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Updated: May 29, 2025
The outlines of a rusty "hoist", with its cable leading down into a slanting hole in the rock, showed dimly before them, a massive, chunky, deserted thing in the shadows. About it were clustered drills that were eaten by age and the dampness of the seepage; farther on a "skip", or shaft-car, lay on its side, half buried in mud and muck from the walls of the tunnel.
"He got off the stage down by the postoffice, just when I was coming up here." "Was he alone?" "The other fellow wasn't with him, if that's what you mean?" "Yes." Tad went over in his mind the conversation the man Lasar had held with his companion, in which the pair were plotting against some one by the name of Marquand. "Oh, well, Chunky, it's none of our concern.
But Ned Rector had bounded to the edge and was gazing over half fearfully. "There's Chunky! There he is!" he shouted. "Where? Where?" cried the Professor, running up. "Where is he, I say?" "Right down there, not more than ten feet below us. He has lodged between two rocks no, I see now, he's caught on one."
"What you got there, a skeleton?" "No; this is a mare. Her name is Jinny and she's mine." "Huh! Skate, I call her. Where did you get her?" "Bought her," answered Tad proudly. Chunky emitted a long-drawn whistle. "What are you going to do with her?" he demanded, a sudden suspicion entering his mind. "First, I am going to doctor her up and make a real live horse of her.
Disturbing as their situation was at that moment. the lads could not repress a shout of laughter over Stacy's funny words. But Stacy's face was solemn. He saw nothing to laugh at. "Lucky for both of you that you didn't yawn. The bear might nave fallen in," jeered Ned. "Might have been a good thing for us if Chunky had yawned.
He grunted upon discovering the disheveled Chunky, and shrugged his shoulders as he observed the display of tin cans strewn about. "Much heap big fool!" ejaculated the Indian. "Are you addressing your remarks to me or to the mule?" demanded Stacy calmly. "Huh!" That was the only reply Stacy got, and Anvik began gathering up the stuff that had been lost from the battered pack.
"Ow-wow!" he wailed. "Are we all here, and safe?" called Tad. "Professor, Ned, Walter, Anvik!" Each answered to his name. "You didn't call for me," Chunky protested indignantly. "Don't I count in this outfit?" "That's easy," answered Tad. "When you're not making a noise we know you're somewhere else. Let's see what the ice did to our camp." "Heap one piece ice fall," grunted the guide.
But the black had eyes only for Jerry, staring at him in wondering amaze until he pieced the situation together in his growing clarity of brain and realized that such a small chunky animal had spoiled his game. "My word," he grinned to Harley, "that fella dog put 'm crimp along me any amount."
In one of his thirty-dollar riding-boots a disconcerting two-cent sort of squeak merely intensified his unhappy sensation of being motivated purely mechanically like a doll. Two of the horses that whinnied cordially at his approach were rusty roans. The third was a chunky gray.
To the amazement of the others, Jo-Jo, balancing himself beautifully on his hind legs, followed his new-found master in short, cautious steps, the animal's head now high in the air, its nostrils dilated, and every nerve strained to the task in hand. "Beautiful," breathed Walter and Chunky in chorus. "He's a regular brick," added Chunky. "How'd you do it, Tad!"
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