"I won't be that only person long," laughed Mr. Villard. "The ends of the world are gathering2 here at the rate of a thousand a day. Why, by that very stage arrived a banker I used to know well in Cincinnati, and another friend at whose house in New York I've often eaten dinner. But the reason I met the stage was that I rather expected to find in it Horace Greeley and A. D. Richardson. They're on the way."
"Yes; that's the Greeley. Mr. Richardson represents the Boston Journal and some other Eastern papers. All we newspaper fellows will write the truth about the gold fields."
"How near is the gold?" eagerly asked Terry. "Can you show us where to dig? Have you dug?"
"Not very much. Not for a dollar and a half a day—and that's the most anybody is getting hereabouts. The whole creek4 bed is being turned upside down. But you see that line of pilgrims trailing out into the mountains, west across the Platte?"
"Yes."
"That's a rush to some new diggin's. They're following a new strike. It's reported on good authority that a Georgian named John Gregory has found the mother vein5, as they call it, about forty miles out. It's a pound-a-day strike, according to the say, and the gold down below has been washed from that vein. The people are flocking in by the five hundred at a time. I haven't been up there myself yet, but I hope the news is true. Another month and we'd have had a riot in these Cherry Creek diggin's. As it is, about half the in-comers have pulled out for California, or home—and there's been talk of hanging D. C. Oakes, who issued a 'Pike's Peak Guide' last winter, and Editor Byers, of the News."
"Are those new diggin's on the Platte?" asked Harry, keenly.
"No. There're up Clear Creek, and nowhere near the Platte."
"Oh, jiminy!" sighed Terry. "Aren't there mines closer than that? My father was out here last summer and found one just a few miles away, up the Platte River."
"A Fifty-eighter, is he? Is he here now, and where's his mine?"
"No, sir; he came home sick, at Christmas; and he doesn't remember. But he had some dust."
"Those early claims didn't amount to much, as I understand," stated Mr. Villard. "That's what has fooled the people."
"Are any of the Russell brothers hereabouts?" asked Harry.
"The original boomers? Yes, they're all here now. Dr. Levi Russell has spent the winter here; but Green Russell and J. Oliver have just got in from Georgia with another party of some one hundred and fifty. You'll find them over at Auraria, though. You know, Green Russell located Auraria and named it for his home town in Georgia. The Aurarians and Denverites don't mix much, except when the stage comes. The Russells will likely be at the Eldorado Hotel this evening."
"And where's Archie Smith? Did you bring him through all right?"
"Yes. We landed him here. But I think he's joined the rush into the mountains. What are you boys intending to do now? Camp and refit, I suppose, before you look for your mine. Which are you going to be—Denverites or Aurarians?"
"Both," laughed Harry. "But Auraria's flying the United States flag, I see."
"That's over their hotel, the Eldorado. Mrs. Murat made it. Her husband claims to be an Italian count. He does barbering, and she takes in washing—and together, at the prices they charge, they're getting rich a great deal faster than most of these gold-seekers. Auraria's proud of that flag, because it's the only one in the state. Denver pretends to poke6 fun at it, and says it's a laundry sign, manufactured from old red and blue shirts and Mrs. Murat's white petticoat."
"What state?" demanded Harry.
"The new State of Jefferson—the future new state. Things move fast out here. A convention was held last month by the miners, to organize for another convention on June 8 when a state constitution will be adopted and sent to Congress. Some people wanted the state named Pike's Peak. You'll see the convention call in the Rocky Mountain News. Ah——!" and Mr. Villard gazed aside. "There's a man I ought to talk with. Good-bye; meet you later, I hope."
"I don't believe we'll wait for that convention," proposed Harry. "And I don't believe we ought to put in much time hunting for your father's mine. We'll get right into the new diggin's before every spot's taken." Harry evidently was catching7 the fever. "First, though——"
"Paper? Rocky Mountain News! Fresh off the press! Buy a paper, Mister? Tell you all about the latest strikes, and where to go."
He was a very slim, tall young man whose trousers were finished off below the knees with gunny sacking, in order to cover his long legs.
"Yes. Let me have one," responded Harry. And added, to Terry, while handing out a dime8: "That'll give us the quickest information."
The tall slim young man was turning the dime over and over in his palm.
"No good," he said. "Nothing less than a quarter goes, out here."
"But they told us picks and spades are fifteen cents."
"In trade, maybe. But these papers are a quarter, Mister. Two bits. That's the smallest change in camp. Dust or coin."
"Hum!" grunted9 Harry, producing a quarter. He scratched his nose as he glanced at the paper. "At this rate we'll soon be busted10."
The paper was entitled "Rocky Mountain News, Cherry Creek, K. T."—the initials standing11, of course, for Kansas Territory. W. N. Byers was proprietor12. It was printed on a coarse brownish paper—seemed to be full of items about gold being brought in from "gulches"—a number of advertisements and announcements—had the convention call—
"We'll read it in camp," quoth Harry. "Gwan, Duke! Jenny! Haw!"
This man was a square, stubbly faced, red-faced and red-haired individual, in a faded cotton shirt and old army trousers belted at the waist with a rope.
"Why—I don't know," replied Harry, reflectively, scratching his nose.
The man walked around Duke, scrutinizing15 him.
"He's got a buckskin patch on. We'd better watch out," whispered Terry, to his partner. So he had: the whole seat of his trousers was buckskin coarsely stitched in place.
"Offer you $25, dust, stranger," abruptly17 spoke18 the man. "He's lame19. You can't use him. He'll be no good in the diggin's."
"What'll you do with him, then?" questioned Harry.
"Put him in my show. He won't have to work. And he's too tough for butchering. But he'll be all right on exhibition."
"Hum!" mused20 Harry. "My partner and I'll talk it over. We're going to camp over night before going on."
"If you're aiming for the mountains, you'll have to leave him, anyway. The trail is straight up—takes twenty oxen to haul half a ton. I'll give you $35, dust, for buffalo and cart. I'll exhibit 'em both."
"We'll talk it over," repeated Harry.
"So long, then. You can find me. Name of Reilly."
"What do you say, Terry?" queried Harry, as they continued on to a camping spot. "Duke's yours."
"No, he's part of the outfit21. We're in together, aren't we? But I'd hate to sell him unless he'll be treated well. Maybe we ought to sell him; he's lame. Haven't we any money left?"
"Mighty22 little. And we're nearly out of grub, too. If newspapers are twenty-five cents each, what'll a sack of flour cost? I was thinking of a shave and a hair-cut, but——! I'll shave myself and we'll cut each other's hair."
"If that mine is somewhere around yet, we may not have to sell him."
"And we'll need the cart to pack our gold in," added Harry. "But Duke and the cart wouldn't be much good up in the mountains, I should think."
They were fortunate in finding a camping place, with wood and water, near the mouth of Cherry Creek, at the Platte, and there tied Duke and Jenny out. The first thing to do was to wash—the next thing to write home—and the next, to have an early supper.
"We'll go back in before the post-office closes, look for some of the Russells, and do all that we can; and be ready to start right along somewhere or other in the morning."
"That's it," agreed Terry. "Whew, but there must be a lot of people hunting gold. Wonder if all of those on that trail are bound for the Gregory diggin's! We'll have to hurry." For he was getting the fever, too.
"We will," promised Harry.
When they had left Shep on guard and had hastened back into Denver, a line of men extended for one hundred yards from the window in the stage office labeled "Letter Express." Harry stood in the line until almost sunset. He returned to Terry with puzzled face.
"We got a letter, all right, but it cost twenty-five cents extra, and the one I mailed cost another twenty-five cents, just up to Fort Laramie on the North Platte. Then the government takes it on. There's only a private express out of here, for mail, and it's doing a great business."
However, that letter from the Big Blue was worth the twenty-five cents.
Now, with the approach of night, Denver and Auraria, its neighbor, were lively. The Denver House hotel seemed to be devoted23 mainly to drinking and gambling24. The long bar was crowded with all sorts of people; and behind the card tables sat men, some of them in white silk shirts and black broadcloth suits, urging bets.
Across the street was a collection of Indian tepees—an Arapahoe village, according to report. The women and children stayed among the lodges25, but their husbands and fathers strolled everywhere, in blankets and buffalo robes, saying little and seeing much.
"There's Chief Little Raven26—and Left Hand, too!" exclaimed Terry. "Wait a second. I'm going to ask them about Thunder Horse."
Little Raven and Left Hand soberly shook hands with their former acquaintances.
"Thunder Horse he dead from his leg," explained Left Hand. "Dog bite poison him—mebbe he poison dog. Whiskey bad, make him fool. One day he die; the two foolish men who run away in that wagon27 take him on in wagon and sell him same day to one big-mouth man near the Republican trail. Now his head is in Aurary. You want to see?"
"Pine Knot Ike's come!" asserted Terry, as he and Harry proceeded to Auraria, whither they were bound anyway. "I don't want to see him."
"I'd a heap rather see Sol," answered Harry. "But we'll try to see the Russells. That's important."
The creek was so nearly dry that several tents and log shacks28 had been placed in its sandy bed. The banks were about four feet high here, and a shaky log foot-bridge crossed from town to town.
Auraria was larger than Denver City, but the buildings were rougher, whereas the Denver City logs had been surfaced and trimmed. Still, Auraria seemed to have the principal store building, as yet—a story and a half high, with a lumber29 roof. The upper floor was occupied by the Rocky Mountain News. Through the glass window the printers might be seen setting type. Under them was a noisy saloon.
Miners, emigrants30, Mexicans, Indians—flannel shirts, heavy boots, moccasins, much whiskers and long hair: in this respect the Auraria out of doors was like the Denver out of doors.
"I hear Ike," said Terry.
At the corner just beyond the Eldorado Hotel somebody stationed beside a flaring31 pitchy torch was declaiming in a loud voice, before a large tent. But it wasn't Pine Knot Ike. It was the red-headed Mr. Reilly. On a placard across the tent front was the announcement, rudely charcoaled32:
"SEE IT! SEE IT! SEE IT!
Cannibal of the Plains!
Frontiersman Black Panther!
Admission 50c gold."
Evidently this was the show to which Mr. Reilly had referred. Standing on a barrel, and occasionally coughing from the smoke of the torch fastened to an upright against the barrel, he strenuously37 invited the public inside. He accepted the price, and waved each patron to pass within. However, business was not at all brisk; and suddenly catching the eye of Harry, he beckoned38.
"Go inside, gentlemen," he bade. "It's my treat. Walk in; view the ferocious cannibal head and the equally ferocious scout39 who cut it off after killing40 the wearer of it."
"Aw——!" attempted Terry; but Harry, with a nudge, interrupted him.
"Go on in, Terry. I'll talk with Mr. Reilly a minute."
The tent contained several whiskered, booted miners and emigrants, gazing at the hideous41 head of Thunder Horse, also on a barrel—Ike's barrel—and on a stool beside the barrel was seated Ike himself, alias42 the "noted frontiersman, Black Panther." Ike's thick black hair and whiskers were shaggier than ever. He was attired43 in the same greasy44 slouch hat, but furthermore in a shabby, red-flannel-trimmed buckskin shirt whose gaudy45 fringes fell to his boot-tops. Around his waist were belted two revolvers and a butcher-knife, and against his knees rested a battered46, large-muzzled yager or smooth-bore musket—fortunately harmless by reason of lacking a trigger.
From amidst his hair and whiskers Ike stared before him fiercely and fixedly47, occasionally slowly blinking in the light of a tallow candle lantern.
It all was so perfectly48 absurd that—but hold on! Look out! Bang! Bang! Without a word a red-shirted miner who had been intently gazing and swaying as if drunk had whipped out his revolver and fired. At the first shot, away spun49 the head, and simultaneously50 with the second shot away, uttering a loud shout, had dived Black Panther the noted frontiersman—half through the tent and half under the tent, disappearing while almost tumbling the canvas on top of the company. He was gone before his stool had ceased rolling.
"Set 'em up ag'in!" roared the red-shirted miner. "Fetch on the rest o' that Injun! Whoop-ee! Whar's that air Panther man? I want to show him some shootin'! I'm an Injun killer51 myself from Pike County, Missoury!"
Into the tent, now filled with shouts and laughter and powder smoke, rushed Mr. Reilly, close followed by the alarmed Harry. The miner's friends led him out. Mr. Reilly picked up the head, which, weathered as hard and as dry as a mummy's head, now was drilled right through from nose to back of skull—which did not improve its face any. But Mr. Reilly seemed delighted.
"That bullet hole's the best thing yet," he declared. "I'll have to change the name of the scout to Dead-Shot Bill. But wait till I ketch that other man—the measley rabbit, ripping my tent to pieces and disgracing the clothes I lent him. How'd one of you boys like to be Dead-Shot Bill, for a spell?"
"Nope, thank you," laughed Harry. "Come on, Terry. We've got more business to 'tend to."
"Well, we can sell him the cart and Duke for $50," informed Harry, outside. "He's getting together a show. It will be a soft job for Duke; no heavy hauling, just standing 'round and eating and looking wild."
"I wouldn't sell him Duke if Ike's to be in the show, too," declared Terry.
"Ike," assured Harry, "will never be back. He's probably running yet. And maybe we won't have to sell Duke. Now for the Russells, anyway. We'll try the Eldorado."
But they were relieved from entering the crowded Eldorado by encountering Journalist Villard and another man just stepping out.
"Ah!" spoke Mr. Villard, recognizing them, in the dusk. "If you wish to ask Mr. Green Russell anything, here he is."
"Yes; we want to ask him if he remembers a man in his party of last summer by the name of Jones," said Harry, quickly, for it was apparent that Messrs. Villard and Russell were in a hurry.
"I shorely do," responded Mr. Russell. He was a broad-shouldered man, with sparse52 beard and long-pointed moustache—had a cool eye and a deliberate speech.
"He is this boy's father," continued Harry. "He came home with some dust and claimed to have located a mine about a day's travel from here, on the Platte."
"If that was Fifty-eight, 'tain't wuth looking after now," decided53 Mr. Russell. "Too close in. I reckon it was yonder whar we had some dry diggin's that we-all worked out, 'round Placer Camp."
"Captain Russell's an old miner, you know," put in Mr. Villard. "He's prospected54 through here pretty closely, since he came out first, and so have his brothers; and they're convinced that the only paying mines will be found in the mountains."
"Yes," drawled Mr. Russell. "These hyar sandy creeks55 peter out. You have to get up higher, into the gravel56 and rock."
He and Mr. Villard passed on, only to be repeatedly stopped and questioned in their progress.
"That settles us, I think," said Harry, as he and Terry turned for their camp. "We'll pack Jenny and light out for the Gregory Gulch13 region. We've got to have a mine ready for your father when he comes, so as to pay him back the 'grub-stake.'"
"And another ready for George to work," reminded Terry. "He'll expect an elephant, too."
As the two partners recrossed the foot-bridge into Denver City, night had cloaked the mountains in the west and had enfolded all the plains. Down here lights flickered57 in tents and through the chinking of windowless, floorless and sometimes roofless cabins, twinkled among the other gold-seekers' camps spread over the broken brush, and on the trails in north and south and yonder for Gregory Gulch.
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