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"Old Nute's eyes squinted. "'How much money? he said. "'Well, I said, 'Tavor will turn his map over to you for ten thousand dollars... Death's crowding him. "Old Nute's fat fingers began to drum on his waistcoat. "'How do I know the gold's there and the map's straight? "'Did you ever know Tavor to lie? I said. "'No, he said, 'Tavor's not a liar; but I am a business man, Mr.
He just called for paper and pencil and tried to write and couldn't, and then had me write for him, and all he signed was 'Tom." "That's very indefinite. If only he had finished his name, we'd have had some clue. But the map's no good to us, in such shape. Besides, we wouldn't think of touching money or mine, as long as there's a single chance of the rightful claimants turning up."
Beyond the gorge we found any amount of hills, kopjes, buttes, sugar loaves, etc., each isolated from its fellows, each perfectly competent to serve as the map's single landmark. We should have camped, but we were very anxious to catch that train; and we were convinced that now, after all that work, Tsavo could not be far away.
And he showed the scrawl by the mysterious miner, and the rough sketch and the buckskin bags. Mr. Grigsby thoughtfully nodded. "I see," he mused, studying the sketch map. "Map's not very clear, though. Might be a map of the American River, out of Sutter's Fort. That's the main overland emigrant trail, down from the Sierra, and where the first gold excitement led.
It was his intention to travel on in the night to the next spring, which was some ten miles farther on and which, because of its location in the centre of a cluster of hills already clear against the skyline, he was sure he could not miss. It was one of the map's double-ringed water-holes. His horse finished its drink and its barley.
Any person looking at the map's of the region bounding the great lakes of North America will be struck by the absence of rivers flowing into Lakes Superior, Michigan, or Huron from the south; in fact, the drainage of the states bordering these lakes on the south is altogether carried off by the valley of the Mississippi-it follows that this valley of Mississippi is at a much lower level than the surface of the lakes.
"I will when I find out if you're telling me the truth or not, Andy Foger. You come with me!" "Where?" "To my house. I want to see if that map's there." "Well, you'll find that it is, and you'd better let me go! My father told me to take the map back, and I did. You let me go!" Andy struggled to get loose, but Tom had too tight a grip.
This is a different account of Herla from that previously quoted from an earlier part of Map's work; but perhaps, if it were worth while to spend the time, not altogether irreconcilable with it. The tradition, it should be observed, appears to have been an English, and not a Welsh, tradition, since the host received the English name of Herlething.
At which Vincent tints up embarrassed. "He said he wished to talk to a young fellow known as Torchy, Sir," says he. "Almost a description of me, ain't it?" says I. "Well, tow him in, Vincent, until I see if his map's any more familiar than his name." It wa'n't. He's a middle-aged gent, kind of tall and stoop-shouldered, with curly hair that's started to frost up above the ears.
Ordinarily, I wouldn't pay a penny in advance, but since you want it that way and the map's no good to you while the rest of the long green is, I " He swallowed his words with a startled gulp, clutched hastily at the money on the table, and began to struggle up from his chair to his feet. With a swift, noiseless side-step through the open door, Jimmie Dale was standing in the room.
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