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Van came down to meet him. He had other concerns in Goldite, some with Culver, the Government representative, and others a trifle more personal, and intended to combine them all in one excursion.
Van continued to study the gray of the world-wide map. "I rather wonder " he mused, and there he halted, presently adding, "He's climbing a hill. You might not think so, looking down from here, but it's steep and sandy, for a car." She was watching eagerly. "And he's no further along towards Goldite than this?" "He's had some tough old going," answered Van.
Beth had simply made up her mind to come, and for two days past had been waiting, with her maid, at the pretty little town of Freemont, on the railroad, for Searle to appear in his modern ship of the desert and treat her to the one day's drive into Goldite, whither he also was bound.
Mounted on Suvy, his outlaw of the day before, he rode from Goldite joyously. After all, what was the odds? He had been no better off than now at least a hundred times. At the worst he still had his partners and his horse, a breakfast aboard, and a mountain ahead to climb.
"She kicked the bucket havin' a kid which wasn't Cayuse's too darn white fer even him and Cayuse is on the war trail fer that father." McCoppet threw away his chewed cigar and replaced it with a fresh one. He nodded as before. "Cayuse is on that I know who the father was," resumed the visitor. "I told him to come here to Goldite and I'd give up the name."
Better go see about your car to-night. I'll hustle your men and your outfit. See you again if anything turns up important. Meantime, is your money in the bank?" "It's in the bank." "Right," said McCoppet. "Good-night." The following day in Goldite was one of occurrences, all more or less intimately connected with the affairs of Van and Beth.
Only two days of his option remained and therefore delay would be fatal. He expected this letter to find his friend at Goldite and he felt assured he would not be denied this opportunity of a lifetime to make a certain fortune. He would, of course, appeal to Beth with certainty of her help from the wealth bequeathed her by her uncle but naturally she was too far away,
No word had come from Bostwick, none from Glen and not a sign from the "Laughing Water" claim. From the latter she said to herself she wished no sign. But Searle had no right to leave her thus and neglect her in every respect. The morning of the third long day Mrs. Dick brought her two thin letters. One had been mailed in Goldite, by a messenger down from the "Laughing Water" claim.
But first here was her predicament and what he said was not at all reassuring. Certain alarms that his coming had banished returned in a vague array. She showed her dread in her eyes. "Perhaps I could get to Goldite." "How?" He was half unconsciously patting Suvy, the horse, whose ecstasy thereat was not to be concealed. Beth knew not how. She wished Van would cease that study of her face.
Then and there the name of the property was changed from the "See Saw" to the "Laughing Water" claim. Bostwick arrived in Goldite at three in the afternoon, dressed in prison clothes. He came on a freight wagon, the deliberate locomotion of which had provided ample time for his wrath to accumulate and simmer.
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