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Where organized and settled industries, however complicated in detail, are in a manner played by score, these frontier activities are vast improvisations following only the general unchangeable laws of commerce. Therefore, Bob was very much surprised and not a little dismayed at what Mr. Welton had to say to him one evening early in the spring. It was in the "van" of Camp Thirty-nine.
At the sight of his homely, jolly countenance, Bob experienced a pleasant sensation of slipping back from an environment slightly off-focus to the normal, accustomed and real. Nevertheless, at the first opportunity, he tested his new doubts by Welton's common sense. "I rode through our slash on 18," he remarked. "That's an awful mess." "Slashes are," replied Welton succinctly.
"I don't see how this could hurt father's chances either way," said Bob, puzzled. "Well, you know how I think about it," said Welton curtly, rising. "You asked me." He stumped over to Jane, untied the rope with his thick fingers, clambered aboard. From the mule's back he looked down on Bob, his kindly, homely face again alight with affection.
No, by my figuring Bob won't actually do much, but he'll lie awake nights to do a hell of a lot of deciding, and ." "Oh, I know," broke in Orde with a laugh; "you haven't changed an inch in twenty years and 'it's not doing but deciding that makes a man," he quoted. "Well, isn't it?" demanded Welton insistently. "Of course," agreed Orde with another laugh.
There's one 160 I wouldn't take on that account." "Well, that's all right," said Welton, his jolly eyes twinkling. "Why the secrecy?" "I wanted a business for Bob when he should grow up," explained Orde; "but I didn't want any of this 'rich man's son' business. Nothing's worse for a boy than to feel that everything's cut and dried for him.
"You can't expect him to cut it himself." "That is the intent of the law," insisted Bob, "and that's what I'll be called upon to do. What shall I do about it?" "Quit the game!" said Welton, promptly and eagerly. "You can see yourself how foolish it is. That crew of young squirts just out of school would upset the whole property values of the state. Besides, as I've just shown you, it's foolish.
Thank you," said the boy quietly; but there was a warm glow in his eye. By now it was nearly dark. "Guess we'll bunk here to-night," Welton told Bob casually. Bob looked his dismay. "Why, I left everything down at the other camp," he cried, "even my tooth brush and hair brush!" Welton looked at him comically. "Me, too," said he.
"You've always treated me better than I ever deserved," said Bob earnestly, "and I'll stay all summer, or all next winter until you feel that you do not need me longer; but I'm sure that I must go." For two days Welton disbelieved the reality of his intention. For two days further he clung to a notion that in some way Bob must be dissatisfied with something tangible in his treatment.
You don't happen to need no more money?" "Lord, no!" "Of course, you know you'll have pretty good prospects here " stated Welton tentatively. "I understand that; but the work doesn't satisfy me, somehow: I'm through with it." "Getting restless," surmised Welton. "What you need is a vacation. I forgot we kept you at it pretty close all last winter.
But he, too, became exhausted and had to leave her alone while he went for help. But when help arrived, Miss Welton was dead, having perished from exhaustion and cold. Other casualties have occurred on this towering mountain. A boy left his parents in camp at the foot of the Peak and disappeared.
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