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Updated: June 4, 2025
When Tim O'Rooney left the island and crossed to the eastern shore of the Salinas he had almost forgotten the existence of any such thing as hostile Indians. He was after something to eat, and some how or other it seemed to him that the climate of California had given him a most ravenous appetite, which demanded satisfaction regardless of consequences.
"But, Elwood, it's getting late, and this night air begins to feel chilly. It can't be far from midnight." "I am willing; where's Terror? Ah! here he is; old fellow, come along and keep faithful watch over your friends." "Boys," said Tim O'Rooney, with a strange, husky intonation, "you remember my dream about this steamer burning?" "Yes; what of it?" "It is coming thrue!" He spoke the truth!
The ball might go through, and then it would be spoiled in its looks. Now it seems really perfect " "I say, me boys " Tim's utterance was checked by the discharge of a rifle and the near whistle of the bullet. He started up and glanced around him. "Injuns, or me name isn't Tim O'Rooney, from Tipperary, Ireland, the gem of the say!"
Tim O'Rooney had managed to conceal a second knife about his person when bargaining with the Indian one made on the liberal ideas that was displayed in the construction of his watch, and far more useful than the ornamental trifles that the boys carried.
So strong was he impressed with this that he proposed to Tim O'Rooney to turn back and resume their search outside the hills; but he was so sure that Elwood Brandon could never have passed unentered such an inviting opening that he would not consent to withdraw until they examined further.
This seemed to show that, despite his unfavorable situation, he was able to impart a motion to the boat, which, slight as it was, would eventually bring him to the opposite side of the stream. Nothing more was seen of the Indians, although the report of several guns, heard within a half-hour of the disappearance of the canoe, prevented their feeling too sanguine over the position of Tim O'Rooney.
Howard and Elwood remained in San Francisco until autumn, when they came East again and entered college, and having passed through with honor they returned to the Golden City, and are now partners in a flourishing business. Tim O'Rooney is in their service, and they both hold him in great regard.
The two men had set out to secure a horse, neither deeming it probable that the one which was desired above all others could be obtained; and yet, while they were crouching in the bushes, the very animal the one which had been ridden by Mickey O'Rooney walked slowly forth to view, on his way up the ravine or pass.
This could not have been the cord which held the blanket when the shot of Mickey O'Rooney cut it and let the bundle drop, for that was much smaller, while this was sufficient to bear a weight of several hundred pounds, it having been used to lasso the fleet-footed and powerful mustangs of the prairies.
From the very depths of despair, Mickey O'Rooney and Fred Munson were lifted to the most buoyant heights of hope. "I always took yer for a hoodlum," growled the scout; "but you've just showed yerself a bigger one than I s'posed. Yer orter fetched a lantern with yer, so as to use nights in walking round the country, and looking for folks."
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