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"Yes." Creedon and Brooks stared. "Are you in earnest?" "I am." "Where did you find it?" "Well, I am going to consider awhile before I tell." Brooks looked Desmond straight in the face, and asked: "Boy, honest, did you really find gold?" "Yes, I did." The matter began to assume a very serious aspect, for Desmond spoke seriously. "If you found any gold, lad, you've beat me." "I did find gold."
Hours passed, and Creedon still kept his friends in hiding, and it was near evening when he stole forth, saying he would take an observation. After a little he returned and said: "It's all right; come out." Creedon said he had discovered evidence that the redskins had really gone away. "Why couldn't you have found that out sooner?"
I am posted around here; I know the safe places." The party started on the march, and Desmond felt quite irritated; he had gone nearly twenty-four hours without eating, and he said: "I am ready to even fight for a meal." Creedon laughed and said in reply: "You may have a stomach full of fighting yet before we find the mine." "I thought you had located it?"
The Director was a glum fellow, indeed, but during this calamitous time he had tried to be soothing, and he agreed with Creedon that she must not risk a premature appearance. Kitty was tormented by a suspicion that he was secretly backing the little Spanish woman who had sung many of her parts since she had been ill.
He took the lantern and shoved his head through the opening, and then flashed the light around, and with a joyful shout exclaimed: "We've got it!" "This beats me dead," said Creedon. Both men were greatly excited, for it did appear that they had made a great find of hidden treasure. Meantime, Desmond managed to force himself up and disappeared in the cave.
We will not bore our readers with an account of the investigations made by Brooks, but will state that at the end of the second day he was compelled to announce that the mine was valueless. Desmond thought he had never seen a more disconsolate look on any man's face than the one that settled over the face of Creedon when the announcement was made.
"You are a square man, but there has come a change over you." "Did we meet often?" "No." "Were we intimate?" "Well, yes, for the time being." "I give it up." "You don't place me?" "No." Again the woodsman laughed and said: "Do you remember about fifteen years ago a young fellow, tired, wet, and hungry, tried to find shelter in a freight car?" "Hello! you are not Henry Creedon?"
"Hang me!" he muttered, "if I don't believe I've been made a victim of a huge joke, and Brooks and Creedon are both guilty in aiding to give me a scare. All right, to-morrow we will see all about it; I'll get square." Desmond did fall asleep at length, and when he awoke Brooks and Creedon were eating their breakfast, and Creedon said as Desmond joined them: "So you were exploring last night?"
As intimated, Creedon had valued the dust at ten thousand dollars, and when it should be turned into money Desmond could indeed clear his mother's farm and go to school, and then to college, and it was his highest ambition to obtain a fine education. He was an ambitious lad. Creedon was restless and excited all the evening; for him a great decision was to be rendered.
Creedon was a rough and ready sort of man, but not, the fellow, as Desmond argued, who would apply himself to a critical study. It was a great thing to have learned the facts concerning the old Mexican, and the lad really believed that there was gold secreted somewhere in one of the little cavities in that perforated mountain.
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