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And, partner, you may depend on me when it comes. I owe him something, too, and I would rather pay it than get a mine." The days that followed the Old Prospector's departure were lonely enough for his daughter. Her father's illness had brought to them both the inestimable boon of mutual acquaintance and affection.
Still he kept up his speed toward the active little figure which now seemed to be that of a mere boy skimming over the frozen snow. Twice a stumble and flounder of the mustang through the broken crust ought to have warned him of his recklessness, but now a distinct glimpse of a low, blackened shanty, the prospector's ruined hut, toward which the messenger was making, made him forget all else.
In either case, I think it is an extremely interesting fact, and however they arrive the ducks are a welcome addition to the prospector's "tucker-bags."
I knew when the court gave her back her freedom, and I lost no time in winning her at the first opportunity which offered." "How could I have recognized you, ill as I was then, and without your old prospector's clothes and your full beard? You should have told me." "I wanted your love, dear heart, not your gratitude."
For the first time the prospector's fever possessed him, and all the way back to the village he could think of little but his great discovery. This, however, was suddenly dispelled when he entered the camp and beheld the storm which was about to fall upon his head. "The Indians are much excited," said Shrahegan, who soon found out all about the matter. "I hardly know what to do."
In the winter he quit his job, invested his savings in two burros and a prospector's outfit and roved until summer came again and the heat drove him back to the range once more. He was very happy, for the future was always rose-tinted and he had definitely located two lost mines. That is to say, he could say almost for a certainty that they lay within five miles of certain points.
They made their permanent camp here, and Schiefflin took his two companions up the dry wash. They found the outcropping undisturbed. Gird and Al Schiefflin dug away at the dark rock with their prospector's picks. Less than three feet below the surface the stringer pinched out. The claim was not worth staking.
While he sought to quench his fierce thirst, she hastily threw off the pony's loosened pack. Silk tent, blankets, prospector's tools, packsacks, bacon, flour all were discarded. From her saddlebags she dumped half of her own bacon and all but a pint of cornmeal. Into its place she slipped the half dozen sticks of dynamite, with their fuses and caps.
He kept on steadily, still looking for the guard, his prospector's pick well in front; and, just down the trail from the tented drill, he stopped and cracked a rock. "Hey! Get off this ground!" shouted a voice from the tent and as Denver looked up a man stepped out with a rifle in his hand.
A prospector's gold-pan served as a tray, which contained a piece of tender moose-meat, nicely browned, some beans, a loaf of sourdough bread, and a pot of steaming tea. Pete did not tell that he had gone without bread and tea for weeks that he might have a little for the "Colonel" and Constance, whom he had intended to invite to his cabin for Christmas dinner.
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