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She'll drive you crazy, the same as I am; but don't you forget that whiskey." "Oh, sure," exclaimed Wiley, beginning to write out the option, "this money is to buy whiskey for the Colonel!" "That's it," answered Charley. "He's over across Death Valley in the Ube-Hebes but I can't find my burros. They Heine, come here, sir!" Heine came up cringing and Charley slapped him soundly.
I'm burnt out on the town they's too many people in it I'm going back to the Ube-Hebes." "Well, take me along, then," suggested Wiley, "and we'll bring back a car-load of that gold. Maybe then I could buy your stock." "No, you buy it now," went on Charley insistently. "I'm broke and I need the money." "Oh, you do, eh?" jested Wiley. "Still thinking about that wedding trip?
It was flung boldly out from the base of a blue mountain, enclosing a dark valley behind; and from between its lofty walls a white river of sand spread out like a flower down the slope. It was the gateway to the Ube-Hebes, just as Charley had described it, and it was only a few miles away.
"It's Christmas, and I ain't brought his whiskey." "Why, what's the matter?" joshed Wiley. "Why didn't you deliver it? Did you get caught in a sandstorm, or what?" "Yes, a sandstorm," answered Charley, solemnly. "It came down the valley like a wall. And my burros got away; but the Colonel, he found me I was digging a hole in the sand." "Say, where are these Ube-Hebes?" broke in Wiley impulsively.
I know where there's gold in the Ube-Hebes; it's a place where nobody goes. I saw your father there, the last time I went through, and he sent word to you not to worry. 'But for Christ's sake, he says, 'don't tell my wife I'm here I'm tired of her devilish chatter!" "Charley!" reproved Virginia, and as he subsided into mutterings, she looked about with shocked eyes.
A breath of air fanned his cheek, and as he drank deep from his canteen he nodded to the Gateway and smiled. The way to the Ube-Hebes lay across a low flat, glistening white with crystals of alkali; and as his car trundled on Wiley came to a strip of sand, piled up in the lee of a prostrate salt bush. Other bushes appeared, and more sand about them, and then a broad, smooth wave.
After all, she was human; she could smile through her tears and reach out and touch his rough hand, and he could not bring himself to hate her. "After I pay for the mine," he suggested gently. "But now you'd better go." "Oh, no," she protested, "please tell me about it. Is he hiding in the Ube-Hebes?
As soon as I'm well I'll go home." "No, you stay," returned Charley, becoming suddenly confidential. "I'll show you a mountain of gold. It's over across Death Valley, in the Ube-Hebes; the Colonel is over there now." "Is that so?" inquired Wiley, and Charley looked at him strangely, as if dazed. "Aw, no; of course not!" he burst out angrily. "I forgot the Colonel is dead.
You was coming back to rob the Colonel of his mine; and the Colonel, he saved my life once. He ain't dead, you know, he's over across Death Valley in them mountains they call the Ube-Hebes. Yes, I was lost on the desert and he followed my tracks and found me, running wild through the sand-hills; and then Virginia and Mrs. Huff, they looked after me until my health returned."
"You bet," went on Wiley, with method in his madness. "I'd like nothing better, when I get a little time, than to have you take me out across Death Valley. What's it like, over there, Charley? Is it very far to water? But I'll bet you know every trail!" "I know 'em all," announced Charley proudly, "but here's one that nobody knows. It's the trail to the Ube-Hebes.
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