CHAPTER XVII
ALONG THE MOUNTAIN TRAIL
The boys had expected some such answer as this, so they were not greatlysurprised. They were introduced to the storekeeper by Tom Dillon, whothen asked if Abe Blower had been alone.
"No, he had two others with him--strangers to me," answered Dick Logan.
"Was one of the strangers an elderly man and the other a young fellowlike ourselves?" asked Roger.
"Yes, a tall, thin man. The young feller called him Haskers, I think."
"What name did the young man go by?" asked Dave.
"Morse, I think--or something like that."
"Morr?" put in Phil.
"Yes, I reckon that was it. Then you know 'em?" questioned thestorekeeper, with interest.
"Yes, we know them, and we'd like to meet them," answered Roger, dryly.
"Well, I dunno where they went--Abe didn't say an' it wasn't mybusiness to question 'em," returned Dick Logan. "Looked to me like theelderly gent was some kind o' a school sharp."
"He used to be," answered Dave. "And we all were under him."
"Oh, I see. Well, I dunno where they went, 'ceptin' they struck outalong the Billy Rodman trail," said the storekeeper.
"Abe took his regular outfit, I reckon," remarked Tom Dillon.
"Sure--he never goes up in the mountains without it, Tom; you knowthat."
"And the three were alone?"
"I didn't see nobody else."
"Can you put us up for the night, Dick?"
"I can if the young fellers will sleep in one room. I got a little roomfer you an' a big one I can put three cots in."
"That will do for us," answered Roger. "We have been out in such placesas this before," he added, with a faint smile.
"We ain't got no bathrooms, nor electric elevators," returned DickLogan, with a chuckle. "But we kin give you clean beds an' blankets, andgood grub."
"You don't have to tell me that, Dick," put in Tom Dillon. He turned tothe others. "It's all right, boys; just make yourselves at home. We'llget a good night's rest here, and follow Abe and the others fust thingin the mornin'."
The room the boys occupied was on the second story, at the corner of thebuilding. Under the side window was a driveway leading back to thestables attached to the establishment. The apartment had two cotsalready in it and a third was speedily forthcoming, being put in placeby a negro man-of-all-work.
"Well, that long ride to-day certainly made me tired," remarked Phil, ashe started to undress. "I could sleep standing up, as the saying goes."
"I'm tired myself," answered Roger.
"Wonder how the folks are making out in the Park," came from Dave. "Ihope they have better accommodations than this," and he glanced aroundat the bare walls and bare floor.
"Oh, Yellowstone Park has some fine hotels," declared Roger. "I read allabout them in one of the tourists' guides. They have just erected a newone that they say is a dandy."
"Never mind those hotels now!" cried Dave, as he slipped off one shoeafter another. "It's get to bed now and an early start in the morning tosee if we can't catch Blower, Haskers, and--Morr!" and he grinned.
"The cheek of Link Merwell using my name!" murmured the senator's son."I'll--I'll knock him down for that, if I get the chance!" And his eyesblazed for the moment.
Soon the boys were abed and it did not take them long to drop intoprofound slumber. In the next room was Tom Dillon, also sleepingpeacefully.
Dave was the first to awaken and he slid off of his cot to look out ofthe window, to see what kind of weather it was. The window had been leftwide open, to let in the fresh air, and as our hero stuck out his headand glanced down in the alleyway leading to the stables, he uttered anexclamation of surprise.
"What is it?" questioned Roger, rousing up, followed by Phil.
"Those men!" murmured Dave. "Look, fellows!"
The others came to his side and looked out of the window. Just emergingfrom the alleyway were three men on horseback, all equipped for campingout. The three men were Blugg, Jaley, and Staver.
"Well, I declare! What are those fellows doing here?" cried thesenator's son.
"Can they be following us?" questioned Phil.
"I don't know. They came from the stables," answered our hero. "Mostlikely they had their horses there over night. We can find out when wego down."
"Where are they going?" asked the shipowner's son.
All watched for a minute or two and saw the Blugg crowd pass down themain street of the camp and around a warehouse corner. Then they werelost to view.
Tom Dillon had heard the boys rising and was now up himself and gettingdressed. He listened with interest to what they had to relate.
"It's queer that crowd should be here, after what happened in Butte," hesaid. "I'll ask Dick Logan about 'em, when we go to breakfast."
When questioned, the proprietor of the place stated that Blugg and theothers had come in late, after the Morr party were abed. As the placewas full they had accepted a room in the building across the street, buthad put up their horses in the Logan stable. They had paid in advance,stating they were going to leave at daybreak.
"Let us ask the stable man about this," suggested Dave, in a whisper, tohis chums, and as soon as breakfast was over, they went out and huntedup that individual.
"Nobody teched your outfit, I dun see to that," said the colored man. "Islept right by your hosses an' things."
"Did you talk to those men who came in late last night?" asked Dave.
"They did most of the talkin', boss. They wanted to know all about yourparty--whar you was a-gwine, an' all that. But I didn't give 'em nosatisfaction, I didn't. Boss Dillon tole me las' night to keep mytrap-doah closed, an' when Boss Dillon sez a thing I dun know he meansit,--so I didn't tell 'em nuffin'."
"Good for Mr. Dillon!" cried Roger. "They didn't say what brought themhere?"
"No, sah. When they see I didn't have nuffin' to tell they jest closedup, too," and the negro grinned, broadly. He had been liberally tippedby Tom Dillon and, besides, he considered it an honor to serve such awell-known personage and one who had "made his pile," as it is oftenexpressed in that part of our country.
The lads and the old miner were soon ready for the trail, and, biddingDick Logan farewell, they set off through the main street of Black CatCamp in the direction of the Rodman trail, called by a few old-timersSmoky Hill trail. As they rode along they kept a sharp lookout for SolBlugg and his cohorts, but that gang did not show itself.
"But they must be watching us, I am almost certain of that," said Dave.And he was right. They were watching from behind one of the buildings ofBlack Cat Camp, and as soon as it seemed safe to do so, Sol Bluggordered those with him to take up the trail.
"Abe Blower came this way, in a hurry, too," said Blugg, to his cronies."Now Tom Dillon is going the same way, and also in a hurry. That meansthat something is in the wind. Maybe it's another big discovery of gold,like when they opened up Big Bear Camp, and Hitchley's, an' if it is, wewant to be in on the ground floor."
"Right you air, Sol," said Larry Jaley. "And if we can cut Abe out o'anything, so much the better, fer the trick he played us in that landdeal."
"The two crowds must be in with each other, otherwise wot was them youngfellers as is now with Dillon doin' at Abe's house?"
"We'll find out their game, sooner or later," muttered Sol Blugg. "We'llkeep on their trail--but we mustn't let 'em see us, or they'll take tosome side-trail and put us in blind."
It was another clear day, but the breeze from the mountains was fresher,so that riding was not so tiresome as it had been on the first day out.The trail was wide, in fact often used by wagons and carts, so that ourfriends could ride two abreast.
"Not much of a farming country around here," remarked Dave, as he lookedat the general barrenness of the aspect. Here and there were clumps oftrees and patches of rough grass, and that was all.
"The farming country is further down, in the valleys," answered TomDillon. "Some pretty
good soil, too. But up this way it's only good formining. But that's good enough--if you've got a paying mine," and hiskindly eyes twinkled.
"You bet!" replied Dave, slangily. "Oh, I do hope we find this mine," headded, in a lower tone. "The Morr family need it."
"I thought the senator was putty well fixed."
"He was, but he isn't now--and there is danger of his losing his officethis fall. If he does lose it, and we don't find the mine, I am afraidit is going to go rather hard with the family."
"I see. Well, we'll do our best--nobuddy can do more."
"About how much further is that Landslide district from here?"
"Not over sixty miles as the crows fly. But by the trails it's every bito' twice that distance. An' some putty stiff travelin', too, in somespots, believe me!" added the old miner.
"Do you think you can stand it?"
"Sure I can. And I like it, too, lad. I git tired o' sittin' around thehotel, doin' nuthin' but readin' the papers and trying to be what theycall a gent of leisure. I was brought up on hard work, and outdoor life,and I just have to git back to it onct in a while. If you hadn't comealong as you did, most likely I would have dug out for the diggin'salone afore long."
"It's a grand life to lead--this one in the open air," said Dave,filling his lungs with the ozone from the mountains.
"Best in the world, lad. It's the only life fer me, too. If I had to sitin an office all day, or around a hotel where I had to wear one of thembiled shirts and a coat cut like a tack puller, I'd die, believe me! I'drather wear a gray shirt, an' eat off a tin plate, any day!"
By noon they came to a little mountain stream of the freshest and purestof water and there they went into temporary camp. A tiny blaze waskindled, and they made some coffee, which they drank while eating somesandwiches Dick Logan had put up for them.
"See that ridge?" asked Tom Dillon, just before they were ready to startagain, and he pointed to an elevation to the northwest. And as all threelads said they did, he continued: "Well, just back o' that is thedeestrict where that big landslide took place and buried the LandslideMine out o' sight."
"Why, that doesn't look to be very far away!" cried Roger.
"No, it don't look so, lad. But you must remember that the air up hereis very clear an' you can see for a long distance. You'll find it along, hard ride afore you reach that ridge, let alone the place behindit where the mine was."
"Are there any settlements on the way?" asked Phil.
"None that we will visit. Shaleyville is in that direction, and TimDixon's over yonder, with Big Tree back o' it. But we will give them allthe go-by an' stick to this trail," concluded Tom Dillon.
All through the long afternoon they rode forward, up and up, the horsespanting for breath as the ascent grew more steep. Many times they had tostop to rest. As they mounted higher, the panorama of hills andmountains grew larger.
"What a beautiful spot!" cried Dave, when they were resting. "What agrand painting this would make!"
"You'll find a painting of it--at the capitol building," replied TomDillon. "A celebrated painter painted it and sold it to our Stategovernment."
Forward they went again. Phil was now in the rear, looking after thehorse that was carrying their camping outfit. Just as those in front hadturned a dangerous corner of the rocky trail they heard a sharp cry fromthe shipowner's son.
"Help! Quick, somebody help me! Stop that horse from falling over thecliff!"
"QUICK, SOMEBODY HELP ME! STOP THAT HORSE FROM FALLINGOVER THE CLIFF!"]
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