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"That was the way Stackpole and I went. It is not as difficult as it looks. The rock is not slippery, and, by being careful, a man can get down all right. But the horses! I don't know about them," and he glanced a little dubiously toward the six horses. "We'll have to use ropes on them," declared Mr. Conroyal. "Two men to a horse. Get out the ropes."
Conroyal turned to the men, all of whom had been interested listeners to his query and to Dickson's answer. "I think the idea a good one," declared Mr.
When this had been done and the horses had been cared for, the sun was nearing the tops of the western mountains; and it was decided not to hunt up the "delinquents," as Ham called them, but to await their return at the house; and, in the meantime, to prepare such a supper for them as seldom blessed a miner's eyes and excited his appetite, from the delicacies Mrs. Conroyal and Mrs.
The excitement and the confusion and the swift scattering of the crowd, attending the search for the two scoundrels, of course ended the trial of Thure Conroyal and Bud Randolph for the murder of John Stackpole; and they stood free and worthy men in the sight of all people once more and with the skin map still in their possession.
"Found!" shouted Thure; and both excited boys made a dive for the hole, with the result that their bodies stuck tightly in the opening, the hole not being large enough to accommodate the entrance of both of them at the same time. Ham and Mr. Conroyal pulled them out; and then Ham thrust his big body into the opening he could just squeeze in and began cautiously working his way forward.
Evidently El Feroz had only contempt for the puny prowess of man. "Well, we'll soon teach him better manners, the ugly brute! Come on," and Bud Randolph and Thure Conroyal both started slowly toward the grizzly, loosening the strong ropes that hung from the pommels of their saddles as they rode. There was no need of haste.
Fire!" they found themselves out of their bunks and on their feet and wide-awake almost before the startling cry ceased to echo in the room. "Where, where is the fire?" they heard Conroyal asking excitedly, as they hurried into their trousers and heavy boots they had slept in their shirts. A moment later came a cry of horror from Ham in reply. "God in heaven!" he yelled. "It's Dickson's!
"Jest a suspicious hoot of an owl an' a movin' shader," answered Ham. "I reckon thar was one of them durned skunks a-hidin' in that clump of trees, a-callin' out some signal; an' I shouldn't be none s'prised if my bullet pinked him. Leastwise I thought I heer'd a smothered cry." "Get torches and we will see," cried Mr. Conroyal excitedly. "Maybe you got him, Ham."
"But, first we all have a solemn duty to perform," Mrs. Conroyal said gravely. "We must give the dead miner decent burial, as we would wish our own dear ones buried, should they die amongst strangers. See that the grave is dug, my son; and notify all that the funeral will be held in the house-sala at the going down of the sun.
Consequently night found them jubilant; for now it began to look as if they might complete the dam on the morrow, and this was doing better by a day or two than they had expected to do. "I reckon we had better bring along the pails and the pans to-morrow," Mr. Conroyal said, as he paused with Ham and Mr. Randolph for a last calculating look at the dam, before starting for the log house that night.
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