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Updated: May 5, 2025
The boys are waiting anxious like for you to come up and show where the dirt lies, so as to have a go at it right off the reel, and to see if more half-ouncers are to be picked up. Half an ounce! Why, it's more than a man could make in a month in the holes on Boulder Creek." Again Gleeson and Walker exchanged looks. "Oh, there's heaps of half-ounce lumps about," Gleeson answered.
The story of how the "flashy," as they termed Gleeson, was swelling his chest up at the expense of the township, was poured into the ears of the new-comers, and Tony was adjured, by all the ties of patriotism and loyalty, to "sail in and knock him cold," as one of the crowd expressed it.
A creek, full of clear water running over a sandy bed, flowed through the scrub; and while a fire was being lit to boil the billy, Peters went a short distance along the banks of the creek. When he came back he looked at Gleeson. "You say you've been here?" he asked. "No," Gleeson answered. "I say there's no gold in this creek or the other. It was all bluff only the game's gone wrong."
"I reckon that was Ballyhoo Gleeson that let loose that partic'lar shot," said the cowboy with a chuckle; "I didn't know who it was running, but thought it was one of the varmints. Just afore that I was sure that I seed one of 'em and I let fly, shootin' on gineral principles as you might say.
"You don't say!" exclaimed Palmer Billy, standing up beside the fire over which he had been stooping, as he watched for the water in the billy to come to the boil. "You're wrong," Gleeson retorted. "I tell you the whole thing was bluff.
"Stow your yarning till the pipes are lit," Gleeson called out; and Peters winked at Tony as, having hobbled his horse, he took off the saddle and bridle, and smacked it on the flank, exclaiming "Now, my beauty, don't spare the grass because it's Government property, and don't go far away."
The American Indian, as a rule, is of melancholy temperament, but at this question the Comanche displayed an unmistakable grin which revealed his even white teeth. "We sell him he worth good much." "What price do you ask for him?" demanded Gleeson, coming to the point with undiplomatic abruptness.
This exclamation was uttered a few minutes later, when the watcher on the crest caught sight, not of one but of two Indians, who emerged from the hills on foot. They walked directly toward the Texan, their actions proving that they appeared in answer to his signal. Gleeson, on perceiving them, brought his steed to a stand still and awaited their coming.
In the camp by the creek there was turmoil when Gleeson and his three companions awakened to find they had been robbed of both horses and bridles, but left with the now useless saddles.
As soon as he had them, he placed one in a noose round Gleeson's neck, and drew it tight enough to be uncomfortable, but not enough to check breathing. "You hold this, lad," he said to Tony, who took the loose end of the strap and, just to see that it was all secure, jerked it slightly. "I haven't done you harm," Gleeson began to whine; "I haven't done you harm. I'll do anything "
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