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The amusement gave place to surprise and to a touch of sadness when he found that the word `gold' frequently dropped from the sleeper's lips. "Can it be," he thought, "that this poor fellow is really what they say, a half-crazed gold-hunter? I hope not. It seems nonsensical. I never heard of there being gold in these mountains.
When Buffalo Bill rode into the camp where Surgeon Powell and the gold-hunter sat, it was seen that he was leading two horses, one carrying a pack-saddle, the other a heavy load. The surgeon-scout at once arose and greeted him, and said: "Ho, Bill, what game is that?" "A dead outlaw, the lieutenant of the band, whom I killed. But you are not alone, Frank?"
He talked to his men for a few minutes, but what he said the gold-hunter was unable to hear. Then he walked away in the direction of the other fire. "Now I can know what this means," muttered Andrew Seldon eagerly.
As nothing unusual could be seen, the gold-hunter retired once more, after pooh-poohing the lizard for his fears. Scarcely had he dropped off to sleep, when he was again disturbed, and, losing patience at these repeated interruptions to his slumbers, he seized the lizard and threw him lightly across the tent.
"Yes, it is along time for no news to have trickled down," he answered, watching her keenly from under his hat-brim and wondering as to the measure of her anxiety for the adventurous gold-hunter; "but Tudor will come out all right. He did a thing at the start that I wouldn't have given him or any other man credit for persuaded Binu Charley to go along with him.
She bears the name I now am masquerading under," muttered the gold-hunter in intense surprise. "Miss Seldon is as well as could be expected under the existing circumstances, of being the captive of a band of cutthroats," was the cutting reply, and the listening man, who heard all, opened wide his eyes. "You are harsh in your terms, Miss Seldon."
Surprise Lake was a hoodoo; its location was unremembered; and the gold still paved its undrained bottom. Two Cabins, no less mythical, was more definitely located. 'Five sleeps, up the McQuestion River from the Stewart, stood two ancient cabins. So ancient were they that they must have been built before ever the first known gold-hunter had entered the Yukon Basin.
As the youth lay on his back gazing dreamily from that giddy height on the first faint tinge of light that suffused the eastern sky, his thoughts rambled on in the same channel. "Strange, that a chamois-hunter should become a gold-hunter. How much more respectable the former occupation, and yet how many gold-hunters there are in the world! Gamblers are gold-hunters; and I was a gambler once! Aha!
"He wished to find you, so tracked you into the Grand Cañon, to find your house buried beneath a fallen cliff, and he thought you were beneath it all." "No, sir, I escaped; but as you are going to seek Buffalo Bill may I join you?" "You may join me, Mr. Seldon, and I shall be glad to have your company," said Surgeon Powell, as he rode along by the side of the gold-hunter.
It was the first "civilized" breakfast he had eaten for months, and it might be months before he would be able to partake of another as good. "I wish we could breakfast like this at the mines," said Tom. "So say I," chimed in Dick Russell; "but you know that the gold-hunter must sacrifice home comforts." "I shan't complain of that, if I can do as well as you did," said Tom.
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