, and don't go prowling anywheres near it. If he's the least bit suspicious, or even if he's on the lookout for gold, he'd likely enough follow you. But there's one thing we can do and that quick." "And what's that?" "Start Chan off to-morrow to the office in Bradleyburg and record this claim in our names. We've waited too long already."
His father had come early to the gold fields of Bradleyburg, and he had been one of few that was accompanied by his wife, a tender creature, scarcely molded for life in the northern gold camps. Then there had been Rutheford, his father's partner, a man whom neither Bill nor his mother liked or trusted, but to whom the elder Bronson gave full trust.
Devoting his life to the pursuit of it, he had not prepared himself for any other occupation; he had only a rather unusual general education, procured from the Bradleyburg schools and his winter reading, and now he was face to face with economic problems, too. He would try once more. If he did not win, the dream of his youth would have to be given over.
Since Chan Heminway had already departed down the long trail to Bradleyburg a town situated nearly forty miles from Snowy Gulch Ray alone saw him pass; and he eyed him with some apprehension. Daylight had brought a more vivid consciousness of his last night's crime; and a little of his bravado had departed from him. He moved closer to his rifle. Yet in a moment his suspicions were allayed.
"I'll leave before dawn as soon as it gets gray," he told Virginia as he bade her good night. "I'll come back the next day, with a backload of supplies. And with the little we have left, we will have enough to go on. We can start for Bradleyburg the day after that." Virginia took no pleasure in bidding him good-by.
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