Down the Slope

by James Otis

  CHAPTER XV

  A DISCOVERY

  After the first alarm passed away, Fred understood that he had fallenbut a few yards, and the earth which covered him represented only a verysmall portion of the upper tunnel's floor.

  Scrambling to his feet he fancied for a moment that the sound ofscurrying footsteps could be heard, and while listening, Joe said:

  "Hello! Are you hurt?"

  "Not a bit."

  "Where are you?"

  "It seems like a regular cutting, and the air is pure."

  "Light your lamp an' look around."

  Obeying this command, Fred found his suspicions correct, and soreported.

  "Can you get back?"

  "Not unless you pull me up."

  "We'll attend to that in a minute."

  The rush of air from below had so far checked the gas, now partiallyshut off, that the men could also light the lamps in their caps, andthe remainder of the task was quickly accomplished.

  With a couple of timbers as braces the aperture to the old mine wasclosed securely, and then the attention of the men was turned to theboy.

  "Look out down there!" Bill shouted. "I'm goin' to drop a couple ofjoists so's we can come back."

  "Let them go."

  "Now drag 'em out of the way, an' we'll follow."

  When this had been done the men and Sam descended, all completelymystified by this new discovery.

  "Here's somethin' that I reckon Mr. Wright didn't know about," Billsaid, as he surveyed the scene, and then he added with great emphasis asa sudden thought occurred to him. "Now we can come pretty nigh guessingwhat them noises meant. Some one has been tryin' to get into the otherlevel, an' when a big hole was made Fred put an end to the work byfallin' through."

  This could be told by the mound of earth a short distance away, as wellas by the marks of a pick around the edges of the aperture; but furtherproof was found in the shape of a shovel which Sam stumbled over.

  "This belongs to the company," he cried, pointing to the brand.

  "Yes, an' a blind man can figger who's been here. Cale Billings didn'tleave town as he tried to make folks believe."

  "Then let's have him. This cuttin' can't be so long but that we'll getall over it before sunset," Joe cried, as he wrenched the shovel handlefrom the iron work to serve as a weapon.

  "I thought I heard somebody running in that direction when I firstfell," Fred said, pointing toward the quarter in which it was reasonableto suppose the old shaft might be found.

  Joe led the way, the others following close behind until, when half amile had been traversed, they arrived at two slopes or inclined tunnels,running at right angles from the level.

  "It won't do to pass these," Bill cried. "We'll take one, while the boyssearch out the other."

  He darted into the right-hand opening as he spoke; but returned beforeJoe could join him, saying:

  "That was a false cutting. It only runs a dozen yards, an' there'snothin' in it. Sam, you an' Fred look into the other one while we keepon."

  The idea of coming upon Cale Billings while they were unarmed was not apleasant idea for the boys; but they would have braved considerablygreater danger rather than show signs of fear, and both obeyed promptly.

  This slope ran at an inclination of nearly forty-five degrees for aboutfifty yards when it turned sharply to the right, terminating in a smallchamber where the vein had probably came to an end.

  As Sam and Fred entered the place a figure darted from one corner andattempted to rush past them; but the flight was checked very suddenly.

  "Why it's Skip Miller!" Sam cried, as he lowered his lamp that the raysmight fall upon the prisoner's face.

  "Yes, it's me," Skip said, piteously. "Please don't drag me off."

  "Please don't drag me off," Skip said, piteously. "I'llnever hurt you or anybody else again."]

  "How did you come here?"

  "With Billings; he made me do jest what he said, an' I didn't dare toshow up in town."

  "Why not?"

  "'Cause I knew Mr. Wright would have me 'rested on account of prettynigh killin' you."

  "What?" Fred cried, in surprise. "Then it wasn't an accident?"

  Skip literally groveled on the ground in his fear. He understood nowthat his share in that business had not been known until he himselfbetrayed the fact.

  "Don't lug me off," he screamed. "I'd have to go to jail."

  "You wouldn't so long as we kept the thing a secret," Fred replied, witha feeling of mingled pity and contempt because of the abject terrordisplayed. "We must take you with us; but needn't tell about yourvillainy."

  "Then father would just about beat me to death for runnin' away. Why notlet me stay here? I'll never hurt you or anybody else again."

  Although Skip had tried to kill them, the boys felt a certain sense ofaversion to dragging him away while he pleaded so piteously, and inorder to gain time in which to think the matter over, Sam said:

  "Tell us how you got into the lower level."

  In a faltering voice Skip gave a truthful account of all his movementson that particular day.

  "Have you been here ever since?"

  "Yes."

  "And Billings, too?"

  "He went out twice for whisky an' some water."

  "What have you been doing?"

  "Billings made me dig an' shovel all day, an' most of the night."

  "Trying to get into the lower level, eh?"

  "Yes, an' when I got played out he pretty near pounded my head off."

  "I reckon we heard you yelling. Where is Billings now?"

  "He ran ahead of me when the earth began to cave in, an' that's the lastI've seen of him. Say, it won't hurt you a bit to let me stay here, an'I'll do the square thing if I ever get out of the scrape."

  "You'd starve to death."

  "I'd rather take the chances of that than go to jail, or let father gethold of me."

  "But what good will it be to stay here?" Fred asked. "Hiding won't mendmatters, and you'll have to come out some time."

  "That may be; but I don't want to go now," and once more Skip fell onhis knees in front of those whom he had wronged.

  "What do you think about it, Fred?" Sam asked, in a whisper.

  "I don't like to yank him out, no matter what he tried to do to me."

  "Nor I."

  "Then why not let him stay? He'll get punishment enough by hiding herealone in the darkness with nothing to eat."

  "But we shall have to give him a little grub. We can't think he's hungrywhen we're got plenty."

  "I'll agree to whatever you say."

  Sam was silent for a moment, and then turning to the kneeling boy, heasked:

  "Could you find your way out of here?"

  "I might if I had a lamp; but the oil has all been burned in mine."

  "How long do you count on staying?"

  "Jest as many days as I can."

  "Well, see here, we're going off, an' leave you to take the dose in yourown way; but it's on the agreement that you try to be a decent fellowafter gettin' out."

  "I'll promise anything, an' won't so much as say the name regulatorsagin."

  "If it's possible, Fred an' I'll bring you some grub; but you mustn'tcount on it."

  "Don't take any risks," Skip replied, humbly. "I can live on wind acouple of days if that villain of a Billings don't come back."

  "You needn't worry about that. If he went up the drift Bill an' Joe willmost likely nab him. Come, Fred, we mustn't stay any longer, or they'llthink something is wrong."

  As the boys turned to go Skip tried to thank them for the mercy shown;but did not make a great success at it. He had been literally tremblingwith fear, and now his gratitude rendered him almost incapable ofspeech.

  "That's all right, Skip. We'll see whether you mean it or not after youget out."

  "I'll be square as a brick if I ever get through with this scrape," hereplied, and then as the boys turned the angle of the slope he washidden from view in the darkness.


  "I don't know as we're actin' very sensible," Sam said, slowly, whenthey were in the drift once more; "but it's better than draggin' thepoor beggar off to be arrested."

  "A good idea, Sam, and I'm sure Skip will be a decent fellow after this.We must try to get back here to-night with food and oil."

  "Unless Joe and Bill keep us at work we'll have plenty of time,for--hello! Here they come now!"

  The two miners could be seen in the distance, or, rather, the light oftheir lamps was visible, and when they were within speaking distance,Fred asked:

  "Did you find him?"

  "No; we've followed up the drift as far as we dared, an' are now goin'back to see if any of the day crew know these old works. Where did thatslope lead to?"

  "It ends about fifty yards from here."

  "Didn't see anything of the villains, eh?"

  "Billings isn't there, that's certain," Fred replied after a briefhesitation.

  The men did not appear to notice the equivocal answer, and Billsuggested that they return to the workings without further delay.

  "We'll have a guard set at the shaft, so he can't give us the slip inthat way, an' if any of the boys know these drifts it won't be a longjob to smoke him out."

  "He may get off before we can reach the top of the slope," Fredsuggested, hoping by this means to prevent the conversation fromreverting to their long delay.

  "Then so much the better, lad," Bill replied, in a tone of satisfaction."All we want is to be rid of such trash, an' if he leaves town that'senough."

  If at this moment either of the party had turned it would not have beendifficult to distinguish even in the gloom the form of Cale Billings, ashe followed ready to work further mischief, or escape as might be mostconvenient.

  Unsuspicious of the nearness of their enemy, the little party continuedon to the hole through which Fred had fallen, and as they clambered upthe joists the leader of the rioters muttered:

  "Don't think you can smoke me out so easy. I'll leave my mark on thismine before bein' run down, or know the reason why."

  Neither Sam nor Fred gave so much as a passing thought to the man whowas responsible for all the damage which had been done; they were soengrossed with the desire to aid Skip without being discovered by thosewho might call him to an account for his crime that all else seemed astrifles.

  "I'll tell mother, and she will cook for us what may be needed," Fredwhispered, after they were in the lower level walking rapidly toward theslope.

  "That part of it don't trouble me so much as how we're to come back tothe mine without bein' seen by some of the men," Sam replied, and,turning sharply Bill asked:

  "What are you fellers chinnin' about?"

  "There's no harm in talkin', eh?" and Sam assumed an air of impudencesuch as the men had never seen before.

  "I don't reckon there is, lad; but seein' as how we've hung together solong, it wasn't strange to ask."

  "I didn't mean to be too fresh, Bill," Sam replied, understanding thathe had spoken in a disagreeable manner. "Fred and I were only figuringabout coming back to make sure Billings didn't get into the level whileyou were outside."

  "That part of it can be fixed easy. Joe shall go to the store while Isee if anybody here knows about the old drift, and with three on guard Idon't reckon he can do much mischief."

  "Then you can stay with him while I run home for some provisions," Fredwhispered, and during this conversation Cale Billings was clambering upthe joist which led to the last level.