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"He'd go out of sight forever," replied Wumble solemnly. "Some of those cuts are a thousand feet deep." "What a mighty upheaval of nature there must have been here at one time," said Dick. By three o'clock in the morning Tom was completely fagged out and could scarcely keep his eyes open.
"But I must say I can't catch a single glance of them." "I thought I saw a speck or two of something over the hill to the south," said Dick. Jack Wumble nodded. "You are right, Dick, I saw the specks too, and they were men looking in this direction. But they might not have been our enemies." "If only we had a good field glass," sighed Sam.
Then Dick thrust his hands into his pockets coolly. "I'll see them hanged before I'll go back," he said. "I am with you," added Tom. "But we must be cautious after this, or the Baxters will be firing at us from an ambush." "If only we could catch sight of them," put in Sam. "They ought to be shot on sight!" The boys looked at Jack Wumble, who had remained silent.
"Cab, sir; coupe?" "Mornin' papers! All de news! Have a paper, boss?" The crowd of newsboys and hackmen made Dick smile. "It's a good deal like New York, isn't it?" he observed. "Yes, indeed," replied Sam. "Where shall we go to the Western Palace?" "We might as well. The sooner we find this Jack Wumble the better."
But the cliff bulged outward just below them and they could see nothing but a strip of the water on the opposite side. "Dick! Dick!" sang out the brother. "Are you safe?" No reply came back, and Sam's face turned white as he looked at Jack Wumble. "Do you think he has been been killed?" The question nearly choked him. "I can't say, Sam," was the answer. "We must git down an' see."
"One thing is certain," pronounced the lamplighter, "this young 'ooman should have some hot spirits in her inside, and be wrapped in a warm blanket, afore she's starved with the cold." First we walked all around Wumble Pool, and poked it with sticks, but there was no sign of the cobbler's wife. Then, slowly, we retraced our steps to the town, the two men supporting the dripping girl.
Sure enough the creek was partly filled with the debris, and here the opposite bank was overflowed to the extent of several acres. "We may find some rich deposits down thar," said Wumble. "A landslide sometimes provides a harvest for prospectors." They moved on cautiously until they came to the spot where the Baxters and Roebuck had been seen last.
And he remained with them for the balance of the night. The express for Denver left at eleven o'clock in the morning, and all of the party of four were on hand to catch it. Soon they were whirling over the fields and through the forests toward the mighty Mississippi River. "Never been West afore-eh?" remarked Jack Wumble. "Well, you will see some grand sights, I can tell ye that."
The lamplighter with his tall wand alight seemed like some unearthly messenger come to conduct us to goblin realms. We spoke never a word till an open common lay before us; then the lamplighter pointing with his wand to a glimmering surface fringed by rank grass, said: "Yon's Wumble Pool." Wumble Pool! The very name struck a chill to our hearts. "Yes, and there's the moon," whispered the cobbler.
It was Dick who uttered the words, as of a sudden he wheeled around on the dark trail and tried to penetrate the blackness of night behind them. "Isn't here?" demanded Jack Wumble, while Sam set up a cry of dismay. "No. Tom! Tom!" Sam joined in the cry, and so did the old miner, but as we already know, it was useless. "This is the wust yet!" growled Jack Wumble.
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