“No,” said Tom, “I’m in earnest. When do you start?”
“To-morrow at ten.”
“I will be on hand.”
“By the way, what is your name? How shall we call you?”
The time had come for Tom to test the correctness of his suspicions. Fixing his eyes, but not with obtrusive1 attention, on the man he suspected, he answered carelessly:
“You may call me Tom Lincoln.”
Morton started and turned swiftly toward our hero.
“What name did you say?”
“Tom Lincoln.”
“I once knew a man of that name,” said Morton hesitatingly. “From what State do you come?”
“Our family originated in Massachusetts,” answered Tom, not appearing to notice anything in the other’s manner. “I believe the name is a common one.”
“Very likely,” said Morton, recovering himself, convinced that it was only an accidental coincidence. He was naturally suspicious, not knowing what steps might have been taken to secure him. It seemed improbable, however, that a mere2 boy like Tom should know anything of his crime or have any connection with the efforts to capture him. It may be added that his secret was known to no one in California except our hero. Gates was an acquaintance he had picked up and made a companion from his need of society, but this chosen comrade knew nothing of him save what he had chosen to tell, and sincerely believed that Morton was his real name.
They did not occupy the same room at the hotel. Gates had proposed it, but Morton had not encouraged the idea. He said that he was a light sleeper3 and always accustomed to room alone, and Gates acquiesced4.
When Morton was alone in his chamber5, after disrobing himself, he unclasped from around his waist a belt which had been made expressly for his use. Opening it, he drew forth6 a quantity of papers and carefully examined them. It is not my intention to mystify the reader. These were the papers which had been taken from his employer, and for the lack of which that employer had been compelled to fail. They represented an aggregate7 value of eighty thousand dollars.
Morton looked them over carefully, as I have said.
“Yes, they are all here,” he said thoughtfully. “I wish I could turn them into cash; at present they do me no good. I wish I could with safety dispose of them, but no doubt an accurate list has been furnished to the detectives. Meanwhile they are a great care to me. I am compelled to carry them round with me all the time. I don’t dare to leave them on deposit at any bank lest they should be identified as stolen property.”
Here there was a knock at the door. Morton turned pale, and huddled8 the papers into the bed near by. Then with a perturbed9 look he opened the door to Gates.
“What’s the matter, Morton?” he said. “You look startled. Did you think I was a burglar?”
Morton responded with a forced laugh.
“A minute, if you don’t mind. Have you any matches? I have none in my room. I rang the bell, but nobody came.”
“Yes, there are some. Help yourself.”
Gates, not suspecting how unwelcome his visit was, sat down and lighted a cigar.
“Is smoking offensive to you?” he asked.
“Well, yes, in a bedroom.”
“Out it goes then. I suppose you were thinking of the fortunes we are going to make.”
“By the way,” said Gates, “I hope your bed is better than mine. Mine is as hard as a brick.”
As he spoke12 he reached out his hand and touched the quilt, directly over the spot where the papers were concealed13.
“Don’t do what,” asked Gates staring.
Gates laughed.
“Why, man, you’re as nervous as a woman,” he said.
“I suppose I am,” said Morton, smiling in a forced manner
“Luckily for me I was born without nerves,” said Gates. “It’s a great blessing16. Nothing disturbs me except—well, except the want of money.”
“It is uncomfortable,” said Morton.
“You are rich, though. You don’t understand what it is.”
“No, I am not, Gates. I’ve got a thousand dollars, and little else—except some stocks that are well-nigh worthless.”
“Well, I haven’t got any stocks—worthless or otherwise—to worry me. I may have, by and by, if we are lucky at the gold-fields.”
“Just so; that is what I am hoping. A thousand dollars won’t go far here.”
“I should think not. But I suppose you want to go to bed. So good-night.”
“I am glad he’s gone,” said Morton to himself, when his companion left the room. “Have I done right to encourage his intimacy17? Is there no fear that through him my secret may be divulged18? Then, there is that boy. It’s strange, by the way, that his name is Lincoln—the same as mine. Perhaps he is a distant relation. However, he is only a boy. There can’t be any harm in him.”
It was not altogether true that Morton was reduced to a thousand dollars in gold. He had about four times that sum remaining of the cash he had purloined19 from his former employer. But in California, as I have already said, this was an era of high prices, and though this sum seemed considerable, it would soon melt away if Morton did not find some way of earning more. He might have gone into business in San Francisco with what money he had, but there was always danger of being recognized in a city, the population of which was reinforced every week or two by new emigrants20 from the States. Under the circumstances the most feasible plan of increasing his fortunes seemed to be to go to the mines. Could he only have negotiated the valuable securities which he had brought away with him, he would have made his way to Europe, settled down on the Continent, and lived comfortably, provided with ample means. But, as we know, the securities thus far had only occasioned him anxiety and apprehension21. He could not see his way clear to any benefit to be derived22 from them, unless to negotiate for their return in consideration of a liberal reward. He was not prepared, as yet, to hazard the danger of such a course.
The night passed, and the next morning rose bright and clear. The first part of the journey was to be performed in a stage-coach. The last must be made with such aids as they could find.
At ten they started. Tom and Gates were in high spirits. Morton was more sober. He had cares and anxieties from which they were exempt23.
Each of the three was provided with a revolver, for the country was unsettled, and they were liable to meet with highwaymen. Tom had no weapon of his own, but Gates, who had two, lent him one of his. Tom secretly hoped that he might have a chance to use it. He was of an age when adventure, even when accompanied by peril24, has a certain charm.
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