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Updated: June 16, 2025
A hundred men turned, looking blankly at their nearest fellows. "They've gone down in the flames!" called another voice. "Reade and Hazelton have lost their lives!" "That'll make their enemies happy!" groaned one man, and other voices took it up. "Carter," shouted one big man, running to the proprietor, "if this blaze is the work of a fire-bug, then look for Reade and Hazelton's enemies.
Hazelton, junior partner in a large hardware firm, had long been a suitor of hers, and had asked repeatedly for her hand; her father had hitherto refused to give his consent, owing to her tender age, but he had now withdrawn every obstacle, and left her free to get married if she chose; more than that, he urged Hazelton's suit, and, though unwilling to coerce his daughter in any way, gave her to understand that he was particularly desirous that she should give Hazelton a favorable reply.
"Look, Tom! There is a real westerner!" Harry Hazelton's eyes sparkled, his whole manner was one of intense interest. "Eh?" queried Tom Reade, turning around from his distant view of a sharp, towering peak of the Rockies. "There's the real thing in the way of a westerner," Harry Hazelton insisted in a voice in which there was some awe. "I don't believe he is," retorted Tom skeptically.
As Harry listened a broad grin of contentment appeared on his face, for one of Hazelton's lovable weaknesses was his desire to see other people get ahead. Just as Tom finished, a figure darkened the doorway. "I'm ready to go, sir," announced Tim Griggs. "Go where?" inquired Harry. "I've fired Griggs," observed Tom Reade. "What!
Fresh air will do you good, even if parties will not. Suppose we drive this afternoon to Marian Hazelton's and show her the baby." Nothing could please Katy better.
The motor boat, "Morton," was putting out at last. "If I can keep this fellow busy for a few minutes, I can have all the help I want," flashed through Hazelton's mind. So he opened his mouth, raising his voice in a long, pent-up hail. "R e -e -e a d e! To -o -o -om R e a d e! Quick! Hazelton!" "Ha, ha!" jeered the unknown black.
As though the heavy downpour did not sufficiently indicate that the storm was still raging as heavily as ever, Harry Hazelton went to the tent doorway to peer out at the sky. Just as suddenly he ducked back again. "Hist!" he called. "There's someone at our canned goods stock, and I think it's Tag!" In a twinkling Dick and Dave were by Hazelton's side.
"There's only one thing you need to be afraid of if you take the Coyote trail, an' that's Ed Hazelton. Ed gets spells when he's plum crazy. He's Nellie Hazelton's brother her that Dunlavey was pesterin' when you slammed him." He laughed again, significantly.
I want to know if our claim is worth the grub it takes to feed the men," was Hazelton's almost breathless response. Arrived on the spot it took Tom only a moment to estimate that considerably less than a quarter of a ton of ore had been loosened from the rock bed by the blast. "We'll drill six inches deeper next time, and put in fifty per cent. more dynamite," Reade decided.
Gr-r-r-r-r! came the voice of Towser, in the near distance. It was followed by barks and yelps, all in the voice of Hazelton's bull-dog. "What trouble has the pup gotten into?" demanded Harry, throwing an armful of wood on the campfire, then wheeling sharply. Gr-r-r-r! Wow-wow! Woof! sounded closer at hand, accompanied by considerable noise in the underbrush.
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