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"Then it's just as I suspected; I tell you I was scared at first, but when the old ghost answered me " "When the ghost answered you?" demanded Creedon. "Yes." "Did you see the ghost?" "I heard him that is, I thought I did and I spoke to him, but he gave me back such good English I made up my mind that you didn't know how to play a joke.
He discovered several outlets from Creedon Hall, and he made up his mind that as soon as his friends were asleep he would steal the mask lantern and go on an exploring expedition. It was a jolly party that sat down to coffee, cold dried meat, and crackers. Brooks had been very sparing of his crackers, and had at least five pounds of them at the time he and Desmond met the guide.
I do nothing but cry, and that makes my throat worse." Miles Creedon, handsomest of his profession, was better looking with some invalids than with others. His athletic figure, his red cheeks, and splendid teeth always had a cheering effect upon this particular patient, who hated anything weak or broken. "What can I do, my dear? What do you wish?
Desmond crawled forward beyond the rent where Creedon had lodged, and he found the space much wider as he progressed, and soon gained the opening where the rent terminated in which Brooks had lain all night. Desmond glanced in, and, lo, Brooks was inside awake, and had already discovered the presence of the Indians, and so far they were all right.
"Yes, I am, and this is the second time you've fed me. You appear to be my good angel; I may prove your good angel." "So you are Henry Creedon?" "I am," and turning to Desmond, Creedon said: "Your friend there one night made a fight for me, fed me and found shelter for me. He was a tramp then; I was footing it out West here." "Henry," said Brooks, "what have you been doing all these years?"
Creedon started in to relate to Brooks the facts about the mine he believed he had discovered, and Desmond, taking the mask lantern, started off to explore. "You will burn out all my oil, lad; that is the only harm you will do, and certainly little good.
Desmond knew how there were some strange conformations in the rocks; the very place they were in was a testimony to the strange freaks that nature in its upheavals can and does create. Brooks had nothing to say about the matter, and Creedon did remark finally: "Of course, as I've said, it can do no harm, but be careful you don't strike "
"Here is Creedon Hall," said the guide, as he turned into a broad opening and flashed his light around. The party were in a cave, and yet we can hardly call it a cave; it appeared to be merely a huge underline in the side of the cliff, as it was open, as the guide said, facing Creedon Street. "I will soon have Creedon Hall illuminated for you," said the guide.
I have a proposition. It will take a year or two to develop matters in case I do locate the mine; you cannot afford at your time of life to spend a year. I do not need you with me now. I am a man again, thanks to you, and I will make a confidant of Creedon. He is a manly, honest fellow, and will watch over me. Our joint interest will make him a splendid sentinel.
Desmond noticed that the woodsman did not sleep and went over and sat near him. "What's the matter, lad; why don't you sleep?" "Why don't you sleep?" "To tell the truth, I can't." "Neither can I." "I don't see what keeps you awake." "The possibilities of the coming day." Creedon was in a thoughtful mood, and Desmond asked: "Why are you so anxious to get rich?"
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