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He claimed that Kells was drunk for gold to gamble away. Joan let Jim talk, but she coaxed him and persuaded him to follow a certain line of behavior, she planned for him, she thought for him, she influenced him to hide the greater part of his gold-dust, and let it be known that he wore no gold-belt.
"With my own eyes I saw 'em knock th' miner off his hoss with their guns, an' then jump on him, an' run a knife through his heart, an' jerk off his gold-belt, an' " "You lie!" and the hard fist of Bud's sturdy right arm landed squarely on the chin of the man, with such force that he was knocked backward, senseless, into the arms of a man standing behind him.
Our late journey will, I think, give an answer to the oft-repeated question, "Does the gold-belt extend in a direct line from Coolgardie to Kimberley?" and the answer is in the negative. At least we have demonstrated the uselessness of any persons wasting their time and money in farther investigation of that desolate region.
I I wasn't a miner," replied the youth huskily. Gulden felt for a gold-belt, then slapped at his pockets. "Turn round!" ordered the giant. "Aw, Gul let him go!" remonstrated Jesse Smith. Blicky laid a restraining hand upon Gulden's broad shoulder. "Turn round!" repeated Gulden, without the slightest sign of noticing his colleagues. But the youth understood and he turned a ghastly livid hue.
It was worth a great deal more than Creede's gold-belt. He knew this. He didn't want to trade. But I coaxed him. I persuaded him to leave camp to walk out on the road to Bannack. To meet the stage somewhere and go on to Bannack, and stay a few days. He sure was curious.
His huge, hairy hand tapped the nugget. Then Kells caught the implication. "What does it say to you?" he queried, coolly, and he eyed Gulden and then the grim men behind him. "Somebody in the gang is crooked. Somebody's giving you the double-cross. We've known that for long. Jim Cleve goes out to kill Creede. He comes in with Creede's gold-belt and a lie!... We think Cleve is the crooked one."
The slow-gathering might of her horror came with the meaning of that gold-belt. Jim had brought back the gold-belt of the miner Creede. He had, in his passion to remain near her, to save her in the end, kept his word to Kells and done the ghastly deed. Joan reeled and sank back upon the bed, blindly, with darkening sight and mind.
I know Creede well. He's a good fellow. I traded my big nugget for his gold-belt!" "You TRADED you didn't kill him!" faltered Joan. "Hear the child talk!" exclaimed Cleve, with a low laugh. Joan suddenly clung to him with all her might, quivering in a silent joy. It had not occurred to Jim what she might have thought. "Listen," he went on. "I traded my nugget.
"The second was the Gold-Belt dance-hall, with the kid cavorting through a drunken orgy of painted ladies, like a bull in a pansy patch. But the other it took my breath away till I felt I was on smooth ice, with cracks showing. It was the inside of a cabin, after a big 'pot-latch, displaying a table littered up with fizz bottles and dishes galore.
"Now, I reckon, we'll have to see if you have any of that stolen gold-dust left," and Ham began a search of the body, which resulted in the finding of a heavily laden gold-belt buckled around the waist, next to the skin. Ham at once appropriated this; and then the two men lowered the body into the grave. A similar belt, also well-filled with gold-dust, was found around the body of Bill Ugger.
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