Two Boy Gold Miners; Or, Lost in the Mountains

by Frank V. Webster

  CHAPTER XIII

  ON A NEW TRAIL

  Had the boys not been told by their companions, during their journey, ofwhat they might expect in a new gold field, they would have been muchsurprised by the scenes which met their eyes on every side. They arrivedat a small settlement that night. It rejoiced in the rather thrillingname of Bloody Canyon, but as one of the storekeepers there remarked, itwas not half as bloody as it had been.

  "For you see, strangers," he said, pushing his big, broad-brimmed hat asfar back on his head as it would go, "there was a powerful lot ofshooting-up around these diggings for the past few weeks. Lots of 'emwas killed, and the rest lit out for new strikes, so we old settlers hasit sort of peaceful now."

  "How long have you been here?" asked Gabe.

  "Me? Oh, nigh on to a month. I'm one of the oldest settlers. My storewas one of the first started, next to the bank," and he waved his handtoward a couple of rough board structures, that showed signs of havingbeen hastily erected.

  "How about the strikes at Dizzy Gulch?" asked Mr. Hurd.

  "I don't take much stock in 'em myself," replied the "oldest settler,"who gave his name as Tom Judson. "Bloody Canyon is good enough for me.I've got a couple of nice claims staked out, and I've struck pay dirt."

  At that moment there was the sound of several pistol shots.

  "What's that?" asked Jed, looking around.

  "Now take it easy! Take it easy, son," advised Mr. Judson. "That'sprobably only a gambler being rustled out of camp."

  "Gamblers? Are there gamblers here?" asked Gabe.

  "Gamblers? Well, I should swallow my grub-stake!" exclaimed the genialMr. Judson, who seemed given to violent expressions. "We was overrunwith 'em one spell. Shot two, hung one, and rid a dozen more out of campon a rail, with a coat of tar and feathers. But they still pester usoccasional like."

  "Did one named Con Morton show up around here?" asked the old miner.

  "Con Morton? No, I don't recollect any such high-sounding name as that.But you never can tell. They go by any name that suits their fancy, themgamblers."

  "I'd like to see that Morton," murmured Gabe.

  "Why for would you like to meet up with him?" asked Mr. Judson. "Ifyou're looking for a straight gambling game I can show you one. I'm theUnited States marshal for these diggings, and I don't stand for nocrooked work."

  "No, thank you, I had enough of gambling," replied Gabe. "That Mortonfellow swindled me out of a fortune, and I'd like a chance to get itback."

  "Too bad, stranger," replied the marshal, "but I don't believe you havemuch show. Them gamblers is pretty tricky. There, I guess they must beshooting up another one," he added quickly, as more pistol shots wereheard.

  The disturbance, whatever it was, did not last long, and though the twoboys looked about anxiously, fearing the fight might turn in theirdirection, they saw nothing alarming, and the mining camp soon becamequiet again.

  "Was you-all thinking of striking out for Dizzy Gulch?" asked Mr.Judson.

  "Myself and these two boys are," replied Gabe. "I can't say what my twocompanions are going to do," and he looked at the miners who hadtraveled with them for several days.

  "I think we'll strike further south," said Mr. Hurd. "I don't like thewinters in Montana, and we'll soon be having cold weather. Californiasuits me better. My partner and I will look for a place to stay. Maybewe'll see you in the morning, before you start out. If we don't, we'reglad to have met you, and we've enjoyed your company very much."

  "We sure have," added Mr. Curtin.

  "Same here," added Gabe. "We'd like first-rate for you two to come withus, but if you feel the call the other way, don't let us stop you."

  Inquiring of the marshal where was the best place to stay over night,and being directed to what passed for a hotel in the little settlement,Gabe and the boys made their way there. Mr. Curtin and Mr. Hurd met someformer associates, and went off with them, so the little party wasseparated.

  In spite of a few shooting affrays during the night, there was not muchdisturbance in Bloody Canyon. Mr. Judson had spoken truly when he said alarge part of the population had left for other diggings, and midnight,which is usually the most exciting time in a mining settlement, was soquiet that the boys and Gabe were able to go to sleep.

  "Well, it feels good to sit down to a table again," remarked Jed thenext morning, when they were having breakfast in the "hotel."

  "Make the most of it," said Gabe. "We'll soon be striking out on a newtrail, and we'll have to camp out again."

  "Don't you think it would be better to have a tent?" proposed Will.

  "I certainly do, and I'm going to get one," replied Gabe. "I've got toget some other supplies, too--blasting powder, a new handle for my luckypickaxe, and some grub. This is the cheapest place to get 'em, as priceswill be high near good diggings."

  Most of that day was spent in getting the tent and other supplies. Itwas so late when they finished that Gabe decided they would stay anothernight in the hotel at Bloody Canyon, and push forward in the morning.

  That evening, as the three were strolling down the main and only streetof the town, a couple of men, who came from a saloon, approached Gabeand the two boys.

  "Excuse us, strangers," said one. "But is it true you are goingprospecting up at Dizzy Gulch?"

  "We calc'late on it," replied Gabe civilly, though the manner of the manwas insolent.

  "Well, that's a pretty good joke!" exclaimed the other stranger,laughing heartily.

  "What is?" asked Gabe, for he was sensitive about being made fun of.

  "Going to Dizzy Gulch? Why, you're foolish to go there. It's peteredout. There was only some outcroppings, and the boys that went there hadtheir trouble for their pains."

  "I have reliable information that there have been some good strikes madeat Dizzy Gulch," responded Gabe, while Jed and Will wondered what couldbe the object of the two men in ridiculing their plan.

  "Well, you're foolish, that's all I've got to say," went on the man whohad first spoken. "Ha! ha! It's a good joke. You'll be asking some oneto grub-stake you next! Eh, Jim?"

  "Sure thing! Dizzy Gulch didn't pan out!"

  "I guess I know my own business best," responded Gabe.

  "Oh, that's all right, stranger," responded one of the men quickly, forGabe's manner was rather one of anger. "No offense, you understand, onlyI have to laugh when I see an old-timer making a spectacle of himself."

  "It'll be time enough for you to talk when I make a clean-up, and don'tget a yellow showing," went on Gabe. "Come on, boys. They may think it'sa joke, but I guess Ted Jordan knew what he was writing about."

  Leaving the two miners, who, with several companions, seemed to be quiteamused at the idea of Gabe and the two lads going to Dizzy Gulch, thelatter reached their boarding place.

  As they entered the barroom, which was the only way to get into theplace, they saw it was well filled with men who were standing about,drinking. Several of them were talking loudly, and the conversation ranto topics connected with cards and mines.

  At the entrance of Gabe and the two lads, several of the men glanced atthem.

  "Hi! Here's some strangers that haven't had a drink with me!" exclaimeda man, much the worse for liquor. "Step right up, strangers, and nameyour poison! Set 'em up, Bill. Give my unknown friends the best in thehouse."

  "Don't have anything to do with him," advised Gabe in a low voice.

  The man, however, walked up to Jed, and, placing his hand familiarly onthe lad's shoulder said:

  "Come on up, youngster, and have a drink with old Ned Haverhill! I likeyour looks! Name your poison!"

  "Thank you," said Jed, quietly, "but I don't drink."

  There was a moment of silence. The boy's remark seemed to be a noveltyin that place.

  "What's that?" cried Haverhill, as if he had not heard aright.

  "I don't drink, thank you," said Jed again.

  "Not drink! What! Not when Ned Haverhill asks you! Why, dynamite andcopper-heads! You've go
t to drink! What! Why, what do you think of that?"and he turned to the men lined up in front of the bar.

  There were anxious faces in the saloon then, and several men quietlymade their way to the door. For Ned Haverhill was known as one of theworst men of the West, and to annoy him, especially in his presentcondition, was no small matter. He looked at Jed with bloodshot eyes,but the lad quietly returned the stare. Old Gabe, with a worried look,drew nearer to the lad whom he considered under his protection.