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Updated: May 20, 2025
Injured by tyranny, the affections of this worn-out outcast among men had, like wind-tossed trees, wound their roots about a rock from which no tempest could tear them. Sim's step sometimes quickened to a run and sometimes dropped to a labored slouch.
Old Matthew's pipe had gone out; he was puffing at the dead shaft. Sim rose up; his look of abject misery had given place to a look of defiance; he stamped on the floor. "Let me go; let me go," he cried. Robbie Anderson came up and took him by the hand; but Sim's brain seemed rent in twain, and in a burst of hysterical passion he fell back into his seat, and buried his head in his breast.
He was seized with black doubt whether her scheming was against Slade or with Slade against himself. Yet he continued to play to her lead "Yes, the discoverer of the mine should know whether it was gold or copper." After some argument, Slade finally admitted that the old rumour about Cripple Sim's fabulously rich lost gold mine might be an "exaggeration."
Don't know her. She's not belongin' around here. No. Well, how'd you get here? And with Sim's mules?" Ruth told him briefly, but without bringing Fred Hatfield's trouble into the story. They had got aboard the timber cart at the crossing, the mules had run away, the panther had taken a ride with them and here they were! The hermit merely nodded in acknowledgment of the tale.
He began to surmise that Cripple Sim's inability to relocate the lost lode may not have been due altogether to his maiming by Apache arrows. But this jagged waste that had kept the secret of the mine hidden for a generation would offer an impassable barrier to any railway. Unless an easier route could be found, the entire project was already proved hopeless.
Should he wake up Sim? No; if he did, he would have to leave him on duty, when he would go to sleep again, and something horrible might happen. What was to happen? he asked himself. That, he could not say; but on one thing he determined at once, and that was, to take Private Sim's place and to keep guard. But then Sim's lapse of duty would be found out, and he would be severely punished.
The morning's battle, had not gone all his way, although he said to Janice with his usual impish grin when she commented upon his battered appearance: "You'd orter see the other feller! If Nelson Haley hadn't got in betwixt us I'd ha' whopped Sim Howell good and proper. I was some excited, I allow. If I hadn't been I needn't never run ag'inst Sim's fist a-tall.
"That woman never got into that fit f'r nawthin'." "Wall, if you know more about it than I do, whadgy ask me fur?" he replied, angrily. "Tut, tut!" put in Councill, "hold y'r horses! Don't git on y'r ear, children! Keep cool, and don't spile y'r shirts. Most likely you're all t' blame. Keep cool an' swear less." "Wai, I'll bet Sim's more to blame than she is.
The soulless eyes looked with a meaningless stare at the girl's troubled face. The agony of suspense was over, and the worst had happened. What now remained to her to say to Willy? He knew nothing of what she had done. Sim's absence had been too familiar an occurrence to excite suspicion, and Robbie Anderson had not been missed. What should she say? This was the night of Thursday.
I and the lord are both Sim's fools now. Not but I'm the first of the two, for I'd never be fool enough to give away all my land, av' my father'd been wise enough to lave me any." Captain O'Kelly soon found out the manner in which the agent had managed his father's affairs.
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