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But it was not the enemy; it was Dick, and he soon appeared and called to them. They were overjoyed, and ran out to meet him and Slim Jim, his companion. There was hearty handshaking all around. Then as they rested each told his tale. It was such a happy gathering as is not easily forgotten. "You couldn't have fallen in with a better man nor Slim Jim," said Jack Wumble to Dick.
"If I write the letter, how are you going to deliver it to my two brothers and Jack Wumble?" "We will find a way." "And supposing they refuse to go back, what then? I won't be to blame for that." "They won't refuse not when they realize that such a refusal means death to you." "They may. Dick is quite headstrong at times. I don't want to do what I can for you and then suffer anyway."
And they could take a shot at ye from a long distance, with a good rifle." Thus talking the entire party walked back to their camp and sat down to discuss the situation in detail. "Perhaps we had better not advance until dark," said Dick. "If we advance now we will simply be making targets of ourselves," and he shivered in spite of himself. "We won't advance at all," put in Jack Wumble briefly.
The burly man looked dark and disappointed. "It's a good hotel, when once you get used to it," he said. But Dick shook his head and said he would go elsewhere, and motioning to Tom and Sam he led the way to the sidewalk once more. Henry Bradner followed them. "If I see Wumble shall I get him to wait for you?" he said. "If you wish. We will be around to-night and also to-morrow morning to see him."
Anxious to set himself straight with these men, who appeared to be of upright character, Tom told the larger part of his story, to which the crowd listened patiently. Then they asked him a number of questions. "I reckon you are O.K.," said the leader at last. "I know Jack Wumble, and I know he wouldn't be attached to a gang that wasn't on the level."
"I was going to bring one along, but I forgot all about it." They rode on slowly, the old miner not wishing to reach the fork in the trail until it was quite dark. Fortunately it was clouding up, so that not even the stars would be left to betray them. "We are coming to the fork," said Wumble, about eight o'clock.
He must try to do something, be the consequence what it might. Then he realized that his mouth was dry and that he was hungry. This made him remember that all of the provisions were loaded on the horses ridden by Jack Wumble and Dick. His own steed bore only some mining tools. "I wish I could swap the tools for something to eat," he mused. "But there is no use in crying over spilt milk.
It's a pity he had to turn up his toes, with wuss men hangin' on an never dyin', at all." Half of the distance to the old hotel had been covered, when on coming out on a little hill one of the men called attention to a man and a boy riding along the top of a ridge, a short distance away. "It's my brother Sam and Jack Wumble!" ejaculated Tom. "Oh, but am I not glad to see them again!"
To his surprise it was not Wumble who wished to see him, but Henry Bradner. "What, you!" cried the youth. "I thought you had skipped out." "Skipped out?" queried the burly man in pretended surprise. "Why should I skip out?" "Don't you know that we have found you out?" "Found me out? You are talking in riddles, young man." And the stranger drew himself up proudly. "We have found Mr.
The claim was staked out to the boys' satisfaction, and then Wumble staked out a claim just above Discovery, as it is called in mining laws, while Slim Jim staked out one for himself just below Discovery. All three claims ran to both sides of the creek, so that no one would suffer for water when mining operations should begin.
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