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Updated: June 9, 2025
"I agree that the sooner you vamoose, the prompter the improvement in the landscape. But you're not going off to Goldite with these ladies in the car." Matters might still have culminated differently had Bostwick even asked a civil "Why?" for Van was a generous and easy-going being. Beth, in the road, felt her heart beat violently, with vague excitement and alarm.
The noise of her pony's hoof-beats seemed alarmingly resonant. But nothing happened. The streets were deserted, save for a few half-drunken wanderers, headed for the nearest saloon. On the far-off peaks of the mountains the rosy light of sunrise faintly appeared. In the calm of the great barren spaces, even Goldite was beautiful at last. A sense of exhilaration pervaded Beth's youthful being.
Glenmore was unaware of the fact that his sister had come to the West. Bostwick overlooked no details of importance. Armed with this plausible missive, he went at once to Mrs. Dick's and found that Beth was at home. Goldite to the Eastern girl, who had found herself practically abandoned for nearly a week, had proved to be a mixture of discomforts, excitements, and disturbing elements.
"You shot him enough, poor devil," Van interrupted quietly. "He's dead in my tent on the hill." The sheriff paused with one hand held in the air. "Dead! Crawled all the way to Goldite!" He started for the door. "Hold on," said the horseman, blocking his path. "I told you Matt can't get away. We're going out to get Lawrence first, and then McCoppet and his friend." McCoppet was in town.
Searle, in the meantime, having gone straight to the "Laughing Water" claim from Glenmore Kent, had remained three days away from Goldite and had taken no time to write. When he came at last the girl's suspicions were thoroughly aroused. That the man was a dangerous trickster, a liar, and perhaps a scoundrel she was rapidly becoming convinced.
"Reason, advice, and information would apparently be alike unwelcome to your chauffeur," he answered, doffing his hat. "He is eager to hasten on his way, therefore by all means let us bid him begone." Bostwick grew rapidly wilder at each intimation of his social standing a friend of the maid, and Beth's chauffeur! His impatience to proceed with all possible haste to Goldite was consuming.
Bostwick was due, in his car, at nine o'clock, His visit to Goldite was not entirely one of business. He had grown alarmed at the lack of news from Beth. His letters had been ignored.
Rewards aggregating ten thousand dollars were offered for Barger, dead or alive, with smaller sums for each of his companions. Their latest depredations had occurred alarmingly close to the mining camp, from which travel was becoming hazardous. The gold theft was particularly disquieting to the Goldite mining contingent. Dangers beset their enterprises in many directions at the very best.
The man at the wheel was already alighting. "You'll do," he said. "My name is Bostwick. I'm on my way to Goldite, in a hurry. It won't take us long, but it wants two men on the job." He had a way of thrusting his disagreeable tasks upon his fellow beings before they were prepared either to accept or refuse a proposition.
They came to a place appropriate, and, still in all friendliness, backed by a sense of justice and of doom, the guiltless brother shot the half-breed dead and the chapter, with the Indians, was concluded. Van was gone three days from Goldite camp. He returned and reported all that had been done. He had seen the executed man.
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